It was the day, when my Benazir was snatched from the world -by Saria Benazir

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An daylight of December 27, 2007, I perceived the alteration in the shade of the blue _ Then, the world gives a vision of the mountains, stooping in veneration and in admiration of someone, later, all the gesticulates of the oceans stood tranquil_ The marvels were quite conspicuous, though, the day was bringing something too ruthless, yes, too hard to acknowledge _ It was all but a ghastly instant, as the timer touched 5 but Gosh! What is that all going…??? Yes!!! It was the day, when my Benazir was snatched from the world _ The world lost its Champion of Democracy _ and the people of Pakistan lost their anticipate _ and Saria lost her intact world, that laid with her. Those minutes of my existence are too horrific to evoke, but after too many days, my hands can’t discontinue to engrave about her, eyes can’t stop to squirt tears in her dearth, mentality can’t impede to imagine about her and of course, my statements and the planet remains curtailed without her.

The tone of Jeay Bhutto rang in every ear and engaged the ambiance. The prospect became crammed with the red, green and black pennons of the Pakistan Peoples Party and every flash held with it, an inimitable facet in the cosmos. The world, for that time, forgot everything to the heroism of the Daughter of Destiny Mohtarmah Benazir Bhutto_
Benazir, who was entirely Benazir in verve, Benazir in valor, Benazir in the final moments of her life as well. The ocean of support for Peoples Party and Benazir _ for the Bhutto bequest was too unfathomable enough to sink the whole world in it _ the world of democracy aficionados _ the world of peace and justice _ the world free from altercation, but democracy and reconciliation _ yes! The world free from starvation, scarcity and malady_ the world, free from redundancy _ the world of Benazir’s apparition_ Yes. A Benazir world!

My existence had taken a new twirl, when I witnessed my leader _ full of optimism and audacity -anticipate of accomplishing the delirium of her father and guts of fighting every encumbrance in her way .A sudden distress got me paralyzed, as soon as I heard the voice of pellets after such a gargantuan public support for Benazir and then, blood _ O No!!! Later, too shoddier a catastrophe .A tragedy _ the greatest adversity, had I ever observed _ My Benazir, who had lain down her life.

The day had brought with it, lots of anguishes _ torments for democracy , for humanity, for impartiality, for true depiction of Pakistan and Islam, for Benazir was certainly, an incarnation of high virtues,.! The next instant, I do see the roads being freshened, hiding my Bibi’s blood and later, adding offense to the injuries, alteration in statements, about the reason of death……..The second day, even averring people accountable for the assassination and the other, considering themselves, extremely untainted beings .This was their realism, who even failed to grant security to the former Prime Minister of a state _ mercy on them and their disreputable misdemeanors.

My eyes do hold back to the bereavement _ yes! I see December 28, when I screech out my Benazir is alive _ Thereby, I see the soil of Garhi Khuda Bux Bhutto, taking in itself , another Bhutto, who had been martyred _ Whose life had been grabbed in pursuit of providing Bread, Clothing and Shelter to the natives of her state _ I too, can’t rebuff this very remarkable moment _ Benazir was not buried under mud, but she laid in the divan of roses _ she rules the world _ yes! She rules the essence of her people, this day too from her grave.

Benazir-ism _ an everlasting rule _ an enduring inheritance! To this day, I see my favorite Benazir in President Asif Ali Zardari. When I look at Bilawal, Aseefa and Bakhtawar, my heart coerces me to acknowledge that Benazir Bhutto is at all times with me in their appearance, she’s always with us and directs us. Her phantasm is always with us and we can even peril our own lives to realize it.

Har gar say Bhutto niklay gaa,
Tum kitnay Bhutto maro gay…..

Zinda Hai Bibi, Zinda Hai…!

One Comment to “It was the day, when my Benazir was snatched from the world -by Saria Benazir”

  1. Excellent Shahkaar Committed Takhleq !

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