Pakistan was built on the stuff of dreams. Yet scarcely a day passes that ever new depths of the gutter are not being plumbed.
Every law designed to hold the thugs accountable has been scrapped. Each robber baron has been rehabilitated.
Theft used to be committed at night. But as the extent of the money to be robbed became ever more, the hours of the night became much too short for the purpose. Therefore, daylight robbery became the norm. This is the only real reform we have seen implemented in decades.
The day of the child begins with the singing of the national anthem, while his father and his uncles spare no effort selling off national interest and the family jewels, so the dismantling of the country has proceeded a step further.
Nothing is sacred any more. Patriotism is seen as a cry of the idiot, and integrity as the hallmark of a fool.
Those entrusted to safeguard the security of the state, have shamelessly joined those who make a sale of it.
And just as we thought that we could not fall any lower, and there was no more salt left to rub into the wounds of the state, the first bitch of Pakistan has been exonerated, and Ishaq Dar, the chief accountant of the mafia [who was absconding in London for the last four years] has made his entry into a country festering with horrific wounds inflicted by its own best coddled sons, led substantially by his policies.
But the real clincher lies in what Mr. Dar has to say of Gen Bajwa and about the Pakistan Army.
Unfortunately, in these two particulars, his sentiments are in harmony with those of a huge majority of Pakistanis…all victims of his depredations, those of his rapacious master, and of the sellout by an army, once so loved.
For those who loved the army, this is the darkest day yet. But the promise of the future is, that still darker days lie ahead. So what can people like us, whose promises are such, look forward to except to broken promises!