Eid 2026: Between Raindrops and the Ghosts of Wars

A morning on Eid day. Rain in the first rakaat of Fajr. It is the 21st of March. My two lovely daughters wished me a happy birthday at the stroke of midnight last night, celebrating my 45th.

There is a certain poetry to it, isn't there? Eid ul-Fitr falls on my birthday, the sky itself choosing to weep its blessing over the first prostration of the day. It felt like a benediction I did not know I was waiting for.
The stars, as they do, are positioned around me. 

As everyone else, I think I am the center of my own universe, somehow. And isn't that normal for everyone? From our singular point of view, the entire cosmos, the joy, the grief, the geopolitical tremors, all seem to orbit our own small existence. It is a conceit, yes, but a necessary one for survival.

I have been sitting with that thought all morning, between the embraces of family and the quiet hum of a Karachi recovering from the night before. And my mind, as it always does, drifts to the wars that have marked me.

I have been marked with the 1991 Gulf War, living inside Saudi Arabia when Saddam fought with and for Kuwait. I was a child then, but I remember the scud missiles, the blacked out windows, the strange feeling of being a guest in a land that had suddenly become a staging ground for something I could not comprehend. That was my first lesson in the geometry of power: that wars are fought with oil and borders, and ordinary people simply live in their aftermath.

The second time around was living in Karachi during Musharraf's reign. That was when the war came home.

After 9/11, when the United States invaded Afghanistan in October 2001, Pakistan's backyard became the main theatre of the War on Terror. We were suddenly the front-line state, the ally who could not say no. And as the bombs fell on Afghan soil, the terror crept inside Pakistan. The mountains of the tribal belt became the new frontline. Radicalisation seeped into our cities, our madrassas, our streets. Drone attacks began, first a rumour, then a routine. A madrassa in Bajaur would be hit, and we would count the bodies before the next dawn. Tribal areas became a normalised war zone, and we learned to live with the sound of buzzing predators in the sky.

Then came the events that would break something in the national psyche.

Damadola, January 13, 2006. The CIA fired missiles from Predator drones into a village in Bajaur, killing at least 18 people. They thought they had Ayman al-Zawahiri. They did not. They killed villagers, five women and five children. I remember the protests in Karachi, tens of thousands chanting "Death to America." It was the first time "drone" entered our everyday vocabulary, a silent assassin in the sky that our own government seemed powerless to stop.

Lal Masjid, July 2007. The siege and the army operation in Islamabad. After a six-month standoff, the military launched its assault on the compound on July 7th. Reports said 335 religious students were killed in the overnight army bombing. It felt like the state was declaring war on its own citizens. The blowback would be felt in every corner of the country. Suicide bombings would spike, and the Red Mosque became a wound that would not heal.

Salala, November 26, 2011. NATO aircraft attacked a border post, killing 24 Pakistani soldiers. I remember the rage, the sense of utter betrayal. We were supposed to be allies. Yet our own soldiers were being bombed in their sleep. The government retaliated by blocking NATO supply convoys and demanding the US vacate Shamsi airbase. But the damage was done. It was a stark reminder that in this war, we were merely pawns, or worse, collateral.

By then, security was at its lowest. And through it all, Karachi, my Karachi, was living through its own reign of terror.

It happened stage by stage. First came the MQM's dominance. The party's militant wing, the Tayyar group, is running extortion rackets and target killings in the name of political supremacy. Lyari, Korangi, the heart of the city became a chessboard of bullets. Then came the rise of the Aman Committee in Lyari, a so-called peace committee that was really a front for gangs and political factions battling for control of the neighbourhood, turning it into a no-go zone for years. And then came the Taliban, creeping in from the tribal areas, establishing sleeper cells, forming alliances with sectarian outfits, and adding suicide bombings to the city's daily diet of violence.

Targeted killings became routine. I remember the case of Mohammed Atif, a young man from Korangi who was recruited from a Tayyaba Masjid and trained in Afghanistan, only to return and carry out killings at Rimpa Plaza. Kidnapping for ransom became an industry. I recall the case of SSP Nadir Khoso's son, Fida Hussain, and the son of a KBCA official, Junaid Ansari, who were prosecuted for kidnapping a builder for ransom in Clifton. The lines blurred. Criminals, militants, agency men, almost all secret agencies are playing their fields. You never knew who was pulling the trigger, or who was paying for the silence that followed.

And on top of it all was the American refrain. Hillary Clinton's old obsession, "Do more," echoed in every diplomatic meeting. In 2011, after the Abbottabad raid, the pressure was immense. Reports suggested that after Clinton and Admiral Mullen visited Pakistan, an understanding was reached for an offensive in North Waziristan. The US had been demanding it for years, targeting the Haqqani network, and the mantra was clear: "Do it now, baby."

From the Kerry Luger bill in 2009, which authorized $7.5 billion in aid over five years but came with strict conditions about fighting Al Qaeda and not interfering in Pakistan's politics, to Imran Khan's historic statement in 2021 that Afghans had broken the "shackles of slavery and occupation" as the Taliban swept into Kabul, I have seen the times of war all along. I have seen us oscillate between being the front-line ally and the pariah, always paying the price for someone else's chess game.

Now, as I turn 45, I am watching the next act unfold. Iran is launching retaliatory attacks on Arab nations as a reaction to the US and Israel in a bandwagon towards it. The equation is pretty complex, yet clear.

The message from Tehran is brutal in its simplicity. Get the US out of your soil, or see my wrath further. It is Iran's statement towards Arab countries, accompanied by occasional, almost apologetic asides. "I have to do this, but you have housed the forces which are attacking me." Iranian Foreign Minister Abbas Araghchi recently stated that Iran has "ample evidence" that US bases on Arab territories were being used to launch attacks. He added, "This war will end when we are certain that it will not be repeated and that reparations will be paid."

Meanwhile, all Foreign Ministers assembled in Riyadh this week to give further statements. They condemned Iran's attacks on critical infrastructure and emphasised the right to self-defence, but no one is vowing to freeze the US and Israel in their own tracks, who actually started this. It is a selective amnesia. The war did not start last month. It started decades ago, and it was reignited when Israel attacked Iran last year, with US forces following up with strikes on nuclear sites.

Now Iran decides, as pundits are saying, when and how it ends. It is something they started, or were drawn into, and cannot finish, now desperately calling for unwelcome or unconsulted NATO or EU intervention. They have heard clear "No"s from Germany and others. The UK has been non-committal, with its minister for energy security saying, "the plan now has to be to de-escalate the conflict."

With concessions for Russians and the lifting of the embargo upon Iran to export its oil, the facts point to this war tilting to the other forces' end. The global energy calculus is shifting, and the isolation Washington sought to impose on Tehran is cracking.

But what the world, and what I personally, am failing to see enough of is the price the Iranian people are paying for it. That is what holds my salute to them. With bombardment and leadership elimination ongoing, with every day a new vital national asset being targeted, not only have they stood united but tough towards the US and Israeli military action now in its 4th week, reaching the first month's end.

While many suspect this could surpass the Ukraine war's timelines, I cannot shield myself as I watch this madman's force acting ruthlessly and expanding the escalation each day, unleashing its arsenal of wrath toward the Iranian people for choosing sovereignty over headless "Yes, Sir."

Bravo.

I am writing this at the end of the entire events of the day, taking my kurta off with the entire day's activities of meeting friends, family and everyone whose face looked welcoming enough for me to approach and say hello to, including this gentleman at the cake shop. 

Tonight I am thinking about Eid, my birthday, and the generational hope I carry for my daughters, hoping that somehow, the orbits of the powerful might shift away from destruction.

The Engine of Memory: Trauma, Duty, and the Journalist's Path

Retreating inward, the walls of the present dissolve into the acid wash of the past in a powerful personal narrative of resilience.

[The Beginning]
The fortress gates of the school clanging shut, the severing of the umbilical cord in a dusty courtyard, a traumatic childhood memory of separation anxiety. A small boy standing alone, the metallic echo of a bully’s laugh, the crushing weight of a mantra: you are the engine, you are the engine. The crushing weight of wagons behind him, a chain of siblings whose future tracks were foretold to be laid by the straightness of his own. The sheer, suffocating pressure to be perfect, to be righteous, to be a monument, not a boy; a perfect eldest in a classic Pakistani family dynamic.

[The Breathe]
Generational trauma compounded by the Gulf War of 1991, the sky was a predator stained with the chemical trail fears of Saddam. Then came exile to boarding school, a dusty train rattling through the Sindh desert, arriving not at an oasis, but a regimented citadel of starched uniforms and barked orders.

[The Buzz]
The slow swirl of the ceiling fan in a cavernous dormitory, becoming a child parent to his younger brother, while his own softness was bruised by desert thorns. A daily fragile smile worn like armor for a younger brother who looked to him for strength. The buzzing noise of expectations, a swarm of duties: be a father, be a soldier, be a saint.

The earthy smell of the parade ground, the peace zones of stolen moments staring at a distant, indifferent moon. The crying in the shower stalls, the weeping letters never sent.

The search for tranquility in the eye of a storm, the hard-learned lesson of becoming machine-like: the relentless cycle of drill, study, command, protect. Everything was a stark, brutal clarity, and yet it was all shrouded in the haunting haze of lost tenderness.

[The Basic]

The counting of days became a catalog of injustices. The boy forged in that furnace, tempered into a scribe of the silenced, his journey a profound coming-of-age story. Daily radio show, a satirist with a reporter’s notebook and a punchline tossed in the salt of activism. He waded into the heart of humanitarian crises covering floods, famine, and army operations, documenting the resilience of the Pakistani people. Their unwavering faith and unity amidst political turmoil gave him a million reasons for gratitude and faith.

[The Bushfire]
Now, the man watches the geopolitical tension of a world on the brink. The anticipation is a low voltage in the air, a constant humming dread of drones that promise a global conflict. It is a cycle of violence he knows by heart, an echo of the war he first survived within himself. This is more than a memoir; it is a testimony, a mental health perspective on how the wars within shape our view of the wars outside, and a search for hope and healing in a fractured world.

Refocus Middle East

US-Iran crisis is a misleading headline. The real hot bed still remains Iraq.

Its been 17 years since US invaded Iraq seeking weapons of mass destructions. Initiated few years apart from War on terror in Afghanistan, international community absorbed the dossier of intelligence which was fed to it at that time. Weapon of mass destruction, the storage of highly hazardous chemical bombs, what not. Even though Saddam was captured the same year 2003, to this day there is not a trace of those weapons ever found. 

From Abu Ghraib to Abu Bakr Al-Baghdadi, a generation of humiliated insecure nervous toddlers have evolved into their voting age. As we stepped into 2020, there was a continued standoff between Iraqi protestors and Baghdad US Embassy.

This standoff by the protestors occurred after US airstrike had killed at least 25 members of an organization named ‘Kataib Hezbollah’ through precision strikes against its five facilities. Designated terror organization since 2009 by US, this Iranian backed militia has a strong foothold in western Iraq and Eastern Syria. Its leader Abu Mahdi al-Muhandis accompanied the Iranian General Qassem Soleimani when the convoy was hit by US drone strike.

Iraqi Prime Minister Adil Abdul Mahdi said at a parliamentary session on Sunday that he was scheduled to meet with Qasem Soleimani on the morning the top Iranian general was killed.

Mahdi said Soleimani was supposed to carry a message from Iran “in response to the Saudi message that we brought to Iran in order to reach important agreements and situations regarding Iraq and the region.”

Mahdi said he was optimistic after a visit to Saudi Arabia in September 2019 that Baghdad had a plan to open dialogue between Riyadh and Tehran to calm tensions in the region, according to an interview on state-run TV station al-Iraqiya.

Since the escalation between Iran and US reached a new high in the wake of US killing Iran’s top general inside Iraq, the new buzzword was World War III. It is paramount to see the branding of this nervy Middle Eastern crisis in such a vocabulary. The global discussion is engulfed with wide ranging possibilities of what ifs.

Videos of Iranian people offering their General’s funeral vowing revenge and expulsion of US forces from the region has got President Trump lose his head over twitter. In a chest thumping reply to Iranian threats he tweeted to strike 52 heritage sites inside Iran.

This sizable war of words is worrisome at least for us here next door in Pakistan. We did neither condemn US actions nor did we express any solidarity with Iran. Pakistani Foreign Minister walking on a tight rope while speaking to the upper house, said that ‘Pakistan won’t take sides in the Iran-US confrontation. Neat for now.

This morning right after Fajr time, I saw a video on twitter.

Barrages of missiles launching in the air, and apparently heading in the same direction.

From the events visible in the video, it appeared a fresh video to me. Later in the day I found that Iranians actually successfully landed some of these ballistic missiles inside US bases in Iraq. Good job, Nice target. US confirmed being hit stating there were no casualties. While exercising superior Air power US executed an Iranian general last week, through an un-manned aerial drone, probably being flown by some operator in some other continent. That’s Precision, and Iranian’s war machinery is definitely a technological mismatch.

But Iran released some avenging steam and restored some national integrity & self-esteem.

The nervy day passed by and I did not get any update, until again in the woo hours, I ran forward through Trump’s speech on the matter today. Unlike his previous statements, today he did not appear gung-ho over military action, at all. He backed away from furthering any armed escalation, while only yesterday he sounded GPS locked on future missile strikes within Iran. Not to mention there was a backlash from pentagon over Trumps threat to bomb Iran’s heritage sites. So what changed in a day? Iran a day earlier had hinted missile targets expanding further into Arab States including Israel, followed by successfully landing payload inside US bases in Iraq.

So what changed Trump’s attitude?

A tit for tat, just that.

Earlier Putin visited Syria further undermining US credibility in the region. Having just completed a 4 day joint naval exercise with Iran involving China, Kremlin is adding to US hostilities already in the region.

Iraq's Parliament voted for expulsion of U.S. military from its country over mounting anger about a drone strike that killed Iran's Qasem Soleimani and earlier U.S. airstrikes in the country. "We've spent a lot of money in Iraq," Trump told reporters aboard Air Force One "We have a very extraordinarily expensive air base that’s there. It cost billions of dollars to build. ... We’re not leaving unless they pay us back for it."

Avoiding all the rowdy noise and commentary following US assassination of General Soleimani, I for a moment would like to pause and rethink, if Iraqi’s protesting in front of the Baghdad US Embassy demanding the expulsion of foreign occupiers is not the eye of the storm, for US already?

Bang Bang Terrorist!

For well over 15 years, we have confused the on-and-off terror attacks within Pakistan for some sort of alien conspiracy arising from the tombstones of ancient Mayan civilization.

The fog is even thicker now. We jump to conclusions with lightning speed in the blur of various commentaries about our local security vows.

This can be religious extremism.

Maybe anti nationalism.

It can be radical terrorism.

Maybe cultural fanaticism.

Or perhaps plain inhumane barbarism.

Who knows?

Who cares?

This week was busy, and it’s high time to kill some rats here and there. In Pakistan sadly there are all sort of 'em everywhere.

There is a terrorist hidden in the compound… Let’s raid it and kill him and anyone he is accompanying.

Done!

Shabaash Jawaan!

There is a killer travelling in the rickshaw… Let’s pin him!

Look there is a terrorist on roof… Drop a bomb.

And on and on and on…

Headlines of curbing the turf from these menaces is pretty decorative on all newspaper. We had eliminated 50 by the afternoon, 80 by the evening and now reports are stating; well above 100 terrorists are dead across Pakistan as our forces woke up from their slumber and thought of Installing some eternal peace within these mad killing machines.

Kabooom!

Hard-on Time!

And then on the evening news, there it is, my evening erection spoiler….
The already under arrested facilitator behind the Lahore Bomb Blast, has spoken and his confessional video is making rounds over the internet as well.

The inquiry is on-going. Combing operations all across Pakistan are bringing the bad guys down. Hunt is on, and it will continue till last one of the rat is ****ed.

And in the midst of all this, who would release this confessional video?

Wouldn’t this hurt the ongoing operations? Alert the terrorists? We have handed over a list of 76 Most wanted men to Afghanistan today, this confessional video going public, will it help or jeopardized it all?

One Gunpowder smelling, keyboard pundit said, listen man…

“We released this rat’s video so that world would know that Afghanistan is behind all this.

Oh yeah Baby let’s bring the truth out”

Awesome.

But wait a minute

Like Kulbhushan’s confessional video hurt Indians so bad, world has put them on warning.

Or Dr. Asim Hussein’s confessional video has sent PPP back into Stone Age.

I wish for a day when our justice system, crime probing authorities, or counter terrorism shitforce would be as efficient as the gun totting saviors of my homeland.

For now,

Nothing less than a continuous aerial bombardment outside our borders, deep within Afghanistan, will give me my testosterone boost back.

JF-17 Thunder or Blunder?

Any news containing information of our defense build-up naturally excites not only all my country-men but personally gives me a hard on. An erection over our successful missile tests, or a testosterone boost over a military exercise; is my normal reaction. I have still not recovered from my hangover about the recent announcement of an international Joint Naval exercise in our southern coast. After all we are a military minded country. According to a Gallup survey in 2015, 89% people in Pakistan said they are willing to fight for their country if the need be. We have fought many wars with India and I am sure we will fight again if only Indian movies were not downgrading our zeal and transforming our youth into pacifists dancers.

Now please stay with me as I reflect upon a news from another corner of South Asia.

Not a week has passed since United Nations presented a Report containing gruesome details of killings of Rohingya Muslims in Myanmar. The UN Office of the High Commissioner for Human Rights report cited supporting evidence including bullet and knife wounds sustained by refugees and satellite imagery showing destruction of villages.

For past 3 years Rohingya Muslims have suffered brutality in the hands of extremist Buddhist and military has cut off access to north-western Rakhine which virtually makes it impossible for the rest of the world to verify the true scale of atrocities.

Since October 2016, more than 70,000 Rohingya have fled the country, mostly to Bangladesh, for past 3 years, people are continuously pouring out to Indonesia, Malaysia, where ever they can find safety. Bangladesh denies Rohingya Muslims entry in their territory to find safety. I respect whatever their country and its leaders decide, but coming from my Pakistani background, where we not only let 3 million Afghani victim of wars in, but are still caring for them since, it’s hard to find the Bangladeshi stance sink in well with me.

Late in the bed last night, almost zoning out watching my cellphone for last peek at the news, I read Pakistan Jf-17 Thunder Myanmar, something something.
I thought to myself, Wholla Amigo! Another Erection.

We must be bombing the sense out of these bastards for mistreating my brothers.

But No!

We are not only selling 16 of our Fighter Jets to Myanmar, but we are also in the initial phase of signing a deal licensing them to build it themselves!

So much for my defense related orgasm, for now!

Every bomb matters - Zarb e Azb

I am writing a blog after almost an year. Sadly my last post (Growing up in Wars) encompassed a war experience too. Seems like not much has changed since my childhood. Parts of the world where I have lived have been a battle ground for decades. Away from middle east, this one has struck my home in its heart. Residing 3 miles from Karachi Airport, I heard the sounds of gunshots throughout the night of terrorist attacks. In the wake of it, public sentiments and support behind operating a full scale offensive against the terrorists were highest in recent times. And so the armed forces of Pakistan have started an aerial and ground offensive against militants hideouts in North Waziristan. Before I begin to pen down my piece of head here, I would recommend you to read my last blog entry (Growing up in Wars) so that you may better gauge 'where I am coming from'. Briefly "Except in purely self-defence situations, war is the answer to nothing."

It is early hours of this battle named "Zarbe Azab" and I am sure, dust from the first round of bombs being dropped at terrorist camps would not have even settled by now, and I want a quick attention to the issue of collateral damage. War, battles or for that matter any armed conflict is bloody in its nature. This does not mean one should sit idle and allow a coward with the gun to assault and jeopardize your freedom and destroy your way of life. But when you reach out to neutralize that threat, the modern man has learnt a set of dignified principles to do so. Islam has taught us a comprehensive charter for dos and don't s of war. Also the Geneva Conventions and their Additional Protocols are international treaties that contain the most important rules limiting the barbarity of war. If Taliban did not read or follow them, doesn't mean we do the same. Nobody has to become a terrorist in order to deal with the terrorist.

Whether directly killed due to aerial bombing or due to starvation, illnesses, or injury sustained while in flight from war zones; more than 20,000 civilians died in only first few months of aerial bombardment by the US in Afghanistan according to The Guardian. Since 2001 these numbers have only gone up. 13 years on media and aid groups have reported of hundreds of gruesome stories about such atrocities. Ranging from soldiers opening fires indiscriminately on women and children in their homes, to surgical strikes on wedding events, these cases have forced the Afghan leader to protest to Washington several times.

Blinded by their military superiority and vengeance for terror attacks on home ground, US and NATO have written volumes of undue oppression in the memories of those, they claimed in first place to win hearts and minds of. No such tall claims from our Armed forces or government, but hey! Wait a minute!

Terrorists attacked our civilians, our bazaars, our homes, our hospitals, mosques, roads and airports. In nobody's right mind; equally brutal response should be acceptable. I trust my forces because of their ground knowledge and (hopefully) good intelligence that they will not go on dropping 250 Kg bombs on any compound where apparently men of military age have gathered. In my neighbourhood such gathering usually happens inside a mosque after the calls for prayer. Unlike NATO I feel my forces are better capable of differentiating between a man sitting by the road side planting an IED from a man who is there to answer the call of nature.

If we apply the same insensitive approach as the West and NATO have tried for over a decade, of in-discriminatory aerial bombardment, it will only multiply the threat. Not to mention this civilian loss only helps the terrorists recruit fresh blood into their fighting force. Dropping bombs from thousands of feet in the sky on the "So called" hideouts and compounds (leaving a legit argument of good or bad intelligence aside) will not only abuse human rights, cause heavy collateral damage, but also I am afraid will engulf my next generation in this stream of violence, death and destruction. Pakistan has lost billions in the hands of terrorism, but loss of more than 30,000 lives is priceless. Justifiable elimination of the threat should not become a case of heavy civilian causalities. Isolated events are a by product of any war, but repeated ruthless incidences dramatically decrease public support. Already thousands of families are fleeing the war zone and the issue of civilian casualties and loss is both sensitive and historic in terms of its local and international repercussions.

It is enlightening to see a wide spectrum of political groups united in their resolve for operating against the militants. I sincerely want us not to screw it up at any level and that is why I could not help myself from not highlighting the biggest mistakes made by the West in dealing with the menace of terrorism. They failed to respect the human and cultural values, and safeguard the loss of non militant residents of a land.

Pakistani government and forces should bear in mind that despite the fact that we may have many advantages in running an armed operation against the terrorists, but unlike US and NATO coalition we can never avail "Pullout" or "Exit" options. We are in this to finish it! (God Willing) We must not be intoxicated with our aerial or ground military might and supremacy and act like a violent aggressor. Judicial and humane merits of running this security operation should differentiate us from the barbarism of the terrorists.

In other words...

Nobody has to become a terrorist in order to deal with the terrorist.
Every bomb matters. So does every Life!

Long Live Pakistan !

Shoaib Ahmed

Growing up in Wars

       A ten year old boy had spent half of the day watching his father duct taping all the windows, vents and doors in the house. Imagine same kid, in the night being approached by his mom only to be guided in the use of chemical gas mask. He naturally anticipated many answers before the usual bed time stories that day.

This was first gulf war of 1991 and I was fresh in my 5^th class at school. Dad tried to explain how Iraq had invaded Kuwait and now Saudi Arabia was the next stop for Saddam’s marching forces. We lived in the farther most corner of the Arabian Peninsula, but still Jeddah was well within the range of Iraqi missiles. I was told that Saddam has chemical bombs which can give a person seriously bad cough. Very next day “the cough bomb” was well elaborated by our science teacher at school. He metaphorically compared melting candle wax to human bodies upon exposure to the fumes of this bomb.

 I was not too young to not contemplate the dynamics facing us, in the wake of this war phenomenon. Suddenly we could see torches, candles, water filters, storage tanks and battery lights, popping up in every bazar and stores we went to in the following days.

The grim horrors of war were further explained by friends, family, relatives and were essentially the talk of the town. Suddenly cars with Kuwaiti number plates started showing up on streets, and there came the refugees. People from Dammam, Bahrain, Riyadh all made it to my city. We could feel the population swelling up the local districts. Sirens made their first test runs, and city exercised a complete blackout.

History remembers first gulf war of 1991 as the first military campaign in the human history with Live television coverage from the battle ground. CNN would be re-telecasted live from the national TV channel of Saudi Arabia every night between 9 to 12. I have many a tales from my first ever war to tell, but I want to take you back to the first day.

 Watching dad covering all windows and doors with duct tape was essentially like seeing the most natural instincts of survival at play. The son of Adam, the receiver of survival instincts from his ancestors, here was taking steps to protect his family. But again I want you to imagine how a mother would have approached her son and talked about some basic safety measures.

I remember mom saying, that If there was a bomb dropped closed to the house or upon us, she insisted we try to run away from the impact zone. Fire or rubble whatever that we are faced with, she said don’t lose nerves. Look for your brother first. Even if you don’t see your parents just don’t stay, go as far away from the bomb site as you can. We will meet again, InshAllah. These words echo in my head to this day. Most important than the words, I clearly can recall the concern and pain in their voices. The most agonizing experience of this entire war was the first look on her face and the volumes her expressions spoke.

Wars are life altering experiences. I lived through my first ever war in the most luxurious and wealthiest of all nations on the earth. Money can buy anything, and so the Saudis literally paid the world super power to protect itself. US troops averted all the aerial and ground dangers the Peninsula was faced with. There was not a single bomb dropped in Jeddah, nor any Saddam’s fighter pilots made it to Hijaz. Throughout the war, the constant fear of never being able to meet school friends again, was enough tragedy for a 10 year old.

Today as I read about bombs being dropped inside Pakistan, by foreign occupational forces based in Afghanistan, you must know how I feel. I think about a 10 year old boy in those villages who actually hear these pilotless drones humming in the skies throughout the day, sometimes continuously for weeks ahead of the strikes. Only difference is, he doesn’t have petro-dollars to recruit a soldier to protect himself. He doesn’t have a fraudulent and symbolic representation or voice inside United Nations. He doesn’t have a single journalist allowed to tell his tale, measure his loss or to even verify the body count. Worst, he probably has already lost a loved one or a limb in this daily reign of terror and bombing, from thousands of feet in the sky without any charges, trial or conviction.

But he has something, a choice. A choice to pick up arms and fight till the last of his aggressor dies. It is once again, Son of Adam displaying the most natural instinct he has inherited from the lineage of his fine ancestry; that is to ‘fight for survival’.

May Allah Bless All Muslims facing trials and tribulations. 

Ameen

Ramadan: The Price and Practice

 Trying to answer a simple Question; Why the Prices go up in Ramadan?

Here is what I heard recently….

A News Junky’s Answer:

Iranian government gives so many subsidies even the Indians have floated up to 45% rebate on food items for their Muslim population during Ramadan. Here In Pakistan Government is busy filling their own pockets. Recently approved Budget 2013 added more fuel to the fire.The Sum of Total subsidy given by Federal Govt distributes as 3 Rupees Per person. I cannot get Decent Candy for this money, Huh!

A Consumer’s Cry:

The Same Bananas I buy for 30 Rupees per Dozen during normal Days, are up for Rs80. Since its Ramadan the fruit cart guy won’t even talk to me for a bargain. I totally hate the fruit guy, his attitude goes Princely during Ramadan. I am bothered but I will still buy them. I can’t imagine breaking my fast without a bowl of mixed fruits. So no matter how jacked up the rates are, I will still buy them. Perhaps I should buy extra, in case I am late to market tomorrow and they are cleared up before me. I Still hate this fruit guy, but I Love Bananas.

Shopkeeper’s pledge:

Running a shop, store, warehouse or production line in Karachi one should know the amount I pay in extortion to not just one mafia but

many. For past few years they have a divine obligation to demand Fitra and Zakat too. Not to mention how entire economic activity in the city comes to a complete stand still upon general strikes, political or communal violence which are usually followed by another round of enforced city-wide mourning and shutter down strikes. Ramadan is my only time to buy new clothes and shoes for the kids. I am not constructing castles through extra profit I make this month; I am just surviving with only neck above water level.  Sahib, have you never been pulled from the traffic by police, only to hear them say… “Eidi please?”

Aunty Know it All Islam:

Beta Its because of Amir Liaqat. He was once very decent and informative, But now he is just a clown with

Yellow Kurta, giving away cars, motorcycles, fans, microwaves and mobile phones (I wonder if there is calling balance in it) what not. The program makes me feel like, I want to buy all those things. If it was not for Amir Liaqat on TV, I would not even know it’s time to break the fast. He will go to hell, and probably I will be with him. Wese he looks ghazab ka in Firozee Kurta.

And this is how my two day investigation into Ramadan price hike concluded.

No less than 15% raise on normal commodity is an understatement, will agree with me readers who actually buy their monthlies themselves. The reason? Storekeepers will point fingers at Wholesalers. Ask them, they will blame hoarders behind the price hike. This goes around in a circle and you will have no clue as to what caused this rise in prices.

Ask me, a normal household who runs 10Kg of sugar monthly will be subjected to buy 50% extra to meet consumptions. Apply the same formula on most commodities ranging from flour to Cooking oil, fruits and cereals until you start hating Mathematics. Turning dark from bright yellow, any other day besides Ramadan you will find fruit carts loaded with Bananas crying out loud dirt cheap rates. Come Ramadan and there is a mob raiding these carts for 200% higher prices, fearing an earlier clean-up .

Everybody throws the blame around like in some ball game. Shopping frenzy consumers are exploited by shopkeepers, whose neck is tight with bhatta (extortion) mafia and the Police of the city has its own goals to meet. From a personal level to power corridors, nothing sits right. In the midst of all this, higher prices appear to be a small issue.

The month of Ramadan which traditionally was observed with modest diet and a little sleep to strengthen one’s bond with Allah, has evolved for many as a festivity revolving around food and preparations for Eid. Artificial and superficial lifestyles endorsed by televisions and put in practice by our friends & family; a soul-less parade of zombies which one is forced to join or watch hypnotically. 

Only more expensive than the year before.
Revert!

AlQaeda Azam

Born on December 25, 1876, Mohammad Ali Jinnah is a leader who united different forces, struggling to gain independence from Britain, into a movement for a separate state for Muslim majority of India. He advocated his case to British, by identifying Muslims as a different nation from Hindu (majority).

Eventually he succeeded, and Pakistan was created.

Whether the country that came into being on August 14, 1947 was intended either for the Muslims or Islam; is a matter that still divides many in this country.

In last 64 years political turmoils and military rules kept the nation ignorant about the real vision of a leader who led 400 million into creating a separate state. According to some he was a liberal secularist to the core of his bones. For some he was an Islamist who envisioned a democracy based on Islamic law.

Progressive moderates make their case from several parts of his public speeches. Most famously "religion or caste or creed has nothing to do with the business of the State" is often cited.

While the other group (who would not mind linking Qaid e azam to AlQaeda) often cites following of his speech

"I do not know what the ultimate shape of this constitution is going to be, but I am sure that it will be of a democratic type, embodying the essential principle of Islam. Today, they are as applicable in actual life as they were 1,300 years ago. Islam and its idealism have taught us democracy."

Some people must have thought, that the Creation of Pakistan is actually the division of land. Muslims and Hindus had existed with each other before 1947. Our difference in ideology and way of life were definitely exploited first by the occupiers and foreign rulers. The rich history of interfaith coexistence was distorted and a fear of ending up as a minority was further injected by lack of political leadership for Muslims. In these times, Muslim league and Jinnah led a nation out of chaos.

But they say, if you want to divide something, you can divide it into as many pieces as you wish. Bangladesh is an episode which reminds me, that it never stopped at creating Pakistan only. There are still different people living inside Pakistan. I fear for the day when further movements demand separate states based on different language, ethnicity, creed or caste . What if, this never stops.?

Have we become a group of people which looks for differences more than similarities?

Rather than debating and distorting the vision of Our Leader, its time now, that we save whatever that we are left with. And put our efforts into creating a welfare state which he undoubtedly dreamt of.

In a country created for the believers of a religion that teaches peace, conduct, justice and tolerance; hypocrisy and corruption had dazzled many ordinary men and women. 

Prince Harry is Back

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Defence Day - Pakistan

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Street Kids

This song comes from the pen of my brother Mansoor ahmed.
From his good old Rock band days :)

Pakistan Matters

Pakistani Law makers are clearly struggling to draft a new foreign policy. There have been no national assembly debates or even a mention of it so far. Some draft recommendations (which was reportedly produced months earlier) has recently surfaced onto tables of several political offices around Pakistan. Media pundits are calling it a matter of foreign policy, personally, for all its military dimensions, I prefer to term it "rules of engagement" with USA.

Question: What is wrong with our current foreign policy in place?
Answer: We have a situation with USA in Afghanistan and war spilling over into Pakistan, since Salala check post incidence.

(For the record) Salala checkpost refers to an incident at Pak-Afghan border, where an Army post was attacked by NATO helicopters flying into our territory. As a result 26 Pakistani soldiers died. Such NATO operations have been carried inside Pakistani territory since as early as 2004. Only this time it hurts our policy makers because Army men, not some alleged militant, women or children were killed.

Anyway, Since US has not apologized over it, Pakistani army and political leadership has assumed it as an act of aggravated war. As a result, Pakistan has denied any US transfer of war machinery and supplies through its route onto Afghanistan.

Remember this is a war, only a madman in USA still wants to fight any further. After 10 years of utter disrespect of a country's people and freedom, coalition is now trying hard to be able talk to Taleban and ensure peaceful withdrawal. Which naturally means new rules of engagement with Pakistan.

It is election year in America, and some groups are war mongering over Iran. Also a US congressional interference regarding Balochistan was signaled, earlier. This is not read well, in either Tehran or Islamabad.

Latest from the uncle sam's wishlist is to bar the world from buying Iranian Oil. China and Russia perhaps not even South Korea will give this much ear. Why should Pakistan, the next door neighbor to Iran give a rats ass? Specially when today (1st april) oil prices set a record hike in Pakistan.

In the midst of demanding re-opening of Nato Supplies, US has swiftly tailored a new rhetoric for the same old coalition song. We are reminded again of the threats world security suffers from our land. A delusional paranoia mastered by Bush's goons to invade and destroy Afghanistan. People and leadership in Pakistan is not only weary but also fails to understand any plausible US rationale behind, either continue fighting in Afghanistan, or demanding supply routes.

According to some in capitol hill nato supply blockade by Pakistan is a milestone towards withdrawal of forces. Perhaps only a little ahead of its time.

Lets be on same page with Drone attacks from now.

Bombing houses and vehicles based on US intelligence, through remote control war planes kilometers up in the air, operating from continents apart in different time zones... resulting only in loss of lives without ever putting that soul on trial...

...This is genocide at Humanitarian and an act of war at National level.

Enough of bad intelligence and utter failure in Afghanistan, with complete disrespect to life & human values. After burning of Quran and Afghani version of Raymond Davis, where a drunk soldier killed 16 sleeping civilians, only route US should ask from Pakistan is of way out.

Pakistani lawmakers should wake up to reality. And for the charges of deception, death, destruction and atrocities committed against humanity, ex US president should face the music.

Rumors are Pakistani military leadership cannot be persuaded with dollars this time, at least not the foot soldier.

Since Pakistani lawmakers appear to lack both the courage and capacity to address the issue of our foreign policy, I thought its time to step up!

Also if you wish to...

...In 33 seconds: Understand lawlessness in Karachi and NATO supplies.

Goodnight and Good luck

Gilani Gravity Lessons

From his wife’s multi million loan waiver, to his son’s alleged involvement in Hajj scandal. From friends and family involved in massive corruption cases to almost ritualistic shuffling in bureaucracy, hampering court investigation into several legal cases, the list goes on and on…

…bottom line… his blood group is “corruption +ve”.

Transferring high profile government officers at free will, to disrupt legal investigation into several matters of national importance, ranging from Hajj Scandal, Fertilizer scam to Swiss cases, there is a pattern to Gilani’s defiance towards rule of law. Still he totally gets to brag about his respect for Law by merely presenting himself to Supreme Court, once he is summoned there.

That’s ridiculous!
Its like, I respect you dad, but who gives a rats ass about what you ask of me, Huh !

He earlier indicated that memo case might lead to his ousting. Later he gathered courage and defiance over the matter, only after entire state machinery came out of the closet, hell bent to not allow and threaten the primary witness to the case, Mansoor Ijaz. Gilani even declared Army chief’s request to the apex court for independently probing into Memo case, an “unconstitutional and illegal” act.

According to a letter submitted to Supreme Court earlier this week by Gilani’s lawyer, he mentioned reinstating the judges of Pakistan to his list of services for judiciary. Yeah right!

Only if the people in this country received a daily heroin dose through some public ration program, that we would forget a massive Long March towards the capital which forced Gilani to announce the restoration of judges around 5:30AM early Monday morning of 16^th March, 2009. Not mention the entire state machinery, police blockade, house arrests of several leaders, and ceasing of roads from entire province of Sind, was applied to stop the public from reaching Islamabad.

In his haphazard address restoring judges of Pakistan, b*****d goes onto say, “today I fulfilled the promise of Late Benazir”

Hello?

Army had refused to intervene, there were millions of people on roads, driving in huge convoys about to reach Islamabad any hour and, and a*****e gets to brag about his gift to Nation. Humph !

This dangerously shameless attitude of not learning from his mistakes is the reason why we worry for our country most.

Such is the intellectual meltdown of our ruling class and their followers, that it is almost sickening to allow their daily statements into even the most corrupt portions of one’s brain. I would rather see somebody shoot a cat, set it on fire or feed it to crocs, than allowing myself to watch his hollow public speeches and shameless self defense. Self acclaimed champions of democracy, with absolutely nothing to blame for shortcomings than their own; either stupidity or evil intentions.

I have high hopes for our collective national future, but I am Hopeless with Gilani. Regardless of him being convicted by Supreme Court today or not, I am sure even the gravity would fail to teach any lessons.

NOTE:

I felt the need to start a blog, because there were things I could not say in radio shows. Essentially ethics of broadcasting wouldn't allow me.

When did I first feel the need?

Well minutes after watching Gilani’s first address to Nation
You can (should) read my first ever blog post at:

Breaking Ice

Flying my Space, Killing my people.

[ News Item: Shoot down US drones, urge lawmakers in Pakistan.]

If you are single, it doesn't mean you are as young as you once were. I have to admit that I often force myself into younger crowd, just to be able to draw energy from their spirits. Honestly there is not much gap, only if I leave behind the wisdom of my older folks.

Here is the excerpts of a brief conversation with an Engineering student from Karachi.

"How is love life?" I asked, since I heard engineering students have usually dry campus life.

"I am flirting with something" he replied in wit.

"some'body', right?" I smiled to cover my invasive curiosity.

"Nobody! Its an 'idea'", he sparked firmly.

Before allowing me a pause for even a gesture he continued

"You understand science behind photo cameras?"

"hmmmm" I honestly intended to signal my discouragement for any further discussion on photography. Talk to me lakes, mountains, birds and butterflies said my inner voice but instead I snapped a quick one right from my heart to him, "you go to parks?"

Perhaps it was due to a recent television episode which is currently enjoying word of mouth of youngsters, which influenced my line to get this young man into grove.

He understood my intentions.

His face blushed, as he wearing a pure and genuine smile, covered in a natural blanket of shyness stressed to me again...

... "so i am flirting with this electronic and digital technology behind lenses of modern cameras".

Reading face is a myth, since mine said "Bite me!".

His subtle tone had more conviction than excitement this time, as he said;

"Did you notice the automatic face detection feature of new cameras?"

A totally new dimension of a young engineering student's romance had unveiled itself.

I could instantly recall one such boxes appearing on my camera screen, though I have turned the feature off, lately.

But my friend's latest camera shows as many number of boxes, as there are faces in a snapshot.

I remember saying "wow" as I kept sinking into the deep pit of this techno-fascination.

Visualizing my university instructor from Digital Computer Logic course, I fancied the programming code that must have been written, in order to perform this function.

Right at the moment, when live video feed is being played on the Camera's LCD screen, a fascinating programming code in computer language enables an electronic camera to also behave as a facial sensor.

With complete grasp of this technological invention, and having not paused earlier to completely admire it, I was compelled to wear a natural facial expression of 'wonder' and 'amazement'.

By now the myth of face reading, was also busted :)

I could only say "Fascinating" since I truly was.

He sucked me in completely by asking, "when a digital camera lens can be programmed to detect a face, would it be any harder to detect a flying object, lets say an unmanned flying predator or drone planes?".

"Its both simple and cheap" he nailed it.

Now my disfigured eyebrows did all the talking, as I rubbed my hands and bent close to quench the thirst of my creative curiosity, while he fell his back straight and said...

"Such a small chip and lens can guide any missile automatically to target those, Flying our Space, Killing Our people!"