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If you were one of the unfortunate victims of the deranged and vicious attack on the Christian community in Lahore a couple of months back, chances are that you are one of those really few people in Pakistan who still hasn’t applied the forgive and forget, or rather forget, policy related to the whole event. You were there; you know the whole story. No one else knows the cold, piercing fear that impaled your heart the night the police and then a mob gathered at the house of the accused. How you and your whole community were forced to flee, fearing the worst. The worst, which you’d been imagining too demented to actually happen. And then the sense of unreality that gripped you as you stared in horror at the ashes of what had once been something that belonged to you; at the charred roads and black smoke that encompassed what had once been your home; and the only thought running through your mind was:

You: What did I ever do to deserve this?

And then along comes one of the many people responsible for the burnings; the man of the hour, here to rescue you from the plight of your endless/conclusion-less pondering.

Deranged maniacs: You committed blasphemy. You insulted our Prophet (S.A.W).

You: But… I did not do anything.

Deranged maniac: Well, one of you did. You all had to be taught a lesson.

You: But the man who committed the actual blasphemy got arrested! Isn’t that lesson enough?

Deranged maniac: Pah! You’d like to think so, wouldn’t you? But it’s not as simple as that. In matters as serious as this, a stronger statement is always needed.

You: So basically, if one of us committed a blasphemous act, you deemed it fit to burn down the entire Christian community? Punish all for the crime of one? Just to send a ‘statement’?

Deranged maniac: Blasphemy is a very serious crime in our religion, boy. It must be dealt with a punishment as severe as the crime itself.

You: I don’t really get how the severity of one man committing blasphemy and that of burning down an entire community match up…

Deranged maniac: Spare me the clever talk, boy. You tell me this: what is your problem with our religion? We’re willing to live in peace with you Christians, but you’re not making that entirely possible, are you?

You: Oh, oh, so you’re calling punishing all of us brutally for one person’s crime ‘living in peace’?

Deranged maniac: Why are you portraying it like that? We’re the actual victims here!

You: You’re the victims here? HOW?

Deranged maniac: You heard me. We’re the actual victims here, just as we always are. Victims of your propagandas, always targeting our religion. This was merely a way to defend ourselves.

You: You burn down the entire Christian community to defend yourself?

Deranged maniac: That was the only way. For a strong statement was needed to keep you people in check, since you obviously can’t do that yourself. I repeat: blasphemy is a VERY serious crime in our religion.

You: Are you implying that we should keep a check on EVERYONE here and stop them from committing a crime; else it’s hell for all of us? That’s impossible.

Deranged maniac: (shrugs) Then deal with the consequences. Remember: as you sow, so shall you reap.

You: So you’re actually defending the mindless atrocity of your actions.

Deranged maniac: I stand by what happened. You deserved it.

You: Deserve – what, HOW? Okay, let me explain the situation to you in very simple words. Suppose a person committed a robbery. The punishment for that in Islam is that the hand of the one responsible gets cut off, right?

Deranged maniac: (nods vigorously) Yes.

You: Okay. So if a person steals, do you cut his hand off, or do you go and cut off the hands of his entire family as well?

Deranged maniac: Only the person who stole would be punished. Why his family? Islam is a very fair and just religion.

You: Exactly. So isn’t ours the same case? If a person commits blasphemy – what’s the penalty for blasphemy in Islam again?

Deranged maniac: (sourly) Death.

You: Exactly. So if a person commits blasphemy, would you not have him sentenced to death? Why burn all of our belongings and possessions down as well?

Deranged maniac: (growing frustrated) These two are completely different things!

You: HOW, pray tell? Or are you implying that blasphemy is a special case in Islam where you are allowed to take the law into your own hands and inflict whatever punishment you deem fit on the criminal?

Deranged maniac: Of course not. Islam is just.

You: Is it really? Your actions certainly suggest otherwise. Or maybe that’s because there IS no penalty for blasphemy in Islam, and you don’t know what to do about it!

Deranged maniac: (growing increasingly frustrated) There is. Stop insulting our religion.

You: I’m not insulting anything; I’m only pointing out what seems evident. Is it the fact that there is a penalty for blasphemy in Islam; you just don’t know what it is and thus decided to act of your own accord?

Deranged maniac: (suppressed anger) Are you implying that we are ignorant of the ways of our religion? Because if that’s the case –

You: Well, it’s either that, for I refuse to believe that considering how ‘perfect’ and ‘just’ Islam is, as you keep reiterating, it would allow something as senseless and unjust as this.

Deranged maniac: (seething) Do not doubt Islam, it is the fittest religion!

You: Then why are you continuously giving me reasons to doubt that?

Deranged maniac: I don’t know what you’re talking about.

You: I’ll TELL you what I’m talking about. I’ll tell you what really happened. The penalty for blasphemy in Islam is death; death for the criminal. But that isn’t enough for you people, is it? You always talk of Islam being the perfect religion – and maybe it is! Yet you don’t consider it perfect according to your intemperate views, and thus are redefining Islam, molding it according to your perspectives, and yet using it to defend your actions! You are using your religion, your beloved and PERFECT Islam, as an excuse for oppression. And that, my -

Deranged maniac: (takes out a gun and shoots you).

Love Pakistan. Here's why.

Micheal Crain had always been a big critic. That was primarily why he was a reporter by profession. He worked for BBC news, and his favorite pieces to run were always related to the troubles of Pakistan. He didn’t have anything personal against Pakistan; he was just a staunch believer in the all the reports of Pakistan being a country overrun by terrorists and corrupt officials, and he hated them for blaming all their troubles on America. Thus the extra dose of criticism from his side when covering a report on Pakistan.

Which was why he was none too pleased when he was told by his chief editor to make a trip to Pakistan and make a documentary on how life there is for the people.

“Are you crazy? You want me to go to that hellhole and DIE?!”

But his chief had been adamant, and Michael had reluctantly agreed. The only positive aspect in this ‘ridiculous charade’, as Michael liked to call it, was that his chief had not laid any imposition on him regarding the nature of the documentary.

A few days later, Michael found himself emerging from the Allama Iqbal International Airport, and out onto the sun-drenched streets of Lahore. The air was humid and sticky, the glare of the sun unbearably bright and piercing, and rivulets of sweat were running down his entire body. It was something he didn’t immediately register at first, for the sight of Lahore was too much for him to grasp at first. People in the hundreds were thronging about in the streets, amongst scores of cars, rickshaws and motorcycles; it was all a seething mass that Michael didn’t exactly relish getting caught up in. Footpaths cracked and the roads broken at places, and overflowing gutters were a common sight. And the noise! Angry drivers honking their horns impatiently, the indiscernible babble of people mingled with their shouting and laughing, street peddlers shouting out to people, the annoying drone of the rickshaws, and the even more annoying buzz of flies around his head… The entire place struck him as one of utter confusion. His loathing for this country deepened.

However, only two days later, he witnessed an event that forced him to feel otherwise. He had been sitting in a café with a cold beverage in his hand, staring out to the street, which an old woman was crossing, a bundle of cloths under her arm. Even as he watched, she swayed, and held up a hand to her head. She seemed to be growing dizzy by the heat. And then she crumpled to the sidewalk. For a few heartbeats she lay there, and then a young boy approached her lifeless form, and prodded her gently. When she did not stir, he started shouting in alarm. Immediately several people nearby rushed to them. They lifted the woman, and carried her to the café where Michael was sitting. All work around him ceased as she was laid on a table, and the staff gathered around as she was slowly revived, and fed a cup of cool water. The fact that the people chose to care for a poor old woman who nobody knew out on the street touched him in a strange way. After watching this event unfold before him, he started feeling his hate for this country (and Lahore in particular) ebbing away, giving way to something he had never felt for this country before: admiration, and respect. And before he knew it, he was head-over-heels in love with the place which had been the focal point of his criticism for many years.

Lahore was a dirty, crude and rough place on the surface, to say the least. The roads were too narrow at times and there seemed to more people on them than cars, so driving here was a nightmare. It was too congested, and gave him a feeling of oppression. Traffic jams seemed to crop up every other minute, and no authority to dissolve them. The buildings were old and cracked. Most places were devoid of even the most basic technological facilities. Yet it was under the veil of this coarse surface that Michael found the true beauty of this place. Lahore was home to a whole CULTURE. It had been 65 years to Pakistan’s independence, yet the traditions, rituals and art here all bore witness to the history of hundreds of years ago. It was most evident in the architectural designs of most buildings, the bazaars, the small, dirty streets, the tongas, the food, the dresses, the furniture; it was everywhere, down to the smallest detail. And yet, Lahore was a very modern place too, with huge shopping malls, cinemas, sports stadiums, the airport and the housing society nearby and whatnot. It struck him as a contradiction. Lahore was a conflagration of new and old, modern and historical, village and city, and he had never quite seen a place like this.

But it was not just Lahore that held him entranced; it was the whole of Pakistan. There was Karachi; a city apparently controlled by terrorists and plagued with target killing, kidnapping, robbery, rape and so. Yet it was also the city of lights, the most modern city of Pakistan, and a more alive place Michael was yet to come across. It was a concrete jungle, but the presence of the sea nearby gave him a feeling of openness and freedom. There were the northern areas of Pakistan, which was an entirely different world altogether. The breath-taking beauty of range upon range of huge, sprawling mountains, lush greenery, gushing waterfalls, streams of crystal-clear water originating from the top of snow-capped mountains and winding down the entire length of the mountain, fast-flowing rivers winding through the mountains, sometimes blue, sometimes green and sometimes milky-white, crashing upon boulders with a thunderous sound and spraying up foam, the fields of every fruit and vegetable imaginable; it all held him spell-bound. The deserts of Pakistan held a different beauty altogether; there was nothing but dry deep sand, high dunes that rolled away under a low, brooding sky. There was no sign of any living thing for miles, and he had never felt so alone before. And then there was the capital of Pakistan, Islamabad. It’s very existence was a contradiction to the image of Pakistan that had formed in his mind over the last couple of days, for here was a city that reminded him most of back home; a planned, modern city where people were caught up in their work and seldom had time for one another. Yet it had the Pakistani touch, for Islamabad was not a concrete jungle; here was modernism intermingled with natural beauty; a city set against the backdrop of the Margalla Hills. Putting it all together, Michael felt like he had seen the beauty of the entire world in that one week, and yet it was all here in one small country.

The thing about Pakistan that truly won him over though, was its people. Pakistan was not just another country; it was a conjunction of versatile cultures, each with its own customs and historical backgrounds. But the people chose not to associate themselves as Punjabis, Sindhis, Balochis or Pathans, but as Pakistanis. And their warmth and care astounded him. If anyone was in trouble, a whole contingent of people would rush to help him/her. One’s pain was all’s grief; one’s joy was all’s elation. Despite their busy schedules, they always seem to find time to spend with their families and friends, something he had hardly ever chanced upon back home. It made him realize that the Pakistanis were not just a nation; they were truly a brotherhood. They were groups of people who hardly had anything in common, but they chose to put their uniting factor before that: love for their country.

It was something that puzzled him greatly. Despite all the wonderful things he had discovered about Pakistan, he could see that this was a greatly troubled place. Suicide bombings, loadshedding, depletion of natural resources, no sense of security, corruption, absence of justice; all were dragging this country deeper and deeper into the depths of illiteracy and ignorance. So why this mindless patriotism? Why choose to live a difficult life in this country? Why not seek a life abroad, if possible?

He knew he would forever remember the chills that had run down his spine when a youngster, no more than fifteen, had answered this question for him:

“Pakistan to love hai. Hamara jeena, marna, sab is kay liay hai. Ye zindagi to sirf do, chaar din ka khail hai. Agar ye bhi hum apnay mulk kay liay qurban nahi kar saktay to hum kis qisam k mulki hain?”

Pakistan is love. Our life, death is all for it. This life is a play of just two to four days. If we can’t sacrifice even that for our country, what sort of nationals are we?

You might feel that I went overboard with optimism at places, and chose to ignore our tribulations completely. But in these harsh times, we often end up needing a reason to justify our love for Pakistan. At times, we need to let go of our harsh criticism, forget our troubles and focus on what is positive. This article was penned down with this very intent.

Happy Independence Day. Long live Pakistan.

EURO 2012 - A Planned Tournament

UEFA decision to choose Poland and Ukraine as the host was dealt with criticism. Those two countries are known for hostile attitudes. Poland which has pure 96.7% of polish people is among the much racist nations. While Ukraine has 78% pure Ukrainians and 17% Russians. Whereas Poland is ranked 14 and Ukraine as 23 in most racist countries in the Europe. We were not aware of the situation in Ukraine and Poland before the release of famous BBC documentary "Stadiums Of Hates" ( Here, it  is the link if you haven't watched the video yet: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z93iQgI3_Iw&feature=share ).  Asian countries are called bitter terrorist and are deprived from sporting events but take a brief look at the events in these two host nations. The murder of an Irish fan, open warning from Ukraine racist groups for the English supporters will be buried in Ukraine, riots with police. Apart from these terrorist and threatening facts the Polish and Ukrainian people are overcharging the tourist. After the 2008 economic crisis these countries suffered staggering losses which are still not recovered. Like Ukraine’s GDP fell by 15%. It was reported that UEFA intentionally requested Spain and Portugal to submit weak bids in order to support these two countries.

How will Euro 2012 benefit these nation?

Poland: In fact, infrastructure spending associated with the UEFA EURO 2012 amounted to 110 billion zloty (about €25.6 billion). 63 billion zloty was connected with road construction. Investment in hotels also increased. Infrastructure projects add around 1.5 percent to Polish GDP.
Ukraine: But infrastructure investment surrounding the soccer tournament have been a major driver of investment activity growth. Infrastructure expenditures related to the UEFA EURO 2012 championship, totaled 107 billion hryvnia or 8.3 percent of GDP. More than 73.8 percent of Ukraine’s UEFA EURO 2012 investments have been aimed at modernizing their transportation infrastructure, namely urban transport, roads, railways and airports. It will boost the GDP by almost 5%. Official numbers put the number of foreign tourists visiting Poland for the euro 2012 at 820,800. out of whom 453.5 thousand will stay in Poland longer than one day. Polish press expect 200K - 250K to come from countries whose national teams are expected to play in Poland during the group phase and only expect them to spend 180 - 230 million zloty. Given that Ukraine is hosting the final, it is naturally expected to be the more attractive tourist destination. Government official expect 800,000 - 1.2 million tourists through the duration of the tournament, each staying for about three - four nights and spending $1,000. But these numbers were based on 700K ticket sales, a large portion of which were bought by local residents, expect 500K tourists and SocGen anticipates they will spend $400 - $500 million.

Does all this call UEFA sanity into question? Well, there was one attack on Sri Lankan cricketers during the arrival of players in Iqbal Stadium, Lahore and whole western media turn their eyes against  Pakistan and deprived Pakistanis from almost all major sports mainly includes cricket, hockey, SAF games, etc. Pakistan is still suffering from the sequences and international teams of all sports afraid of visiting Pakistan just because western media represents Pakistan as failed  Muslim terrorist country and not a part of European council whom they wish to support even many lives are at risks.

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