A lot has happened since my last post. The Facebook ban has been lifted, as for the precedence it’s set, we’ll just have to wait and see what the long-term repercussions will be. Then there's Israel’s attack on the Gaza Flotilla; something I feel is going to be remembered as a turning point in the history of the world, whether for good or worse, who knows? Then there’s the tragic Ahmedi massacre; something that deserves an entire post on it’s own, but I won’t be writing about purely because I feel it’s been far better covered by Sami Shah and Nadeem Paracha. They’ve written exactly what I would have wanted to write, and much better than what I would’ve managed. The massacre is something that has been a topic of choice (rightly so) for many Pakistani bloggers, however I also feel it’s a topic that no matter how discussed on the blogosphere should have been more talked about through mainstream media, more condemned by the politicians and more protested by the general public. Did I say “more”? Just talking about it publically, at all, would have been a step up. The silence that the TV channels, politicians, and the majority of pakistani citizens have employed in this case sets yet another very terrifying precedence.
And then there was Phet! Yes, another discussed-to-death topic, but one that I want to talk about, simply because for me it felt like a divine sign of hope. I’ve decided to take it as one anyway. It felt like the heavens saying that yeah, things are going to get rough(er), we’ll be faced with even greater difficulties and we’ll be worried and scared, but at the end of the day, things will get better. We’ll make it through and come out the other end, smiling. It felt like Karachi was really truly happy that day. Though, to be fair, Karachiites are generally always excited by the thought of rain. The word cyclone is never really taken seriously by any of us. But I think nothing that I write about it will describe what that day was like better than the pictures below.
