Re: Super and Permanent Lotay Joining Imran Khan’s PTI
It could be a good piece for a speech, but I am an ordinary citizen who had to toil all day long to earn enough to take something home to feed my kids. I am that ordinary person who has to suffer because of energey crisis. I am the one who is killed on Karachi’s streets and no political party is willing to take responsibility for my dead body because they are for politics of reconciliation.
My heart bleeds when I see Bilawal studying at Oxford and grooming up for prime ministership while I am studying in roofless government schools and have a dark, jobless future staring at me. I try to make sense of the visits of Zardari to Dubai and London just for routine checkups while I do not have enough money to buy my mother a cough syrup. I grope for explanations when they say Zinda hey Bhutto Zinda hey while I, who is still alive somehow, is dying a slow death everyday.
I can only live in a denail mood if I am a jiyala because I am born to ignore whatever the Bhutto clan will do in my name, my country’s name and in the name of the province. Don’t give me what I am asking for, give me what you promised me — roti, kaprra aur makaan. And if you can’t provide me with that, at least do not snatch from me what I already have.
He was hanged, killed, murdered or martyred, he is gone. He is in a court that knows it all and rest assured he will get what he deserves. Don’t try to dictate the heavens. If you want to respect ZAB, I am with you. But if you must make a god out of him, than keep your Bhutto to yourself.