PAKISTAN KHAPPAY _ SARIA BENAZIR'S BLOG

You cannot murder a legacy . . . By Saria Benazir

2011-09-21T04:08:00.001-07:00

“My mother always used to say that democracy is the best revenge”. The very statement symbolized the audacity of the teenager and his adherence to the democratic principles of his martyred mother, Benazir Bhutto. The 19 years old Bilawal Bhutto Zardari now stood as the Chairman of the largest political party of Pakistan – the Pakistan Peoples Party. The day billowed with woe, anguish and ordeal, but a spark of hope stroke every empathy – an optimism that was evident in his eyes and every gesture – for he was now prepared to lead the party and thus, prove that “You cannot murder a legacy”. Numerous interrogated about the fate of the Pakistan Peoples Party, following Shaheed Mohtarmah Benazir Bhutto’s assassination, and the young Bhutto’s words provided an answer to all : “It (PPP) was not handed to me like some piece of furniture. The party asked me to do it and I did”. On September 21, 1988, the most celebrated and politically controversial baby in the history of Pakistan had been born. The streets echoed with the slogans of “Jeay Bhutto” – for Bilawal came to be the first grandson of the Leader of the People, Shaheed Zulfiqar Ali Bhutto. The extent of merriment on the birth of the child carries an amusing flash of emotions, as one goes through Benazir Bhutto’s memoirs: “Seventy Clifton was deluged with thousands of congratulatory telegrams, letters, and cards. All the flower and cake shops were sold out. Many of the hundreds of cakes delivered to the house came iced in the red, green, and black colors of the PPP. I sent on most of them, as well as the flowers, to political prisoners in Karachi jail, to the nursing staff and patients at the hospital, and to the homes of the families of martyrs. Asif sent others to the orphanage near the racecourse where he used to play polo. There were stories and cartoons in the newspapers about the baby: The Baby That Fooled the President. I put them in a baby book for him.”The name “Bilawal” means “one without equal” and over the years, Bilawal Bhutto Zardari has proved that. The blood of Bhutto flows through him and he has revealed his commitment to the people of Pakistan, after spending numerous birthdays in the absence of his father, President Asif Ali Zardari, who had been imprisoned for the “fake” corruption charges against him. As a teenager, Bilawal said: "I have gone through lots of things and he wasn't there. At the time when we needed him, he was taken away. We were denied a normal life." Ever since his childhood, he saw his parents, fighting for the rights of the commons of Pakistan and to make “Bread, Clothing and Shelter” available to everyone. His family was suffering to secure the future of the millions of children, who had no access to education, nor possessed any health facilities. In 2004, a farsighted Bilawal looked both to the past and the future when he said: "My grandfather was a very courageous man and I consider myself very lucky because I have three powerful role models that will obviously influence my career choices when I am older." And four years later, after the atrocious assassination of his mother, Shaheed Mohtarmah Benazir Bhutto, at the age of 19, Bilawal Bhutto Zardari had been thrust into front-line politics in one of the most chaotic countries in the world. And he didn’t let down the hopes of millions of the devotees of the Bhutto family.The Bilawal, we all know – a Black Belt in Taekwondo and a graduate from the Christ Church College, Oxford completely understands the plight of the people living in Pakistan. In his famous address to the PPP Parliamentarians, he won the hearts of the masses by crying out : “Sar chahiyai, sar hum daiy gay, khoon chahiyai, khoon hum daiy gay, jan chahiyai jan hum daiy gay...” Representing the cause of Pakistan on international forums, Bilawal Bhutto Zardari has proved to be the true son of the soil. In his recent address at the Conference on Development and People's Access at the ICAPP in Nanning, he emphasized that drones, raids and unilateral actions were not the answers, “Dialogue, deterrence, development and democracy is the only roadmap to peace…. My country lies wounded as a victim of terror. We don’t lack the will. We lack the means. We are neither complicit nor are we incompetent. We lack capacity to face the world’s enemies on our own. At a time of global recession and natural disasters, when Pakistan requires sympathy, support and assistance from the west we are met with suspicions, accusations and deionisation”.His words “took my first breath in Lyari. Special place in my heart for Lyari. Want so much more for Lyari…” alone stand as a crest of his ever enduring dedication to the people of Pakistan. The 23rd birthday of Bilawal Bhutto Zardari brings a hope of an educated and prosperous Pakistan. “So apparently I get an extra early birthday this year? If anyone needs ideas for a birthday gift I'd like peace in KHI please. #DOB 21/09/88”

We have to make a "Benazir" Pakistan - By Saria Benazir

2011-08-14T09:58:00.000-07:00

There pass decades and experiences inscribe themselves on sections of sheet. Eyes seize back to millions, who in their kick laid down their lives for the cause of liberty - for the sake of a detached home, where the Muslims of the Sub Continent could direct their survives, according to the lessons of their belief. The labors of those legends bore crops and lastly, on August of 14, 1947, the Muslims won a sovereign homeland for themselves. The struggle, the budge, which pinched numerous broods from their mothers, left several waifs and strays -that all appeared nil in analysis of the loyalty of the Muslims and to conclude, there came a day to exult & express thanks to God for the huge consent, He’d bestowed them with. My country, Pakistan -the land of pure , the earth, with which respite anticipates of thousands and plunks as the core of Islamic Power _ The ground, hallowed with copious natural possessions, with beauty, with minerals and with creature clout -with people, so enthusiastic and devoted to their land -such is meant by my adored Pakistan.
A state, which was sanctified with trinkets, the world never got - I hold back to the folios of the country’s history after its establishment & the empathy twinges to realize too much, it lost - Two great leaders, universe ever witnessed. Pakistan,-Which was split up into pieces was saved by the Hero of the Muslim World, Quaid e Awam Shaheed Zulfiqar Ali Bhutto, who spoke out to his nation as “WE HAVE TO GATHER PIECES - VERY SMALL PIECES & MAKE A NEW PAKISTAN - A PROSPEROUS PAKISTAN”. He proved his ardor to this nation, when a dictator got him hanged, just because of his promise to provide Bread, Clothing & Shelter to the people of Pakistan & make it an atomic power. The world cannot close its eyes to the struggle and forfeits of my dearly loved leader Shaheed Benazir Bhutto, who always preferred her country to her personal reassures and returned to her land after years of exile, just to save it, Aware of all the threats, she valiantly fought for her country & at last, gave her blood for it .

This soil of Pakistan is filled with blood of our leaders & it’s we, who need to stride to save this PAKISTAN and make it a Pakistan of Benazir’s dreams - A Pakistan, free of poverty, illiteracy, diseases, unemployment & dictatorship.

Wedged in cavernous slumbers,
I get mislaid in dreams,
I look at a wilt,
Emerald & ashen,
With a falcate & star,
With all its glamour,
Its luminosity,
Greater than that of a sun,
Shimmer,
Immense than the stars,
Its precincts,
Where lies a scrutiny of rapture,
My country’s flurry roofed crests,
And the beckons of its waterways,
The absconds and unadorned,
Lime & russet,
I get lost in the exquisiteness of my motherland!

I heed the birds twittering,
And thereby,
The accent of my beloved leader,
Yes! My mentor Benazir Bhutto,
Thumps my heart,
I feel someone clasping me,
Giving me audacity,
Valor to facilitate my member countrymen,
To move with far getting intentions,
To carry conviction,
Superior enough to defy obstacles,
To save - to shield this land,
Even if my own life’s its cost…

Then, I embrace to her,
The redeemer of this land,
Still with apparition,
Hope in her eyes,
For a Pakistan,
Strong & thriving,
I move on with an endeavor,
We’ve to fulfill our Bibi’s vision,
And make this Pakistan,
A Benazir Pakistan!

A Pakistan,
Which can never be shattered,
By earthquakes, too colossal,
With floods,
Too devastating,
For this terra firma carries in it,
Too much blood,
Blood of the martyrs…

Pakistan has come to exist forever!!!!

LONG LIVE PAKISTAN!
PAKISTAN KHAPPAY!
HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY!

Without Pakistan, we’re like a body, without soul.

Regards,
Saria Benazir.

“IF YOU WANT TO LIVE LIKE BHUTTO, LEARN TO DIE LIKE HIM” - By Saria Benazir.

2011-07-05T10:59:00.001-07:00

“Bhutto” is no longer the name of an individual or of a family, but it is the name of a birthright and is the crest of a crusade, which always elevated its influence against despotism and prejudice, against paucity and bigotry - and against disarray and restiveness. To this day, the BHUTTO has become the name of that family, which stood determinedly against every genus of totalitarianism and regardless of the actuality that they themselves had two diverse conduits to go on- an enormously deluxe and splendid life or the second one- an agonizing death…The disciples of Bhutto-ism always gave predilection to the second alternative and thereby, chose a way to make their lives, an exemplar for the coming generations to tag along and be conceited of.

“TO LIVE ONE DAY LIKE A LION IS BETTER THAN TO LIVE HUNDRED YEARS LIKE A JACKAL”. The originator of Bhutto-ism - the person, who laid the naissance stone of a world wide family known as Pakistan Peoples Party spent his intact life, working for the affluence of his nation and to grant them “Bread, Clothing & Shelter” , which in the face of being the indispensable requirements of life were not accessible to a large number of Pakistani inhabitants. He fought courteously against the military rule of Ayub Khan and tried his best to bring about a genuine democratic system in Pakistan and make his nation, one of the developed ones in the world. It was the time, when the people and especially poor ones had not even a single shoulder to cry on. It was only “Bhutto”, who despite facing such thorny circumstances did not at all care for the skulks. His visualization became a quintessence of clout - people’s power, which merely belonged to the commons of the state. The lay man too, from his point of view held right on the state in much the same way, as the ruler of the country.

Egalitarianism and bringing classlessness, as the result of a resistance is not trouble-free -not undemanding to bring about and more accurately, where every one has power ravenousness, where all are famished before the chair and how can one with wholly different contemplations , much earnest initiatives, more resolute vision endure amongst such brutes. Democracy and the affection of people for their leader after all, overwhelmed dictatorship and yes, it gave it a devastating defeat - an undying and mortifying one.

5th July, 1977 - The sinister day in the history of Pakistan , when the Government of the founder Chairman of Pakistan Peoples Party Quaid e Awam Shaheed Zulfiqar Ali Bhutto was eliminated by the then tyrant Zia ul Haq, and thereby, Pakistan came under the longest era of Martial Law ever since its underpinning. Moments were too awful. Amidst murky nights, the end of a democratic Government, followed by the judicial murder of ZA Bhutto and those three months for the elections, which never existed seemed to strangle every being on the planet. July 5 – That was the black day for dismantling the Constitution of Pakistan. It was the nerve of Pakistan Peoples Party & only Pakistan Peoples Party, which faced all these obstacles and murders with patience and sagacity, for we deem, neither in prisons, nor in bullets, but DEMOCRACY is our vengeance and that in the end, it is the forces of democracy & justice, which triumph.

Perceptibly, the 4th of April, 1979 appeared to be the red letter day for the confrontational forces, but that is a verity that some cannot comprehend - Yes, they are too scrawny enough to appreciate divinity’s commands. Reinhold Neibuhr’s words are of course, a fine yearning for them “God, grant me the serenity to accept the things, I cannot change, courage to change the things, I can and the wisdom to know the difference”.

The bereavement statement was a declaration, which nature considered as the time of making Bhutto an immortal and giving him a perpetual life - that existence, which is never to cease. Bhutto was dangled, but not his revelation - he gave up his life and died the death of a martyr, that demise, which not everyone is auspicious to get. Even after his death, his assassins dreaded from the dead “BHUTTO”, for they too believed that despite all, whatever they did, Bhutto is alive, and whatsoever, they may attempt, they cannot murder Bhutto. Today too, not only the adherents of Bhutto, but his rivals too call out Zinda Hai Bhutto, Zinda Hai…Bhutto is the undivided voice of the people of Pakistan. Bhutto is the vanquisher of hearts and lives in every essence.

My Benazir Lives... By Saria Benazir

2011-06-21T06:53:00.001-07:00

BENAZIR – I screech out to top of the volume, as much as my larynx could afford. Engraving the name “Benazir” – it fills my eyes with tears & breaks my heart into trillions. I ramble here and there, oblivious, hopeless and comatose in the boulevards packed with blood. Where is my Benazir?? I bellow, but there wasn’t anyone to rejoinder me, I’ve been asking the same from the dismal sun, the shadowy moon and the hushed winds – were they too insensitive enough to overlook a young girl’s cries? I continue to saunter in dimness; no one is there to provide me with a candle to cope with the sinister night. I’ve been listening to the rumbles of the scavengers, but there is no one in the entire world to shield me. Every face appeared to have transformed, for I could scarcely find a smile on the face the most vicious person on the earth. I fall in a deep sea – too unfathomable for me to drown into it. It is blood, and I can feel a perpetual placate in it, but why?? I utter it again and again “Please – take me to my Benazir”, no one is paying any heed to my words. “This blood would not go waste” – It appears the voice of my life’s sole fervor. Again, I hear: “To you, the youth, we pass the torch of leadership, baptized in the sacred blood of our martyrs”. Don’t tell me, it’s your blood; every single breath of mine is associated with you, you can’t be killed. “You can kill a man, but not an idea” – I hear a voice like Benazir’s repeatedly: “You cannot murder a legacy”. – it was the murkiest night of my life, when I lost my leader Shaheed Mohtarmah Benazir Bhutto, but her blood did give me some courage to take a gulp of air.

June 21, 1953 – the sun rose from the East and blessed the world with the Daughter of the East. The baby with “pinky” cheeks was destined to be the “Benazir” of Pakistan and struggle to make a “Benazir” Pakistan. Brought up with immense fondness, no one could ever reckon that “Pinky” would have to battle against so many vultures. Her existence began with optimism. As a student of Harvard and Oxford, her empathy would only pound for Pakistan and she had dedicated her life to making her country a prosperous one. Despite living in deluxe, she had an enormous revere and love for her native land’s mores and rituals. Blessed with amazing qualities of head and heart, Pinky had to materialize the vision of and fulfill the anticipations of her father, from whom she inherited the love and concern for the people. Her struggle from the first female foreigner to win the presidency of the prestigious Oxford Debating Society to the youngest and the first ever Muslim woman to head a Muslim state is a fable of anguishes and bloodshed, and of tortures and exiles. A young girl, whose father was previously murdered by Zia ul Haq, was now the victim of the tyrannies of the same predator, who left no opportunity to harm her, but Benazir did face all with patience and in the end, it is the forces of democracy and justice which triumph. Her endeavor to bring about an egalitarian government in Pakistan was though, filled with thorns, but the December of 1988 gave a fatal trounce to the dictators and proved the authenticity in the words of Quaid e Awam Shaheed Zulfiqar Ali Bhutto: “My daughter Benazir would become Benazir in the history of the Sub – Continent”.

During her terms as the Prime Minister of Pakistan, Mohtarmah Benazir Bhutto worked assiduously to assist the underprivileged of her state and make Pakistan, an exemplary nation for the rest of the Muslim World to follow, but the heirs of Zia ul Haq couldn’t stomach the development of the state and continued to conspire to terminate democracy and ended up making fake corruption charges against her and her husband. Every being is forced to bow in admiration of her courage, who, despite facing grave hardships did not discontinue to fight for democracy and the rights of her people. The days of her exile, during which she had to attend to her ailing mother, look after the kids and prove the innocence of her captured husband ache every heart. Though, the realities were too vindictive, but Benazir returned to her state with a BENAZIR nerve, audacity - that was nowhere else to be found. Copious chanting out for Benazir & of course, the world can never close eyes to the martyrs of Karsaz, who gave up their own lives to shield their leader & so many, who became crippled. History never witnessed a day like October 18, 2007 – The day, when the soil of Pakistan gained its life, as Benazir’s feet touched it.

“Despite threats of death, I will not acquiesce to tyranny, but rather lead the fight against it” and the cost of this fight was her blood and she willingly gave even the last drop of it for her motherland. To this day, no one can impede the world from chanting out “ZINDA HAI BIBI, ZINDA HAI”, for she dwells in every psyche and rules the humankind from her grave. Those, who assassinated her were too naïve to the fact that Bhutto –ism has come to exist forever & Benazir lives in the form of President Asif Ali Zardari, Bilawal, Bakhtawar and Aseefa Bhutto Zardari. She, indeed, is a source of eternal guidance for us and her struggle and sacrifice sets an instance for the future generations to follow. Whatever I am this day, I owe it to her inspiration and no one can substitute for the vacuum, created by her brutal assassination.
“I know death comes. I’ve seen too much death, young death.”

MY BENAZIR LIVES…….
Happy Birthday :)

THE SEA OF SUPPORT_ FOR DEMOCRACY AND THE OTHER NAME OF DEMOCRACY_ BENAZIR BHUTTO _ By Saria Benazir

2011-04-10T11:08:00.000-07:00

“"Jeevay, jeevay, Bhutto jeevay! Live, live, Bhutto live!" the crowds roared
in Punjabi, a sentiment that just three months before would have cost them
rigorous imprisonment and lashes. "Munjhe bhen, thunje bhen, Benazir—My
sister, your sister, Benazir," others called out in Sindhi. There were slogans in
Urdu, in Pashto, in every dialect of every region in Pakistan. "Benazir, ay gi,
Inqilab ly gi—Benazir will come, revolution will come," our supporters had said
before my return. Now they called out loudly, "Benazir ay hai, inqilab ly hai—
Benazir has come, revolution has come." When I waved, the crowds waved.
When I clapped my hands over my head as my father had done, the crowds
clapped back, their upraised arms undulating like ripples on a vast field of wheat.”

The 10th of April, 1986 was a red letter day in the history of Pakistan, so was it in the narration of the world_ when it witnessed the dauntless leader_ the Daughter of Destiny, who had lost her father and young brother _ both of them, who had laid down their lives, fighting for the rights of their people during the Martial Law of Zia ul Haq and this day, the daughter of a martyred father stood on the same grime of Pakistan, aiming to accomplish the delusions of her father and provide “Bread , Clothing and Shelter” to the people of her state_ She returned to provide justice to all_ to hand over the power to her people_ Yes, to give every influence to the commons of her state _ Although, she knew of all possible threats in the way of her aspirations and of course, at this time too, the same Zia ul Haq was ruling Pakistan_ Benazir came and she came with an optimism_ a hope of a vivid and glorious future_ of incredible moments_ of continuing the bequest of her father_ of bringing an era of prosperity in her state_ Yes! It was the valor of Benazir and only Benazir Bhutto.

That great instant_ when Benazir stepped on the soil of her beloved Pakistan were indeed, unforgettable ones _ The titanic sea of support for the woman of century, who was at last, back to her own land, after years of sufferings _ of prison, of exile, of house imprisonment, but one thing remained palpable that Benazir Bhutto was never going to quit_ She was never going to stay back from her commitment to bringing democracy_ The rule of the people, for the people and by the people in Pakistan. The support of the crowds was spectacular_ Every eye was waiting to catch a glimpse of her _ every ear, impatient to listen a few words from her and the soil of Pakistan _ waiting dreadfully to feel the touch of Benazir’s feet on its domain _ that was the day of merriment_ Finally, the people felt a reprieve after their decade of suffering under the government, based on the lame slogan of Narai Haq, Zia ul Haq…This day, even his supporters forgot that slogan and raised their voice with the patriots, Narai Bhutto, Jeay Bhutto….

“Home. I was home. As I stepped onto Pakistani soil, I paused to feel the
earth under my feet, to breathe the air of which I was a part. I had flown into
Lahore many times. I had spent many happy times here. But it was also the city
where my father had been condemned to death. Now I was coming back to
challenge his murderer, the general who had committed high treason by
overthrowing the Constitution.”

Benazir Bhutto _ who was by this time, the crest of democracy . An icon of people’s power and federation _ who by this time had faced all cruelties_ every torment, but stood firm on her manifesto “ Islam is our religion. Democracy is our policy. Socialism is our economy. All power to the people and Martyrdom is our destination”. The world of Pakistan had altered_ the perspective was roofed with the red, green and black flags of Pakistan Peoples Party _ The world was watching the sea of support for democracy _ which could not be failed by the dictator of the time Zia ul Haq, _ who was by the time, too deprived _ Yes….. He was too scrawny to defy the preference and covet of the people_ for every heart, every voice cried out BENAZIR, BENAZIR_ BENAZIR_ SARAY SOBO KI ZANJEER_ PHOLO KI MEHAK BENAZIR, and BULBUL KI CHEHAK BENAZIR……

“There are moments in life which are not possible to describe. My return to
Lahore was one of them. The sea of humanity lining the roads, jammed on
balconies and roofs, wedged in trees and on lampposts, walking alongside the
truck, and stretching back across the fields, was more like an ocean. The eight mile
drive from the airport to the Minar-i-Pakistan in Iqbal Park usually takes
fifteen minutes. On the unbelievable day of April 10, 1986, it took us ten hours.
The figure of one million people at the airport grew to two million, then three
million by the time we reached the Minar-i-Pakistan.
Hundreds of colored balloons soared into the sky as the airport gates
opened. Rose petals, not tear gas, filled the air, showering onto the truck until
they rose above my ankles. Garlands of flowers flew through the air. I saw a girl
whose brother had been hanged and threw a garland to her. More garlands were
thrown onto the truck, as were hundreds of handmade dupattas and shawls. I put
one dupatta after another on my head and slung others on my shoulder. When
we passed former political prisoners I recognized in the throng, I threw flowers
and the embroidered cloths to them as well as to the families of those who had
been hanged or tortured, and the young and very old women who lined the route.
The black, green, and red colors of the PPP seemed the only colors in
Lahore that day. PPP banners and flags billowed in the dry, hot breeze until they
formed an almost continuous canopy. People were wearing red, green, and black
vests, dupattas, shalwar khameez, hats. Donkeys and water buffalo had PPP
ribbons braided into their manes and tails. The same colors rimmed photographs
and posters of my father, my mother, my brothers, me.”

Everything had transformed _ All foes of democracy had gone into sixes and sevens, after seeing the gigantic crowd of millions of people_ waiting for Benazir and giving a warm welcome to Benazir_ Promising to stay with her_ vowing to support her under all circumstances_ The Pakistan Peoples Party became the undisputed voice of the people of Pakistan_ The rivals of Pakistan Peoples Party too were compelled to call out ZINDA HAI BHUTTO ZINDA HAI, seeing that cavernous adoration for Bhutto ism among the hearts of the people.

Long Live Shaheed Mohtarmah Benazir Bhutto.
“YOU CAN’T MURDER A LEGACY”.

Regards,
Saria Benazir.

Blood in the Terrain - By Saria Benazir

2011-04-04T07:28:00.000-07:00

Closing the observes to details is though, quite easier than moving forwards and accommodating the certainty and in actuality, most of the people are much used to fancy the first option over the other one. Opposed to it, when ones peeps into the realities, the points of truth, we’d unquestionably come across a tart avowal by our autocrats, who assert egalitarianism to be the “FORBIDDEN” fruit for the residents of the Islamic Republic of Pakistan. Certainly, democracy has gone through great trials here and of course, one cannot rebuff the implication of the Bhutto family, which has everlastingly played a role in strengthening democracy and handing over the clout to the people of Pakistan. Times have been quite pitiless, undeniably, Pakistan Peoples Party never gave up and continued with its struggle for making Pakistan a prosperous state _ a place, where poor, and under dumped get their rights and do hold nerve to raise their voice for what they necessitate.

Founded on the name of Islam and declaring the state a democratic republic, what did democracy in Pakistan accomplish? The basis of Pakistan Peoples Party which was a mile stone in enlivening the democratic system in Pakistan, but what then happened..?? The founder Chairman, who saved the Pakistan after the episodes of December 1971, who aimed to assemble those wrecked pieces of the state and make a new Pakistan _ a perfect & progressive one, who vowed to provide Bread, Clothing & Shelter and promised to raise the standard of living of the natives and notwithstanding meeting with stiff opposition urged to make Pakistan a nuclear power even if the people had to eat grass and what did he himself get as a compensation to his indefatigable efforts for making Pakistan a world power..??? What incentive did he get for his stupendous courage and vividness? _ Some thing else than prisons _ assassination attempts and finally a judicial murder...
What did we bequeath him with? Merely him, nay! But every worker of Pakistan Peoples Party & every affiliate of the Bhutto family _ the hangers-on of the predator Zia ul Haq, who did not even leave the last hope “BENAZIR BHUTTO” for Pakistan.

Eyes filled with scratches,
The sensitivity slithers on frequent thumps,
For I cannot get the valid connotation,
Of the remark equality,
Or the peoples authority,
That meant in my dust,
In my backdrop,
How can I endure all going around me..
Can’t I avoid this annoyance…
O My God! Help Me….

My terra firma………….
I stagger of a lengthy saga of sufferings,
Of lengthened afflicts,
Far out of psyche,
Not capable of accepting the verities,
All I can see is a void pustule,
Resting in my obverse,
A murky crack in the heart,
All around me,
Wherever I see….
The eyes catch sight of flags,
Red, green and black,
Ears heed slogans,
Voices of democracy,
For justice,
Of course, my beloved party’s manifesto,
Chahta Hai Har Insaan,
Roti, Kapra Aur Makaan…

I stare around,
And see an insurgency,
Transformation in the very face of Pakistan,
The leader of the state,
Determined to make this state a strong one,
Able to shield its territories,
A Pakistan, free of paucity,
Disease and illiteracy….

The heart melts to see,
Gosh! A military coup,
Lead by a dictator,
Opposed to democracy,
Committed to slay it,
For what was its fault..???
Till this day,
I can never get it…
My life, too suffocated,
I’m fed up,
My eyes filled with tears of blood,
For all I can see around me,
This soil is filled with blood….
It never vanished till this day….

FOREVER ENDURE THE BHUTTO LEGACY!

Regards,
Saria Benazir.

THE WOMAN OF SUBSTANCE NUSRAT BHUTTO ISPHAHANI… - By Saria Benazir

2011-03-23T06:06:00.000-07:00

When one glances into the record of Pakistan Peoples Party, one will stumble on it _ but a long history of struggle and sacrifices and indisputably, unfolding them is not even that unproblematic, but necessitates a lot of audacity as the heart melts to see all, that the party , its workers and its leadership faced from the very first day and when mentioning the individuals’ thrash about, the part of Mohtarma Nusrat Bhutto Isphahani is worth mentioning_ Rolling back the pages of PPP’s history, one will find her manifest part in Pakistani politics, for from the inauguration, she strived against the Martial Law of Ayub Khan and further more, it was the same lady, who played a great part in the reinstatement of egalitarianism in Pakistan, following Zia’s regime.

Indeed, the Pakistani nation owes to the great woman of substance Mohtarma Nusrat Bhutto_ who, _ from the commencement, bore great hardship for the cause of a Pakistan, where there was a self-ruled Government_ a Pakistan, free from unawareness and ailments, a Pakistan_ where women were given respect, a Pakistan_ where the dejected ones got justice, a Pakistan_ where everyone had the basic facilities of life and a Pakistan, where Bread, Clothing and Shelter were accessible to all. Certainly, the same Pakistan_ The same kind of Pakistan was the apparition of our Quaid e Awaam_ our party’s founder Shaheed Zulfiqar Ali Bhutto and yes!! One cannot refute this verity too that accomplishing this vision requires an extra deal of resistance to every sort of snag, for the way, leading to the purpose of a flourishing Pakistan is not an easy one_ this route is filled with complications and giving up means giving up every likely hope for a vivid future.

The world might not have elapsed the great instants of November 25, 1967 , when the party was formed for the poor and common people of Pakistan_ providing a prospect for all to gather under the flag of PAKISTAN PEOPLES PARTY. The underpinning was not easy too, the leadership suffered a lot in the preliminary stages, but God assists those, who help themselves and He always supports the right_ He’s always with impartiality_ the party succeeded in putting an end to the authoritarianism of Ayub Khan and after the massive triumph of PPP in the upcoming elections, the PPP got an opportunity to make Pakistan, one of the strongest nations of the world, but that wasn’t just to say_ democracy has always faced stern challenges in Pakistan and the government faced a major obstacle in the form of Zia ul Haq , who not only threw up an elected Government, but also snatched from the world, a gleaming leader_ The tiger of Asia_ Shaheed Zulfiqar Ali Bhutto – “The LEADER of the PEOPLE”.

That April 4 , 1979 transformed the political phase of Pakistan and from there followed great decades of sufferings and catastrophes for the Iron lady of Pakistan Nusrat Bhutto Isphahani , who firstly, lost her husband_ while struggling for Pakistan and thereafter, fighting for righteousness_ that woman_ that wife, who wasn’t even permitted to see her martyred husband at the last moments _ it was the same woman, who valiantly fought for the revival of democracy, along with her young daughter Benazir Bhutto. The trail , leading to this was too unsympathetic_ it was filled with blood and this thrash about made her lose all her valuables_ she lost her vigor_ for during strikes, even the women were beaten viciously on the thoroughfares under the instructions of the so called President – General Zia ul Haq _ Is this called his so- called Islamization that against the verdicts of Islam, women were desecrated, but at last, a point came, when the soldiers rebuffed to recognize his orders, and instead, paid acknowledgment to the greatness of those women, who were struggling for their nation_ what a larger blight is meant for those autocrats than this…???

It was the same audacious woman, who lost her young sons, Shahnawaz and Murtaza, _ the rationale, well known to everybody that democratic system is the outlawed crop for the establishment of Pakistan , which when found no other way to smother it_ went on adding blood to the Bhutto inheritance_ to the bequest of the Pakistan Peoples Party. Later, the PML-N Government, lead by Nawaz Sharif left no effort of adding on her encumbers, more cases of corruption, which were scarcely in her acquaintance_ this day, this lady is a victim of a stroke and Alzheimer’s disease_ that mother, who after losing two young sons has even lost her beloved Benazir_ her Pinky, but is oblivious that she, now dwells under the soil of Garhi Khuda Bux Bhutto.

This day_ My empathy cracks into trillions to say that March 23, 1929 gave birth to a woman_ merely for facing hardships_ losing all her adored ones, but undeniably, she is a LIVING MARTYR and I behold if anyone covets to see a martyr on the surface of Earth_ in this present world, let him gaze at Nusrat Bhutto_ who has lost all_ lost her everything for Pakistan.
“HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE IRON LADY OF PAKISTAN”.
Your struggle & sacrifices would always remain a golden part of PPP’s History of Blood!

Jeay Bhutto.
Sada Jeay Bhutto!

Regards,
Saria Benazir.

WHERE IN A WHITE BUILDING LAY ALL THE PARABLES OF RED – By Saria Benazir

2010-12-27T07:20:00.000-08:00

Moments too spiteful,
I gaze back three years,
I stumble on blood everywhere,
God! Ain’t it a nightmare,
I catch an austere glower,
Is that all fair?
Nothing sounds fine to ears,
Eyes show nothing, but tears,
I lost nothing, but my verve,
I don’t cleave to that nerve,
For in incidents is a giant camber,
Heaving a sigh here isn’t even plausible……

The crowds too massive,
But the fortune staring,
There stood a leader, too audacious,
For who had an unparalleled individuality,
For in every aspect of her personality,
There was no one in her similarity,
The sky that day was crimson,
So was the boulevard,
This in minutes was sluiced away,
To conceal that blood, too viciously…

The connive was ferocious,
They thought too malicious,
The one they snatched was too precious,
Her gallantry was too conspicuous,
It was a chronicle,
Aching every compassion,
My Benazir had denied every sumptuousness,
To put an end to the coercion,
The rule of the persecutors,
Who had executed her father,
And two young brothers….

The prompts are too throbbing,
Can’t watch the people ailing,
Who lost their redeemer,
Their only expectation,
Nothing else could cope,
The heart ceases to beat,
The expressions get trapped in the larynx,
For she is my fanaticism,
Today and forever…
The eyes desire to catch the scrutiny,
Of the dauntless Daughter of Destiny,
Loaded with flowers,
With a white scarf, hovering on her head,
She had been an icon of power,
An emblem of democracy,
Who was always prepared to defy tyranny,
Fight for her cause,
Not by bullets, but by ballet…..

I’d crave to hear the same words,
Which spoke to save Pakistan,
A land, in whose edifice was her father’s hand,
For she’d struggled a lot,
The words for it exist not,
Trying to portray her person,
That is not at all feasible,
To write, worth her exertions,
She’s my ideal,
My motivation…

I hear the voice of the bullets, too loud,
In her support was standing a huge crowd,
And the firmament, loaded with red, green and black,
It was a symbol of triumph,
Of an eternal victory for Benazir,
It was a scrutiny, too Benazir,
One, which I’d never, wondered of….
My heart thaws,
I hear her words filled with valor,
Yai Bazi Khoon Ki Bazi Hay,
Yai Bazi Tum Hi Haro Gay,
Har Gar Say Bhutto Niklay Ga,
Tum Kitnay Bhutto Maro Gay…

I hear the songs “Live Live Benazir”,
But was the time too ruthless,
She was the reason of my subsistence,
The realism was what my eyes couldn’t trust,
Or the empathy ready to recognize,
She had left us too soon,
She was taken so harshly,
Was the universe at a halt then,

For it lost its fascination,
The exquisiteness of the world,
Who was only Benazir…

I’d lost my gravel,
Lost my audacity,
My willpower,
My only anticipate…….
The heartrending instants,
That I’d never forget,
The journey from Islamabad,
To the soil of Garhi Khuda Bux Bhutto,
Where in a white building,
Lay all the parables of red…..

To this day too,
Her assassins never goad to consider her dead,
She’s still alive,
And rules everyone’s compassion and psyche….
She’s today too, Saria’s brainwave,
Her mentor, her courage, her fervor,
For she lived all her life as a candle,
That glows itself & Gives light to others…..

JEAY BHUTTO!

Regards,
Saria Benazir.

SHE LAID IN THE DIVAN OF ROSES – By Saria Benazir

2010-12-26T09:21:00.000-08:00

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…!

Regards,
Saria Benazir.

And endeavor hard to reach your objective…. – By Saria Benazir

2010-12-22T06:55:00.001-08:00

My fellows,
That’s the time,
To assemble under the red, green & Black flag,
An Emblem of peoples’ Power,
A point to give your antagonists a note,
That your leaders are still alive,
Though, your exertions are still in progress,
And Yes!
You all have to scuffle,
Against the transgressors and tormenters,
And secure your land!

A time,
When we all have to raise loud this jingle,
A say, stretching in every curve,
Every chunk of the space,
Stroking the sky,
Getting to the unfathomable oceans,
As the space invaders & deceased even may hear,
The utterance of our martyred leader,
“Democracy is the greatest Revenge”…

That’s the bona fide time,
To collect at the soil of Naudero,
And take an expletive,
To brawl for our Bibi’s cause,
And struggle to accomplish her hallucination,
And preserve her bequest,
A time,
To bellow out,
In front of the residences of the authoritarians,
To make them comprehend,
“Kal Bi Bhutto Zinda Tha,
Aj Bi Bhutto Zinda Hay”…
Illustrating them the greatest authenticity,
Removing the mysterious drapes, encasing their eyes,
And cleansing the buff, engaging their ears….

We all have to meet,
And that’s the occasion,
To reiterate the Daughter of Destiny’s words,
Yai Bazi Khoon Ki Bazi Hay,
Yai Bazi Tum Hi Haro Gay,
Har Gar Say Bhutto Niklay Ga,
Tum Kitnay Bhutto Maro Gay….

After all,
It’s time for you to divulge,
Politics is our prayer,
A mean to worship God,
By helping His Beings….

The Best second,
Waiting for your consciousness,
Islam is our religion,
Democracy is our policy,
Socialism is our Economy,
And All Power to the People…
An Instant,
Reminding you of a marvel,
Who saved Pakistan,
Following in the footprints of his precursors,
By Calling out PAKISTAN KHAPPAY
Certainly, you need to idealize it…

A time to stand up,
And begin your passage,
To materialize the visualization of your beloved leader,
And endeavor hard to reach your objective….

Live Live Pakistan Peoples Party…!

Regards,
Saria Benazir.

She Gave Her Blood For It – By Saria Benazir

2010-12-21T06:31:00.000-08:00

O’ My Countrymen,
May you know or nay,
But I do keep it in mind well,
The Footmarks on this soil,
The tears, glistening from her eyes,
Indeed, three years back,
My delight paced here…..

For I’d been a parched land for many years,
But as Benazir patted the ground,
She brought optimism for my people,
So as she gave potency to the crippled,
As she was here to confiscate the disenchantments,
Fretfulness of the disheartened ones….

Today, I’m in look for of the same,
The analogous Princess of Fortune,
Fidgety for the same scrutiny,
Moving every sensitivity,
Provoking every malicious soul,
Captivating every mentality,
Removing all suspicions,
Paying every obligation to the nation,
I’m in need of the Same One…..

Her words and deliberations,
Touching the utmost mountain peaks,
Reaching the farthest awning of the sky,
Being heard in the deepest wave of the ocean,
I need the same fortitude back…

Her graciousness was example less,
The individuality was unparalleled,
The temperament was Reach less,
An stab to swerve her from her struggle,
All of those exertions were worthless,
Her adversaries in this regards,
They were enormously feeble…..

For she sought to help the shelter less,
Assist the cloth less,
Aid the ravenous,
To place an ending to the rule of autocrats,
No misgiving!!! Was a vicious one!!
The chore to place it to the closing stages,
Was too intricate,
I need the love back,
She gave to the impoverished,
Gave to the down in the dumps and browbeaten…..

I need that luminary back,
Which while shinning,
Blanched the entire sphere,
I certainly, need the same dawn back,
That brought a beam of anticipation,
I’m in need of the same marvels,
That occurred three years back….

May the folios of history roll back,
And bring me the Daughter of the East….

For this is the say of a land,
Memorizing the one,
Who gave her blood for it…

Live Live Benazir-ism!

Regards,
Saria Benazir.

Happy 22nd Wedding Anniversary - Mohtarmah Benazir Bhutto & President Asif Ali Zardari - By Saria Benazir

2010-12-18T06:47:00.000-08:00

A Very Cheery Wedding Anniversary to Shaheed Mohtarmah Benazir Bhutto & President Asif Ali Zardari! Bhutto-ism Forever!!!

Extracts from the Daughter Of Destiny about the golden instant of her existence:-

The crowds began gathering outside of 70 Clifton a week before the
wedding in December 1987. Presents began to be delivered to the gate, simple
handmade shalwar khameez from Sindh, embroidered dupattas from Punjab,
candy, fruit, and wedding dolls made to look like Asif and me. At times my
relatives went out and joined the people dancing with happiness. Women and
children came in and sat in the garden.
It is traditional for a prospective bride to remain in seclusion for one or two
weeks before the wedding, wearing yellow clothes and no makeup so as not to
attract the evil eye. But I didn't have time for this ancient custom called mayoon. I
couldn't afford to take two weeks off from work before the wedding. We weren't
even going to take a honeymoon.
We broke with other traditions as well, trying to set an example for the rest
of the country. The wedding was to be dignified and simple, not the weeklong
lavish affairs many families in Pakistan feel compelled to hold, often draining
their life savings and sending them into debt. Instead of the twenty-one to fiftyone
elaborate sets of clothes traditionally presented to the bride by the groom's
family, I set the limit at two, one for the wedding and one for the reception the
Zardaris would give two days after the wedding. The bride's wedding clothes are
usually sequined and embroidered throughout with gold thread, but I requested
that my dress have gold either on the top or bottom, but not both.
Presents of jewelry, too, are part of the tradition, the bride often wearing
seven sets of jewelry running from a choker around her neck to necklaces
reaching her waist. I asked Asif to give me only two simple sets, one for the
wedding ceremony and the other for the reception given by the groom's family. I
don't live a life that calls for jewelry. How many necklaces can you wear to the
office? "You have your whole life to give me jewelry," I consoled Asif, who
wanted to give me the best. I even eschewed the traditional gold bangles that
brides wear on each arm from elbow to wrist, planning to wear a few of pure gold
and many of glass on each arm. I wanted people to say that if Benazir can wear
glass bangles on her wedding day, so can my daughter. I also chose to keep my
own name. "On my beloved's forehead, his hair is shining. On my beloved's forehead,
his hair is shining. Bring, bring the henna, the henna which will color my
beloved's hands." For three days before the henna ceremony on December 17th,
my sister, my cousins, and my friends gathered at 71 Clifton, the annex we use
for receptions and offices, to practice for the friendly song and dance
competitions with the groom's family at the mehndi. Samiya, Salma, Putchie, and
Amina were there, as was Yasmin, who had flown in from London. Every day
more old friends arrived from England: Connie Seifert, who had been highly
instrumental in pressuring Zia into letting my mother leave Pakistan on medical
grounds; David Soskin, Keith Gregory, and others from my Oxford days; Victoria
Schofield, whose visa was withheld by the regime until the very last moment.
Anne Fadiman and my former roommate, Yolanda Kodrzycki, came all the way
from America, Anne to do a story on the wedding for Life. "You came here to get
teargassed in 1986," I laughed with Anne. "It's good that you've come here now
to laugh and dance."
The wedding was a miraculous reunion of sorts, relationships that had not
only endured but grown stronger through all the tyranny of Martial Law. My
father's lawyers came, as did many former political prisoners. There was a stir
when Dr. Niazi arrived at 70 Clifton. Even though my father's dentist still faced
serious charges in Islamabad, he had returned for my wedding after six lonely
years in exile. He was safe enough in Karachi, but no one knew what he would
face when he returned to Islamabad to try to resume his dental practice. Through
it all moved my mother, anxiously checking on the details like any mother of a
bride. She had not been in Pakistan since her medical release in 1982 and, not
surprisingly, was having difficulty sleeping.
While friends and family were gathering inside 70 Clifton, thousands were
pressing toward Lyari in the center of Karachi. We were going to have two
receptions after the wedding ceremony, one in the presence of family and
friends, the other, a few hours later, among the people in the poorest section of
Karachi and a stronghold of the PPP. We had sent fifteen thousand invitations to
party supporters who had been imprisoned during the years of Martial Law and to
the families of the martyrs for the Awami or "people's" reception. The Awami
reception was to be held at Kakri Ground, the large sports field in Lyari where my
father had been the first politician to speak to and for the underprivileged and
where six people had been killed and others beaten and teargassed by the police
in the August 14, 1986, demonstrations. Sections of Kakri Ground were also set
aside for the public to join in the celebration.
The night before the henna ceremony I slipped off to Lyari wearing a
burqa to check on the preparations. Members of the Maritime Union and
members of other unions were putting the finishing touches on the fifty by forty
foot main stage at Kakri Ground, solidly constructed out of wood and eighty tons
of steel. Emergency generators were in place to light the grounds if the regime
decided to cut off electricity, as were twenty big-screen television sets placed
around the grounds to show the proceedings over closed circuit. Bowers of jasmine, marigolds, and roses were being put up around the seating areas on
either side of the carpeted stage for our two families and chairs were placed in
between for Asif and me.
Hundreds of strings of lights, red and green in the PPP colors, and white,
hung the length of the two-story buildings surrounding the grounds, and
spotlights shone on a huge painting of my father putting his hand on my head in
blessing. We were expecting one hundred thousand people to come to Kakri
Ground for the people's reception. At least ten thousand were already camped
there, some having walked or bicycled from interior Sindh. As my brothers and
sisters, they felt they didn't need invitations. They had come to a family wedding.
The sound of drums and wooden sticks. Women singing. Ululations of
greeting from my relatives. The groom's procession arrived at 70 Clifton on
December 17th for the mehndi, Asif's relatives bearing a platter of henna carved
in the shape of a peacock, complete with real tail feathers. My female relatives
placed garlands of roses around the necks of the Zardari entourage as they
moved into the garden. Asif was in the middle of the procession, his sisters
holding a shawl over his head. I was relieved that he had arrived on foot. He had
threatened to ride in on his polo pony.
We sat together on a bench with a mirrored back and inlaid with mother of
pearl at the top of the steps to 71 Clifton. I looked out through my veil at my
family and friends clustered below me on the side of the carpeted steps, Asif's
family contingent on the other. I doubt anyone had heard the likes of the lyrics
from my side as the singing began. Asif must look after the children while I am
out campaigning and not prevent me from going to jail, Yasmin, Sanam, and
Laleh, and other friends sang. "You must agree that Benazir will serve the
nation," they warbled in Urdu, then responded for Asif: "That is all right with me,
for I will serve the nation by serving my wife."
The guests, two hundred close friends, clapped and talked under the
colorful tent set up in the garden before moving on to the buffet tables. I saw
tears on my mother's face. I didn't know whether they were tears of happiness or
frustration over the number of foreign photographers who had somehow gotten
past security and were crowding around Asif and me. The mehndi was supposed
to be a family affair, but the press billing of the two-day celebration as the
wedding of the century on the subcontinent had brought press from the Arab
states, Germany, France, India, the United States, and England as well as the
wire services and, of course, members of the local press.
"Don't walk so fast. You're not late for a public meeting," Sunny whispered
to me through the pink veil covering my face as she and Mummy led me to the
wedding stage in the garden.
"Brides walk sedately," echoed Auntie Behjat as she held the Holy Quran
over my head and tried to keep up.
I tried to look demurely down at the ground as I took my place on the
wedding dais. My cousin Shad came up, smiling.
"What's taking the men so long?" I asked, wondering what was happening
on Asif's side, where the maulvi from our family mosque was reading the
marriage vows.
"Manzoor ah-hay? Do you accept?" Shad asked me in Sindhi. I thought he
was jokingly asking me if I was ready.
"Ah-hay," I replied. "Yes. But where are they?" He only smiled and asked
me the question twice more. "Ah-hay. Ah-hay," I repeated. Before I realized it, I
had consented to the three questions of the male witness, and was a married
woman.
Seven items beginning with the letter "s" surrounded me, as well as plates
of sweetmeats, nuts dipped in silver and gold, silver candles in silver candelabra.
Thousands of white lights spangled the garden, the light dancing off the silver
tinsel encrusting the dais. My female relatives held a green-and-gold diaphanous
shawl over my head when Asif joined me. Together, we looked into the mirror
placed in front of us, seeing each other as partners for the first time. Ululations
filled the air as my mother and aunts ground sugar cones over our heads so our
lives together would be sweet, then knocked our heads together to signify our
union.
Karachi went wild with celebration last night. Thousands pressed together
outside 70 Clifton for a glimpse of Asif and me when we moved to Clifton
Gardens for the private reception just a block away. PPP volunteer guards had to
struggle to keep a path open for our guests, who walked the few hundred yards
from 70 Clifton. When we left for the Awami reception in Lyari an hour later, the
streets on the way were just as crowded with well-wishers, jeeps blasting the
wedding songs which had popped up all over Pakistan to commemorate our
marriage. There were strings of PPP lights everywhere, festooning the center of
the roundabout where so many had been teargassed the year before, draped
from buildings along the route.
The crowds at Kakri Ground swelled to over two hundred thousand,
spilling into the streets. This was Asif's first taste of the love and support of the
masses for the PPP and he looked worried as the security guards urged the
crowds to open a passageway for the Pajero. There wasn't an inch of space on
the sports field, or room for one other person on the balconies of the buildings that rimmed the field. For days women members of the PPP had been wrapping
wedding sweets into PPP colored boxes to distribute among the crowd at Lyari.
Forty thousand were gone in an hour.
Jiye Bhutto! Jiye Bhutto! Folk music floated out over the crowd. People
danced, cheered. Miniature hot air balloons were released, trailing streamers of
fire. A display of fireworks sent rockets soaring into the night air, while fountains
of silver and gold erupted on the ground. I waved to the crowd. They waved
back. It made no difference to their hopes and dreams whether I was married or
single.
"Today, on an occasion so personal and solemn for me, I want to reaffirm
my public pledge to the people of Pakistan, and restate my most solemn vow to
devote my life toward the welfare of each citizen and the freedom of this great
nation of ours from dictatorship," I'd written in a statement released the morning
of my wedding. "I will not hesitate to make any sacrifice, be it large or small, as in the past. I will work shoulder to shoulder with my brothers and sisters—the
people of Pakistan—to create an egalitarian society that is free from tyranny,
from corruption, and from violent tensions. This was my goal yesterday, this is
the dream I share with you, and this will remain our unwavering commitment
forever."

It was a vindictive December – By Saria Benazir

2010-12-16T06:52:00.000-08:00

The month of December initiates,
And fetches with,
A saga of struggle,
Of inimitable dedication to the land,
Of consummate binder to the earth,
Of a gallantry, as “Benazir” as she was,
A throbbing keepsake of a “Benazir” leader,
Who returned to her land with a “Benazir” hallucination,
With a “Benazir” concern for the underprivileged,
With a “Benazir” mettle & Person,
For she is the “Benazir” of Pakistan,
A “Benazir” Daughter,
A “Benazir” Sister,
A “Benazir” wife,
A “Benazir” mother…..

December! Ah! Appalling December,
It begins with the cries of disheartened,
And the rumbles of the scavengers,
It begins with the anecdote of vampires,
Eager to suck the blood of a great bequest,
Intending to shield the land from the rule of autocrats,
And bring a rule of egalitarianism,
Placing an ending to all the divergences,
And bringing the populations together,
Setting away all the chauvinisms,
And raising one influence,
A Voice, aimed to culminate paucity,
End redundancy and ailments,
To sanction the commons,
To value the girl child,
And to protect humanity,
To give rights to the minorities,
To bring the imperative of the people of Pakistan…….

The red, green and black crest of democracy,
An icon of concord and brotherhood,
For I could hear the throngs chanting,
Benazir – Saray Sobo Ki Zanjeer,
(Benazir- The icon of unison of the Provinces)
I could catch the smirk of same remarks,
Live Live Bhutto…
With every beam of the sun,
Could listen to the same words,
Resting near a bird’s nest,
Or looking at the beckons of the sea,
Where every being cried out,
Benazir will bring a revolution,
A revolution….
That stipulated a long whip,
A colossal amount of blood….

But the initiatives weren’t that feeble,
The daring wasn’t in need of shoulders,
For the heritage was never to closing stages,
My impervious leader stepped ahead to save her motherland,
A land, for which his father had given his life,
Her young brothers were murdered,
And mother – a dupe to the lashes at the hands of a totalitarian,
It was the Benazir of the Sub- Continent,
Too gutsy to meet every challenge,
Responsive of all the perils,
For she belonged to the family of martyrs…

The month of December comes as a prompt,
Of the Daughter of Destiny’s blood,
It brings instants with it to assure,
We’ve to struggle to materialize her apparition,
And never let her blood fritter away….

It was a pitiless December indeed,
We lost our pride, our pearl,
Our splendor, our anticipation…….
The Only Hope “Benazir”….

Live Bhutto-ism!

Regards,
Saria Benazir.

For Benazir has come to exist forever………. – By Saria Benazir.

2010-12-13T07:33:00.002-08:00

Quiescent at times,
Do you never panic,
After committing a great bloodbath,
After coloring your hands,
With the blood of my dearest leader,
Can you stare at that scarlet,
So plucky enough are you,
Or are diminutive of a heart in the breast,
Or even if own it, it’s not of a human,
But of a wolf,
For your eyes still remain desiccated,
Do you never even whimper,
For all you did undertake,
For you’re left with no leniency,
For you’re those cold souls,
Who know neither triumph, nor rout,
Who cannot take notice of the millions, sniveling,
Weeping for their beloved one,
Whom you snatched from the world, so viciously,
But I’m still persuaded,
You aren’t at ease till the day,
You still have the same fright,
For what’s a greater peril to you,
Than the name “BHUTTO”…
The legend, unmovable,
The destiny, which isn’t prone to any change,
For to this day too,
My leader rules every heart…..

Though, you can not watch her,
But she’s visible to every adherent of democracy,
Her say can be heard for justice,
And for the veracity of her state,
For the wellbeing of her people,
She’s an crest of people’s power,
For her name can be heard in the songs of nightingales,
And every gesticulate of the ocean,
For she can be felt all around,
For she lives in the continuation of millions,
Benazir’s still,
The exquisiteness of Larkana,
The princess of the Mehran Valley,
The daughter of destiny,
And the title holder of democracy,
And without suspicion, no one,
Not even a single in the world can replace her…
For her life and death,
Both were inimitable,
Her words and character,
Her gallantry and fortitude,
Every facet of her verve was Benazir,
The unforgettable name “Benazir”,
A name “Benazir”,
Written in the golden books…..

To this day as well,
She’s my conviction,
Her words, echoing as a brainwave for today’s world,
“Democracy is the greatest vengeance”,
Her life’s a hope of brightness,
After decades of gloom,
For she’s that luminary,
Who’d continue to guide all, ambushed in the dusk of unawareness,
For her thrash would remain a symbol,
Of bravery, & classlessness,
Her legacy, Her apparition,
Her Struggle & Her destination,
Is the purpose of millions of her followers,
For Benazir has come to exist forever!!

Forever Endure Bhutto-ism!

Regards,
Saria Benazir.

The Reason of My Creation…. _ By Saria Benazir

2010-12-02T06:14:00.000-08:00

When I was born,
When I treaded on Earth,
I heard someone murmuring in my ears,
Concentrating upon the say,
That appeared to be of a seraph,
I comprehended he’s bringing to me,
The note of a reason,
For what I was born,
For which I’ve to spend my life,
Resist & brawl,
And give my existence……

Someone was still watching me,
Still Staring at me,
Then the one handed me,
A book named “The Daughter Of Destiny”,
I deliberated over this act of the divine creature,
I made up my mind & construed well,
For this is for what My Lord might have formed me…

I started reading the book,
Suddenly, the ogles were filled with tears,
The empathy ricocheted with trepidation,
The voice stopped in the larynx,
And the sentiments ceased,
I then started thinking,
Seeing the angel sparkling,
The word, I could stress on,
Was egalitarianism…
Democracy & struggling for it,
Endeavor with might & Main for bringing this rule,
Never to stop your exertions for the country’s wellbeing,
I thought, thereby this day,
I’ve been sent down for some cause...

I’ve a bequest,
A Philosophy,
For acting in view of that,
I’ve to struggle,
Though, I’d recognized that the lane,
Chosen by me was not that unsophisticated,
Not a portion of cake,
But instead, a long, spiky way,
Where one had to walk,
With the fright of getting wounded,
Or falling a quarry to wild animals,
But Despite that,
The archangel did tell me,
That’s what your fate…is

I see my existence,
Filled with obstacles,
Amidst lots of Vampires,
Parched enough for blood,
The blood of the adherent of a great legacy…
Well, I did make up my mind,
I would assemble under the same ensign,
The same scarlet, emerald and black emblem,
I’ve to darken its ruby scrap,
Adding in it, more blood,
Darken the black one,
Providing my people evenhandedness,
And darken the green strip,
By making my country stronger,
And more affluent….

I thereby, saw the angel contented,
For I’d realized the principle of my creation…

Forever Endure the Bhutto Heritage!

Regards,
Saria Benazir.

EVEN AFTER MY ASSASSINATION – By Saria Benazir

2010-12-01T07:56:00.000-08:00

Reality can never be shorn of,
Well, nor can you impede,
The ascend of the sun,
Or cease people from its scrutiny,
Nor can you transform,
Whatever is the actuality,
The furthermost of which is,
I won’t pass away,
“If I am Assassinated”….

Life doth not connote,
To live it, merely,
I seek of sustenance,
Or beseeching others for sanctuary,
The charge of which may be,
A murder for a “noble cause”,
For in their lingo,
Graciousness carries an opposed meaning,
For their better undertakings of living are,
To wipe off the people’s power,
From the very visage of the earth…
Hell! Is that branded as “LIFE”,
Better, if you’re buried alive…

Life – A laudable life,
Spending it for an immense reason,
And living it in a manner,
The world recognizes your individuality,
And yearns for you,
For you’re given reverence,
By friends & aliens alike,
And you become their voice,
And a shoulder to cry on,
You’re remembered with that veneration,
And given that much esteem,
That gives you a life,
“EVEN AFTER ASSASSINATION”
And that life’s an eternal one….

You used bullets,
But never won the war of BALLETS,
Despite hanging me,
Taking me afar the human hallucination,
You couldn’t eliminate me from conception…
You couldn’t confiscate the word “BHUTTO” from history,
Or couldn’t expunge the slogan “JEAY BHUTTO” from democracy,
You botched to remove it from the movements,
Which holds its core amongst the people,
Or from wars against corruption & tyranny,
I still am the throb of every empathy,
“EVEN AFTER I AM ASSASSINATED….

You couldn’t veil my accomplishments,
Or my struggle,
Or my attachment with the commons,
“EVEN AFTER I AM ASSASSINATED”

Summing the long relation in a few words,
You couldn’t hide my blood,
“EVEN AFTER MY ASSASSINATION”…

Regards,
Saria Benazir.

WE DID NOT COME THIS FAR TO FAIL – By Saria Benazir.

2010-11-30T07:11:00.000-08:00

Those were the incredible instants of the history of Pakistan – At a caucus, held on December 30, 1967, Pakistan Peoples’ Party was founded in Lahore and the “enigmatic” Leader of the People, familiarly “Quaid-e-Awam” Shaheed Zulfiqar Ali Bhutto was unanimously elected as the Chairman of the party. The Party Creed was proclaimed as:-
1. Islam is our religion.
2. Democracy is our policy.
3. Socialism is our economy.
4. All Power To the people.
This merge of Islam and Socialism maneuvered a course away from Secular Dogmatic Marxism and came to be known as Islamic Socialism.

Though, the endeavor of establishing Pakistan was to create a state, where the people had the right to lead their lives according to their preference – where there was no partiality on the basis of faith, race or color – Where people had the right to opt for their delegates & the very rationale of army was to shield the borders, than to preside over the state. It is something of a grave distress that none of the aims was accomplished– The authority passed on to different hands, but all of them were from the “Elite” class. The voice of the commons was censored whether it was a civilian Government or a Martial Law One. There was alteration in the names of the rulers, but not even the least divergence in their conducts. Most of the population lived below the line of scarcity, greater part of the man power, not conversant and unemployed and the peasants and labors, dispossessed of their privileges _ where uttering a word against the master was an Unforgivable Crime – For there was mere power hunger, but no intentions to work for the poor population – the rulers of time, who considered themselves to be the GODS – for they considered themselves powerful enough to snatch someone’s life or property – What a greater curse!!! Where the women were treated as articles of trade and given no opportunity to work for their country’s betterment.

Ever since foundation, Pakistan Peoples Party intended to hand over supremacy to the commons and to give them a fair say in how they were being ruled – unlike other groups, which could never pierce the masses. Pakistan Peoples Party won the support of the poor people of Pakistan, - the purpose of it to provide “BREAD, CLOTHING & SHELTER” to the people of Pakistan. Though, these are the indispensable prerequisites of life, but so many in our country do not get snacks even to endure, have no means to swathe them up or find a situate to live on.
In the wake of the fall of Dacca, Yahya Khan handed over power to Zulfiqar Ali Bhutto as President on 20th December 1971.
“We have to gather pieces – very small pieces & make a new Pakistan- A prosperous Pakistan”.
The First Government of Quaid-e-Awam Zulfiqar Ali Bhutto introduced the Constitution of 1973, which was passed unanimously _ the lasting heritage of the Pakistan Peoples Party to Pakistan.
The first Bhutto administration was an Age of Reform and re-enactment. Bhutto established Pakistan's first Steel Mill, a second Port, commissioned Pakistan's first hydro electric dam on the mighty Indus at Tarbela, and made Pakistan self sufficient in fertilizer, sugar, and cement. He nationalized the Banks and Life Insurance Companies. He also commenced Pakistan's Nuclear Programme. The economical policies of Bhutto were anti-imperialist and base on state socialism following the stack of other Third World leaders such as Gamal Abdel Nasser of Egypt, Ahmad Soekarno of Indonesia, and his own contemporary Salvador Allende of Chile who was elected, over thrown and assassinated during the same period. The Cold War was its most frosty during this epoch. The Neo-Colonialists made a terrible example of Bhutto for his anti-Imperialistic stance, his efforts to unite the World of Islam, and his demarche towards bringing the Third World on one Platform apart from the Nuclear Issue.

5th July , 1977_ The sinister day in the history of Pakistan _ When the Government of the founder Chairman of Pakistan Peoples Party Quaid e Awam Shaheed Zulfiqar Ali Bhutto was eliminated by the then tyrant Zia ul Haq, and thereby, Pakistan , under the longest era of Martial Law ever since its underpinning. Moments were too awful _ Murky nights _ Gosh! The end of a democratic Government, followed by the judicial murder of ZA Bhutto on April 4, 1979 and those three months of elections _ that day never arrived!
The whiplash of the Martial Law fell heavily on the Pakistan Peoples Party from July 5, 1977 when Zia declared Martial Law until December 1985, when Martial Law was lifted. Thousands of the cadre of the Pakistan Peoples Party were incarcerated, hundreds whisked .Others were killed or forced into exile. That was the nerve of Pakistan Peoples Party & only Pakistan Peoples Party, which faced all these obstacles and murders with patience and sagacity, for we deem, neither in prisons, nor in bullets, but DEMOCRACY is our vengeance and that is a fact that the forces of democracy & justice triumph.

Shaheed Mohtarmah Benazir Bhutto then started to work for the rehabilitation of the party, following in the footsteps of her father for the Restoration of Democracy. Though, the dictator of the time was as unswerving to stay in power, but doom twisted to be absolutely diverse from his yearnings and the atrocious rule of Zia came to an end on 17th August, 1988 when the C-130, carrying him crashed in a ball of fire and Zia went from vestiges to vestiges and his system from grime to grime. The destiny took payback of the murders and brutalities he’d committed on the workers of PPP, for the vindictive always comes to conclusion, but leaving behind his calamitous acts and thankfulness of masses to God to swab him from the globe.

Benazir Bhutto rode the apex of the brandish to conquest to become the first Muslim Prime Minister and the youngest women Prime Minister in history at the age of 35. The Government she led immediately marked on an ambitious program of political liberalization, an end to press censorship, legalization of trade unions, and a commitment to the long, neglected social structure with an emphasis on education, health delivery, women’s rights and macroeconomic reforms. Intensely concerned about the problem of child labor in certain areas of our economy, the Government cracked down on child labor and determined to out an end to the dreadful statistics of polio, launched an anti-polio campaign in Pakistan. Throughout her career, she attempted to combine the best of many cultures, the richness of disparate experiences, to build for the people, the ability to compete and thrive in the challenging new technological era. For in the lexis of Mohtarmah Shaheed Benazir Bhutto, she was guided by the philosophy and words of an American President Abraham Lincoln, who said the following words, 100 years before she was born :- “The legitimate object of a government, is to do for a community of people, whatever they need to have done, but cannot do , at all or cannot do so well, for themselves – in their separate and individual capacities.
In all that people can do for themselves, the Government ought not interfere”.

Unfortunately, the camouflage of corruption was always used to put an ending to the elected Government of the people, which has always been the most familiar assertion used to put an end to democratic Governments in Pakistan & in South Asia. But not even one case of sleaze, against her & her family could be proved. The goal of the regime was quite obvious – to establish a one-party dictatorship in Pakistan. According to Mohtarmah Benazir Bhutto
“If the goals of those in power, those who supported military dictatorship in the past, is to keep my party out of politics, to keep us from speaking out on issues, that we care strongly about, no amount of intimidation or coercion can shake our commitment to democracy and to our country.
My husband shares my decision.
For those of us, who fought and died for democracy and freedom in Pakistan, the return of a fascist, one-man dictatorship is painful beyond comprehension”.

Though, the ground realities were too vindictive, but Benazir Bhutto returned to her state with a BENAZIR nerve, audacity, that was nowhere else to be found! Copious chanting out for Benazir & of course, the world can never close eyes to the martyrs of Karsaz, who gave up their own lives to shield their leader & so many, who became crippled. Yet, history has never witnessed a day like October 18 _ Knowing all the menaces & BB who returned, when the Damocles’ sword was still hanging on her head! That was a day of carnival _ A day, when the soil of Pakistan gained its life, as BB’s feet touched it! In fact, a day like that can never be elapsed & history’s for sure, going to engrave it in Golden books!! She sustained her thrash about for democracy in Pakistan and lasted with giving her blood to make the hallucination of her father veracity…

With directs, hard-hitting as ever, the Pakistan Peoples Party started its expedition to the manifestation of their leaders’ delusions, under the alluring leadership of the Man of Courage President Asif Ali Zardari & Bilawal Bhutto Zardari. Certainly, we’d be successful to make a Pakistan of our beloved leader’s apparition!

To This day, I hear the adversaries of PPP, questioning “Will the PPP endure”? A single statement is enough, if can be understood:-

A move, my party and I are resisting vigorously,
We did not come this far to be silent,
We did not come this far to fail.

Long Live Pakistan People’ Party.
You can never Execute A Vision.

Regards,
Saria Benazir.

Zalim Dil Par Teer – Benazir - By Saria Benazir

2010-11-29T06:25:00.000-08:00

What are you fleeting look for today,
What are you sensing,
Or might be undergoing,
Pity on your deeds,
Ah! They carry huge shame for you,
In spite of using guns,
And blasting bombs,
Making her indiscernible to eyes,
You could not….
You could not murder her,
The verity, you’d require to realize is,
“Zalim Dil Par Teer – Benazir”…

Whatever was your objective,
You failed to accomplish,
Whatever was the veracity,
You failed to rebuff,
Whatever was the upshot,
You failed to snub,
Whatever was your destination,
You failed …….
You failed to reach,
The verity, you’d require to realize is,
“Zalim Dil Par Teer, Benazir”…

Your aspires would turn down,
You already knew so,
Your efforts would bear no fruit,
You knew so,
For in your decree was written so,
To have the color of a Bhutto’s blood on your hands,
The Blood, Which Gives a Bhutto an eternal life,
And conceal his murderers under tonnes of sludge,
Even if ……
Even if alive,
The fact, you’d require to realize is,
“Zalim Dil Par Teer , Benazir”….

You did want to whittle history,
Record it on dissertations,
Removing the name of “Bhutto”,
But how sorry!
Acrimoniously Sorry to pen,
History threw your own narrations of your face,
The verity, you’d require to realize is,
“Zalim Dil Par Teer, Benazir”…

As it doth not need paper to trace on,
But it inscribes itself,
Never overlooks its valiant heroes,
Or let them die,
But instead, makes you die with aggravation,
To see a Bhutto alive,
All the time,
The verity, you’d require to realize is,
“Zalim Dil Par Teer, Benazir”….

Despite using armaments,
You could not impede people,
Coming out on roads to gripe,
Even though, you tried all your finest,
The verity, you’d require to realize is,
“Zalim Dil Par Teer, Benazir”…..

Well, walking with smugness,
As the Mayors of the Country,
You could not stop people,
From raising this voice,
Jeay Bhutto!
The verity, you’d require to realize is,
“Zalim Dil Par Teer, Benazir”…

By the way,
You may have heard the catchphrase,
“Pakistan Khappay”,
You may also have heard someone speaking,
“My mother always used to say,
Democracy is the greatest Revenge”,
Staggered enough to know,
How your ears had the capacity,
Despite hating to hear so,
It rang in your ears,
But you’d no clout to shun it,
You could not….
And you can never do…..
Ah! A Big Defeat!
Of course, You Met a reprehensible defeat…

The verity, you’d require to realize is,
“Zalim Dil Par Teer – Benazir”….
Regards,
Saria Benazir.

The Daring Daughter Of Destiny….. – By Saria Benazir

2010-11-27T09:19:00.000-08:00

Ah! A prodigy,
She made history,
I study her name in golden books,
Printed as the Daughter of Destiny,
Yes! She’s The Champion of Democracy,
There’s no exemplar to her gallantry,
For she gave her blood for her land, so valiantly,
Ah! The Daring Daughter Of Destiny…..

Trying to highlight her struggle,
I move on to pen her life,
But then view her incredible greatness,
And then her meekness,
Her demeanor with the commons,
And her thrash against panic,
Her services for the People,
For her country,
To bring in it democracy,
And put an end to the rule of tyranny,
To bring about the rule of justice,
Of parity for all,
To make this land, that section of world,
Where the world can find harmony,
Can see the doves in the air,
Rather than war aircrafts,
Where the youth is handed books,
And given pens to write,
Instead of bullets,
And guns to slay their fellow men….

Then, I hold on giving a depiction to it,
But all of my effort goes futile,
For I stumble on, no word in evaluation to it…

I watch Benazir speaking for the rights of women,
To make this land, that portion of world,
Where women are given obsequiousness,
Where the girl child is valued,
Where the females are educated,
Where they’ve no fear of “Black Laws”,
Where they can stand up for getting righteousness,
Where there is no gender bigotry,
Where they’re not treated as chattel,
Her dream of a Pakistan,
Where women are bold enough to make choices,
And work for the wellbeing of their state…

I watch her, moving with her aspirations,
And just because of her endeavors to hand over power to the people,
I see her existence,
Packed with hardships,
Occupied with concern,
And Thereby, I view her valor,
Her audacity,
The resilience, with which she faced all obstructions,
Carrying heavy saddles of responsibilities,
And focusing on each of them faultlessly,
I then desire to portray her,
But defining her takes me to a world of “Impossible”…
For I’m too short of words…….

When I watch her,
Returning to her motherland,
The dust of her ancestors,
To vary its malicious system,
And get its natives, free from the vicious rule of totalitarians,
That land,
Which is quite bleak,
Where lies an eccentric fiction,
That it needs not water,
For its flowers to bloom,
Rather, it requires blood….

My leader,
Who even if away from it,
Had her compassion and essence in this soil,
Felt the quandary of its dejected ones,
And wanted to perk up its conditions,
Lighten every house,
With the glow of education,
And bring up the future scientists from this state,
To employ the youth,
And make Bread, Clothing & shelter available to all,
To do politics, not as a business,
But as a means to aid the disheartened ones…
She came with an ever enduring belief,
She strived with an eternal struggle,
And finally, gave her blood,
Got a long-lasting life,
Left deep-seated marks in the annals of history,
For democracy requires the support of her name,
For Pakistan requires its distinctiveness,
Which was granted to it by Benazir….
Aah… My Mentor Benazir…..

Then I crave to describe her,
For the reason,
I go through all the books,
Numerous vocabularies,
And end of tearing all dictionaries,
As are of no use,
For they consist of no words,
To describe her…

Regards,
Saria Benazir.

The Hand That Rocks the Cradle Rules the World. – By Saria Benazir

2010-11-25T05:05:00.001-08:00

(An article in the perspective of International Day for the Elimination of Violence against women)

According to the father of Political Science, Aristotle, A state is a “Union of families and villages”. A woman is the architect of a society & her task in the subsistence of families – as a sister, a daughter, a wife and most momentous of all, as a mother can never be dilapidated. Raising up the children in a better manner & making them useful citizens of a country is one of her leading responsibilities and certainly, the phenomenon is not uncomplicated enough to comprehend, so as to inscribe. This day, women form half of the mankind, but still, sadism against women continues in different ways. – It continues through honour killings and genital mutilation as well as domestic violence & sexual assault.
Islam forbids injustice – Injustice against women, against people & against nations. Muslim women have a special responsibility to distinguish between Islamic teachings and social taboos, spun by the traditions of patriarchal society. Moreover, this is an inkling that Muslim women are shorn of rights – That really is wrong. The girl child’s vulnerability subsists – not because of religion, but because of social prejudice. The rights, Islam gave to women have too often been denied and that is a fact that women are denied rights, all over the world, whether it’s a developing country or a developed one.

Islam treats women as beings in their own right, not as a chattel. A woman has the right to take over, divorce, receive alimony and child custody. The Prophet (PBUH) placed an end to the practice of female infanticide in pre-Islamic Arabia. The practice of killing the girl child has been denounced in the Holy Quran as:-
When news is brought to one of them, of the birth of a female child, his face darkens & he’s filled with inward grief, what shame does he hide himself from his people, because of the bad news, he had.
Shall he retain it on sufferance and contempt, or bury it in the dust.
Ah! What an evil choice, they decide on!
The words still sound true & how many women still grow up with emotional scars and burdens, due to being “Retained” in their families on “Sufferance & Contempt”.

Women have been victims of a culture of exclusion, poverty, deprivation and discrimination. In Pakistan too, even after 60 years of self-determination, brutality against women prolongs _ probably, supported by the dictators, who neither apprehend the peoples’ power or the rights, this religion has granted to women. Pakistani women suffered miserably, under the name of the “religious laws” introduced by Zia ul Haq, considering the real place of women to live behind the walls of their houses! Women, who were viciously trampled with lashes in the courts, characterized the General’s Islamization, for in his words, "Men are in charge of women because Allah has made one superior to the other... good women are obedient." What the pre-eminence, when God handed over his own unique attribute of creation (giving birth) to a woman, not a man. Did he- the so- religious scholar disregard that in the world hereafter, a person won’t be called by his father’s name, but by his mother’s name. Women need to be given options to toil for the wellbeing of the civilization. The detractors need to remain alive to the fact that the first convert to Islam was a WORKING WOMAN – Hazrat Khadija.

As history turns its chapter, we see women, working in every field – Today; women have earned names as pilots, professors, scientists, journalists and politicians! The greatest example’s found in our own motherland _ Mohtarmah Benazir Bhutto, twice elected as the Prime Minister of Pakistan – The first ever Muslim Woman to hold this position & today, we see Pakistan Peoples Party, electing the first ever Muslim woman, as the speaker of Parliament, Dr. Fehmeeda Mirza. We need to put an end to this prejudice & Shaheed Benazir Bhutto deserves special credit for the Empowerment of women in Pakistan. As the Prime Minister of Pakistan, she took numerous steps to facilitate women folk to compete with men, creating Women Bank, guaranteeing small business loans to women entrepreneurs and appointing women as judges in the higher judiciary of the country. She used her office to quash centuries of discrimination against women. The Government, she led instituted a program of hiring women police officers to investigate crimes of domestic violence against the women of Pakistan and condemned those, who’d been raped. Her Government lifted the ban on women taking part in sporting events. One hundred thousand women were trained to reduce Pakistan’s population on growth levels and its newborn mortality levels. – For if the girl child is to be valued, if the wife is to say No to domestic violence, then we owe a particular commitment to creating jobs for women.

The century of ours needs to realize the very importance of women as the building blocks of a nation and to terminate the astringent credence in our societies, which regards bearing children to be the sheer rationale of her life. In the words of Martin Luther King,” A mother's place is inside her home, but she should also make certain, she gets outside that home enough to help worth while crusades and actively mould the country her children will live in. She therefore holds a key position and her role in shaping the fate of the nation must be recognized and respected.” Moreover, we do necessitate recognizing the verity :- “The hand that rocks the cradle is the hand, that rules the world”.

Though, confrontation comes from many sectors, but we must be unwavering enough to eliminating every kind of bigotry against women and in moving forward to fulfilling our dream of a Pakistan, where women contribute to their full potential.

Regards,
Saria Benazir.

I gesture your Struggle……… - By Saria Benazir.

2010-11-24T05:34:00.000-08:00

In a state,
Where democracy did scarcely live,
A love for emancipation,
But No esteem for it,
Never a consideration to its significance,
Where the deprived were treated,
As articles of trade,
Where a Layman possessed no civil liberties,
Not an even a say in the way,
He was being led,
Not even enough influence,
To converse for what was going on,
His tone stopped in his larynx….
For he was ineffective enough,
To utter a word against the LEADING ones!

It was a state,
Where politics subsisted,
Not in the cottages of the commons,
But its set in the country was,
The lodgings of the Landlords,
Where they had been no manifesto,
But of course, the purposes were well known,
To dominate the weaker ones,
To fill up own treasuries,
Grab the only light,
The light of education from the kids of deprived,
Moreover, that was given the name,
Called “politics” in their idioms,
POLITICS- Without the factual essence of it,
Politicians, who hardly knew the meaning of “Politics”…..

History then changed its segment,
In the same Land,
Was born a hope,
A person, far better than his precursors,
In every facet,
Who couldn’t bear his people’s turbulence,
And tried his best,
To bring about democracy,
To give a voice to the poor & depressed,
To sustain the impoverished,
To lighten the lives of others,
With the ever lasting radiance of education,
To put an end to despotism,
And eradicate scarcity & unemployment,
Illiteracy & wars,
At last, in the same resist,
He gave up his life,
Though, a single – second’s contentment for the foes,
But no! He never died,
But got an endless life,
An existence, which was never to last…..

Z. A Bhutto – The Man of Courage,
I gesture your endeavors,
Jeay Bhutto!

There, eyes catch spectacle of a woman,
Who bore every adversity,
Every chastisement, afflicted on her,
Whatever the course of it may be,
The boldness was unparalleled,
For she lost her husband,
Her young sons,
And Later her beloved “Pinky” as well,
The Daring Woman of the Sub Continent,
The valor, she possessed was so atypical,
None else than the Iron Lady of Pakistan,

Nusrat Bhutto! – I gesture your sacrifices,
Jeay Bhutto.

The greatest exemplar of cheek,
Who else can symbolize,
Than the heroic Daughter of Destiny,
My beloved mentor Shaheed Mohtarmah Benazir Bhutto,
Carrying a heap of huge responsibilities,
The greatest one of materializing her father’s vision,
And to give up the absolute of what he expected from her,
“BENAZIR” in the narrations of Asian Continent,
The lady, who spent her entire life in struggle,
Struggle for egalitarianism & culminating terrorism,
Thrash about against totalitarianism,
Without any trepidation,

Benazir Bhutto _ I truly Gesture you!
Jeay Bhutto!

Seeing the most petrifying results,
Watching with her own eyes,
The judicial murder of father,
And the atrocious killing of brothers,
Malicious treatment of mother,
All at a side,
But she never gave up her struggle,
And finally,
Lasted with giving up her blood,
To strengthen the Peoples’ Power…..

Benazir Bhutto
I gesture you for all you did for the natives of Pakistan…..
JEAY BHUTTO!

Regards,
Saria Benazir.

Every plummet of my blood is dedicated to Pakistan Peoples’ Party!!_ By Saria Benazir

2010-10-18T23:19:00.000-07:00

18th October, 2007 _ A day, that revolutionized the subsists of millions _ The instants, when my dearly loved leader Shaheed Mohtarma Benazir Bhutto’s feet patted the dust of Pakistan _ her beloved birthplace, after eight years of exile _ the years loaded with anguish and stinging. These were the flashes, that altered my intact track of life and twisted the beckons of my vitality to what is now a mode, escorting towards a struggle to brace egalitarianism in my state_ To deliver Bread, Clothing & Shelter to my every fellow Pakistani, to provide them education and make a Pakistan_ A new Pakistan, free of hunger, paucity, illiteracy, tyranny and malady! The Day, I saw the gargantuan support for my beloved leader_ the scrutiny’s still as spanking new in my eyes, as it was on October 18, 2007 and the throbbing of losing her reaches its culmination, after appraisal of all, what was endeavored for this realm by the dear leader_ my ideal _ my fanaticism_ my mentor and here, empathy can’t impede me from allowing the entire world discern that my life is fanatical to Benazir and the effort_ The cause, for which she laid her life! It is a liaison, that won’t end, even with my essence, under tonnes of sludge.

When the world was still to be born
When Adam was still to receive his form
Then my relationship began

When I heard the Lord's voice
A voice sweet and clear
I said "yes" with all my heart
And formed a bond with the land I love
When all of us were one
My bond then began

An exile now by destiny
I am nearer home than my heart's beat
I wonder: when will I be free
To return to Larkana
From dust to dust
Loved ones return
To what they were
When will I walk home from Arab lands
To my own sweet Motherland.

Waiting for news in dreams and day
Waiting for messengers in dreams and day
When will the message come
Taking me from here to there
I want the answer to my heart
I want to pass God's test
O God, I await the messenger
Taking me to where I belong
Although the tyrants do not care
Strands of white my hair now shows
My face is gaunt with sadness
I to my people want to go
I came in the winter of repression
I pray to return in different times
Like the joy of a seasonal rain
The peoples support I will reclaim.

Almighty God,
Let Mother’s sickness not worsen in exile
Trapped in a mind wanting to forget
A heart weeping for young sons killed
O let Mother first her homeland see
O where is my husband gone?
His life's prime and his grace?
Prison Walls confine him
Court rooms frustrate him
Judges are frightened
Courage has fled
Salaries are more important
Than honor for which men gave lives

Pakistan, my health is worn
My joy is gone
And yet my heart is strong
For the fight
For our people lost rights

Each day I smile for the world,
For my children and my self
They ask: when can we return?
I speak of justice fled
From hearts of men
Into the breasts of beasts
I tell them
We will smile and we will eat
When freedom from chains is freed

I think of the poor people
A better fate they deserve
Than the military conqueror's boots
Yet the lust for land grows
Plazas and Plots for the elite lot
Government homes too
Not one but two

All on starving backs of people robbed
The sweet lands lie parched
For water people pray
The crops perish
The cattle die
The stoves grow cold
As labour is sent home
Fair Pakistan's face is blotted
Mug shots and finger prints are demanded
Worshippers live in fear and dread
Tenants are ejected
Soldiers in snows abandoned

The poets in the mountains and the deserts
Speak of another time
When the country and the individual had respect
Before the Benazir Government left
One pension is too little for some
One state, two jobs, two salaries and two pensions
For retired Khaki specials
Democracy is for those in Mufti
Dictatorship the dream of Generals in Khaki

The British left last century
Their space the Khaki filled
The Father died too quickly
In an ambulance in Karachi
One day the tyrants will depart
Public opinion will set us free
There will be dancing in the streets,
Music and song
Laughter will fill the air
As people rejoice in their destiny

Larkana, Loved-one, I remember
The sweet scent of roses
Of fresh rain on desert sand
Of trees washed by nature's hand
Away I live in a mansion grand
But I long to campaign
On long and rocky roads
In bumpy jeep rides
With flags and banners
With selfless zeal to change

The sad present
Into a smiling future
I want to breathe the breath
Of home,
a breath both fair and fine
My spirit is in one place
My body in another
My mind torn asunder

The Elections were so Unfair
Made of Broken Promises
Billions spent in marketing
A dictatorship as a democracy
That too unsuccessfully.
The European Union called Foul
So did the Office of the Commonwealth
Boxes were filled
Ballots torn
Peoples verdict shorn
By cowards masquerading as patriots
The presidential palace is ugly
In a land with widespread poverty
Parliament has yet to dress itself
With Constitutional power
The phoenix rises from the ashes
Peoples Power will be born again

Centres of learning
I will build for the children of the poor
Provide the aged and the young
Dignity, hope and security
We will raise buildings
Where there are deserts
And stop the weeping of the women of the land
Cry not
For change is in our hands
To reject wrong and embrace right
These days of despots will soon go
Just as other despots did
Memory forever recalls Quaid e Awam
The sword of truth
Who gave his life
So we could live
With legal rights and economic security
With knowledge and Opportunity
With representation and success
With peace and with progress
His name will forever shine
Who can forget him
That historical memory embraces
Forever in its folds.
He who wore threads of fine gold
Tore them for prison cells
He who slept in silken sheets and fed with silver spoons
Threw them aside for the darkness of the death cell
Defying death
The rulers offer comfort
In return they demand conscience
Don't offer comfort
To history's children
To the brave and the bold
The Kurds fought for decades
The Kashmiris do too
The Palestinians refused to surrender
In every continent
In every era
The brave and the bold
Carved history with their bare hands
One has might
The other right
One has the sword
The other the pen
Guns rust and fall apart
Ideas live forever
Tyrant: do not offer comfort
Comfort leaves me cold
Much dearer do I hold
Marvi's ancestral shawl
Symbol of our Treasure
From Marvi I learnt
From past mystic saints
From my dear brother Shah I learnt
That handsome youth who fought another tyrant

That
Were I to breathe my last, living
Away from the home I loved
My body won’t imprison me.
Shah returned home while his soul went free
No stranger to the soil
Embracing his body in death
Making it part of the legends of our land
When his last breath came
We carried him to the hidden coolness of the desert sand
Pride and sadness mixed in our hearts
Swaying emotions
Knowing that his life was given
For a clear cause of liberation
From a Dictator’s occupation
We buried him lovingly
In the land that was his
In a sea of people
That loved him
For his life
And for his death
Killed and yet the struggle lived

The cranes fly to their native hills
My heart longs to fly with them
Invisible chains
Hold me prisoner
The wounds of the past
Fester again
For my country and me
As I see people denied rights
Denied opportunities
Youth looking for hope
Democracy separated from the polity
Dictatorship cuts cruelly to the bone
Undermining the economy
Undermining the society
Introducing suicide
Economic suicide for those too poor to live
Political suicide for asymmetric warfare
Joy left when the stove turned cold
Joy fled when the church and hospital blew

Some sent messages
To forget about politics
To leave the people
To find happiness
They thought it foolish
That the weight of persecution
Could be borne
With a Mother ill
And children small
With the pain of exile
Of a husband separated by prison walls.
They thought it generous
To offer freedom for abandonment
The abandonment of a people, of a land
Of a struggle, of a dream
Of principles and of conscience
I thought it wrong

I know I will return
On a wave of peoples support
Led by the bravest Party of them all
A Party of martyrs
A Party of struggle
A Party that serves
A Party of the people
My enemies wish I never was born
For them it was a torture and a shame
That I became
The first woman leader of a Muslim State
Crumbling centuries of control
Triumphantly proclaiming
The equality of men and women
The pristine message of Islam
Hidden under prejudice and discrimination

Destiny's hand moves on
Writing its own tale
Of triumph and tragedies,
Of wars and peace,
Of bombs pulverizing houses
Above the stench of death
Life begins again
The tide of sorrow turns
The sea of happiness awaits
The patient pray and persevere
Loved ones parted meet
Prisoners are freed
Fresh ones take their places
Or flee
Destiny's moving finger writes on
Seasons change
Realities change
The rest is a test
Better a life of test
Than a worthless life of rest

The land reclaims its own
When the dead die
They live again
Becoming part of a land
Centuries old
Holding secrets
Of great civilizations
Of heroes and heroines of bygone times
Shaping history and heritage
Shaping culture
Shaping the future
Time begins
Time ends
We decide
What to do with time

Remember the poor and the wretched
Remember the desperate and the hopeful
Remember God's sacred trust
The children of the land
Do not let your conscience die
For Power and Pride
The scent of the homeland
Wafts through the ocean air
Through continents
Its insistent call
A reverberating sound
Through sunset and dawn
Calling
Through walls
Calling
Through mountains
Seeking to reclaim
Its own

To my dear ones I say
Worry not
Shed no tears
Bear no regrets
These days will pass
After night comes day
After sorrow comes joy

The daughters of the desert know
That Destiny
Cannot Chain
The dream of a people free
Of a youth redeemed
Of a land
Where the sweet scent of justice
Fills the air
Where human rights
And economic rights
Break the prisons of poverty
Break the dungeons of disease
The repression of retrenchment
The despair of downsizing
The evil of unemployment

Prisons hold
Those that defy dictators
Those that pay the price for freedom
Knowing the chains holding liberty will break
That the desert men
Will write of desert courage
Of integrity, loyalty and unity
Baptised in suffering
That a desert maid
Will return home
Hear the wind
It carries the message:
Of dictators that came and went
Of tyrants now particles in the sands of times
How many armies came and went
How much blood was shed

Conquests proclaimed
Kingdoms fell; Tyrants too
The desert sands speak
The desert winds whisper
Truth will triumph
The desert maid will return
Travellers travel bringing news
Of political developments,
I hear of miseries
Of families without income
Of fear of hunger
I hear
And my own suffering retreats

Days pass
Life passes
I am shackled
To the dream of democracy
Unhappy are the days
Far from Malir and Multan
Far from Mardan and Makran
My countrymen are far
No one can reproach them
For they stand strong
As the October elections showed

One day I will recall these days
And forget the pain
One day I will recall these days
When political storms roared
When thundering threats filled the air
One day I will recall these days
Knowing my commitment to my land
Was purified and sustained.
I think of those exiled
from their homelands
In Los Angeles, London, Dubai
Of the days they pass
Some in despair,
Some in frustration
Some with determination

The seasons change
My face with them
Theirs too
Will my fellow villagers recognise
A face
Reflecting the seasons of fate
Night falls
The world sleeps
Darkness fills the air
I raise both my hands
And ask my children
To raise their little hands
Marvi, of Maru and Malir,
In the mists of time
She raised her hands
While the world slept
To God
Full of hope
Praying to see her homeland
Marvi,
We raise our hands
As you raised yours
To God
In hope
For the homeland
I was born in
Buried my Father
Buried my brother
Married
Had my children
Served a Nation
Helped a people
Without telephone or electricity
Computers or emails
Polio drops or iodine
Enter the modern age
But the bullets were fired
Piercing my tall and handsome Brother
His precious blood on the pavement fell
Where once we walked
The angels came
And took him away
To my Father and my Brother
As the Martyrs watched
In July we met
His warm embrace I recall
In the chandeliered Prime Minister's Hall
His special goodbye as he left
His voice on the phone
When we talked
As family members do
The phone came
It spoke of bullets fired
Of Murtaza wounded
I took a plane
With Holy Book in Hand
To the Hospital where he lay
God, do not take
The brother that I love
It was too late
He was gone
Again I buried a brother

The killers buried the Government
Husband was imprisoned
Tiny children exiled
With ailing grandmother
Midnight raids and imprisonment
Torture and terror
Perjury and Perversion
Billions spent on false cases
On propaganda
Psy war and special operations
On a Mother
Courts cal liberated
With different orders
Caught flights daily
From one to the other
Lahore to Rawalpindi
Then to Karachi
The persecutors fell
In divine retribution
The military marched In

Hear the wind
It carries the sound
Of horses that galloped
Of caravans that came
Of tanks that rumbled
Of planes that flew
Before the torch of time
Was passed
As history's pendulum swung
The desert wind calls
Marvi calls
A timeless call
A call
The desert wind carries.
Children: Hear the desert wind
Hear it whisper
Have faith
We will win…

Though, it’s terrifically hard to mop off tears from my eyes after reading the chronicle of my infatuation, but of course, it has given me adequate boldness to move towards my purpose and that destination is the same, as was my dearest leader’s. Every plummet of my blood is dedicated to this Blood filled legacy!!! But I cannot stop thinking about October 18 _ one of the most momentous days of my being, which left an unending impact on every phase of my continuation!

Truly miss you BB~!
Long Live Benazir Bhutto!!!!!!!!

Regards,
Saria Benazir.

18th October, 2007 _ Benazir’s Homecoming with a Benazir Vision - By Saria Benazir.

2010-10-18T01:42:00.000-07:00

Times, going too swift _ roving all around & considering the golden sun glimmers of October 18, 2007 _ Ah! A scrutiny of the ambiance all about _ Either gazing at the sky, were those the crests of Himalayas or the gesticulates of the Arabian _ Were those wolfs in the woods or doves in the air _ Whether that was the soil or the firmament ¬_ All around was dispersed a Hope _ An expect which had likely died off, over a century _ Where the eyes caught spectacle of nothing, but red, green & black flags, casing the scope_ No words, but JEAY BHUTTO & WELCOME BENAZIR! _ O! Then unquestionably, one starts to muse about “Who Benazir?” The rejoinder comes “The same daughter of the East, who was banished, eight years ago” and then probably, the question “Why”? And the answer, I guess it’s what so likely fair in Pakistan’s politics only_ the only rationale following was that she spoke for classlessness, concerned, not for her own luxuries, but for the people of Pakistan! Exactly, she did not hold empathy, too callous enough to see millions starving or reaching the heavens, due to anguish and even greater excruciating is the fact that people who committed suicide, just because they had no means of survival. For these pitiable and distressed people, it was PPP which spoke of “BREAD, CLOTHING & SHELTER”, but who in the world can value that in Pakistan, and according to the commandments of the KING’S Parties, these things are just the chattels of the ruling class_ Not a layman, of course, from their point of view, he does not even acquire the right to take a gasp in the atmosphere of the state or moreover, he’s to reimburse the outlay of the sky as well. Situations like such prevail in the state & still, they speak of Change _ of a Revolution, superior to the FRENCH REVOLUTION, Oh God! It’s they, who address of ECONOMIC STABILITY in the country or they don’t have a little ignominy in uttering such a big lie in front of the world “Only 15% of the country’s total population is beneath the contour of poverty”, but start to knock every door _ The door of a layman’s house and then figure up the number of families, who daily take their meal twice…! You’d get to recognize the facts. Yeah! It is the same politicians, who speak of DEMOCRACY & tot up out the number of political prisoners in every jail of Pakistan! O! What a great democracy?? The leaders of the time, I mean the President or the Prime Minister mistook to declare PAKISTAN as the LARGEST DEMOCRATIC REPUBLIC of the world_ oh! Such a Republic, in which the opposition was never even authorized to sit in the Parliament! God!!! When I inscribe this too, the highlighter slithers out of hand & for a while, I think like “Can I _ Who hardly knows the meaning of starvation can subsist in such clauses?” “I _ who’s hardly or assembled out of the well furnished rooms can ever imagine of living in a prison”? That all pinches the peace of mind & thereby, such incidents, & the people conscientious for the crisis _ their shoe doesn’t even hassle _ God! Can a person be such a sick??? Or too arctic to feel anyone else’s pain??? At least, there are people like so in Pakistan’s politics!

No less than a grave was survival hard in Pakistan & in those instants, the homecoming of a trust _ A chronicle too long that if I’m going to start putting the details on a paper, it might take so long or absorb every breath of my life in it_ Still, it would be left incomplete _ A chore, I’d fail to do, for that is a viewpoint and a heritage, filled with blood _ Red, visible all around, but October 18 _ A day, that had never-ending collision on not my being merely, but on the lives of millions! Millions, who on the day altered the purpose of their lives _ It was a day, and the enormity of it is so likely that words if truth be told fall short of its merit…..for the vision was incredible _ The destiny was stupendous _ The return was the yearning of trillions! A dove, flying with the insignia of harmony and egalitarianism _ and the world, waiting frantically to hail her _ yes! It was the return of BENAZIR _ Ah! I epistle it “BENAZIR RETURN” _ I connote INCOMPARABLE RETURN, for the humanity had never witnessed someone, and that too, a leader of the opposition, and in the presence of so many intimidations, a nugget, being welcomed with such enthusiasm! For Benazir’s the ardor of the thousands! A gargantuan sea of support that was with each of its brandish, chanting out WELCOME BENAZIR!! It was the legend of a metropolitan, which failed to house the Bhutto’s daughter’s Supporters! Narrations & Media excerpt the return of Savior, dressed in her country’s national colors _ A Benazir, dressed in emerald with her ashen scarf, hovering on her head! Her eyes, filled with an optimism of making a new Pakistan _ A Benazir Pakistan.

Though, the ground realities were too vindictive, but Benazir returned to her state with a BENAZIR nerve, audacity, that was nowhere else to be found! Copious chanting out for Benazir & of course, the world can never close eyes to the martyrs of Karsaz, who gave up their own lives to shield their leader & so many, who became crippled. Yet, history has never witnessed a day like October 18 _ Knowing all the menaces & BB who returned, when the Damocles’ sword was still hanging on her head! That was a day of carnival _ A day, when the soil of Pakistan gained its life, as BB’s feet touched it! In fact, a day like that can never be elapsed & history’s for sure, going to engrave it in Golden books!!

It was the arrival of a hope _ the come back of Democracy! Without qualm, A “BENAZIR RETURN” for a “BENAZIR” cause!

Jeay Bhutto!
Regards,
Saria Benazir.

October 18 , 2007 - The Homecoming of the Insignia of Democracy _ By Saria Benazir

2010-10-18T01:37:00.000-07:00

October 18, 2007,
The Thursday of October,
The day, the sun was too intense,
Bringing with its glimmers, an expect,
A wish of a dazzling prospect,
The breezes,
Murmuring at every direct,
Benazir will come,
Revolution will come,
The brandishes of the Arabian,
Still, as if they couldn’t take a move further,
The Himalayas in prostration to God,
Thanking eternity for the sanction,
It had conferred this nation with….

The eyes grab spectacle of a gigantic sea,
A sea of peoples’ support,
Of their approbation for their leader,
For the Daughter of Destiny,
The Champion of Democracy,
It was Benazir,
And the throng was the Bhutto’s daughter’s admirer,
All it had been waiting for,
The daughter of Indus,
The sister of martyred brothers,
And a woman of nerve….
Whose valor was greater than the perils,
Threats of taking away the life……

The twinkles,
When the redeemer of Pakistan treaded,
Stepped on the soil of her ancestors,
A jiffy, where the world can’t shun slits,
Scrapes appear even in the eyes of beasts,
Of the birds and fish,
Where there was zilch to articulate,
The earth flabbergasted,
Benazir’s hands, heaved in reverence,
And in prayers,
In gratitude,
Of finally being able to perceive her fellows,
Of considering the exquisiteness of her native land,
Of sharing the regrets of her people,
Who had been tormented heartlessly,
Had been dispossessed of their breathes,
Of the pale, who had no means of recuperation,
Of the untaught,
Poor children, without any spring of education,
Of sharing the throbbing of women,
Who had given their husbands and children,
For the sake of egalitarianism….

A day in the existence of Pakistan,
A giant city like Karachi,
Turned dumpy enough to house,
The sea of support for democracy,
For after all, it was the homecoming of Benazir,
The influx of a hope,
Of a daring,
For she was the tone of the pitiable,
Of the shelter less,
Of the dejected,
Of the destitute…..!!!

The loam of Pakistan had been calling for her,
Had been edgy enough to receive her,
For there had been too bias,
Too much despotism,
Nothing else was to be found,
Except murkiness, neighboring every way,
No voice was to be heard,
Except that of the explosions,
No other phenomenon to be known,
Except violence and radicalism……

It was the promise of Benazir,
To peter out the anxieties,
To eradicate the tenderness of her people,
To terminate up all the dreariness,
To end up all the chauvinisms,
To make a new Pakistan,
A brawny and prosperous Pakistan,
A Pakistan,
Which was free of starvation,
Poverty, illiteracy and bug….

Verity, sometimes turn to be to unsympathetic,
The revolutions stipulate so much,
The transform calls for too great,
Sometimes, the charge of it,
Circles to be someone’s life,
But not everybody’s dauntless,
Laudable enough to buy the renovation at this worth,
It was the fearlessness of Benazir and only Benazir,
Who for the purpose of saving her soil,
Returned and thereby, gave her life,
Added her blood in her motherland!!!!

This audacity cannot be found someplace else!!!
Jeay Bhutto!!!!

Regards,
Saria Benazir.

THE THROB OF EVERY EMPATHY _BILAWAL BHUTTO ZARDARI _ by Saria Benazir

2010-09-22T18:41:00.001-07:00

Unwrapping the eyes, after a sinister night,
A plain scrutiny of heavens,
Birds humming with merriment,
Harmony in the atmosphere,
I heed up to each of the influence,
Then have down pat,
Aah! It’s September 21,
A day, too extraordinary in the life of Pakistan,
In the continuation of Pakistan Peoples Party,
Of course, nothing else than the origin of an anticipate,
So likely, a baby, who was fated to be “Benazir”,
A kid with example less individuality,
An illustration of his beloved mom,
None else than the only one,
The throb of every empathy,
Bilawal Bhutto Zardari….!!!

Moments budge with their swiftness,
Without concern for better or worst,
The specifics, either ruthless or superior,
Life goes on,
The cruel world keeps watching with sprite eyes,
Staring with opened blood filled jowls,
A kid _ No!
He’d been a dupe to anguishes,
With mother, carrying oversize tasks,
Of raising the children,
Proving the incorruptibility of captured husband,
And attending to the ailing mother….
The father,
At the rear of prison gates,
And the relations,
Living in exile,
Far apart on the Arab Lands,
Or in the European Continent,
Millions of miles away,
From their own native land…..

Hardly a year, the family had been together,
The soreness of losing the mother,
That was too hard to stomach,
For the scratches were monster enough to remove,
Life of the precedent years,
Too hard to gain,

Where the universe was bleak,
But the audacity of a teenager,
“My mother always used to say,
Democracy is the greatest revenge”,
From the day,
Thereby started a new-fangled faction,
A new struggle to materialize Bibi’s apparition,
The humankind saw a new Chairman in Bilawal,
Whose words amused every being,
Flair, too atypical to find,
“It was not handed over to me,
Like some piece of furniture,
The party asked me to do it and I did”…!!!

The world heard Bibi Shaheed’s voice,
Whenever he spoke,
Wo sar mangein gey, hum sar dein gey,
Wo khoon mangein gey, hum khoon dein gey,
Wo jan mangein gey, hum jan dein gey.......
Laikin mein apney Nana aur maan key nazriaat ko nahin chor sekta!
The world can’t stop from chanting,
Long Live Bhutto-ism!!

The cadence echoes right of the young Bhutto,
I wish Zia had lived,
I wish he’d lived to witness our revenge..!!!!

Long Live Bilawal Bhutto Zardari _ the True reflection of Shaheed Benazir Bhutto!!!!

Happy Birthday!
Live Long!

Regards,
Saria Benazir!

“SAR CHAHIYAI, SAR DAIY GAY HUM” _ by Saria Benazir.

2010-09-20T22:52:00.001-07:00

A day in the existence of Pakistan, when the sun rose with a fresh anticipate _ It was September 21, 1988 , when a new Bhutto came in this world _ All out, that turned to be a ruby note day for the admirers of democracy _ for every person, who deemed in the Bhutto heritage_ Yes, that trust was no one else than the one, who’s a factual manifestation of his mother _ The Daughter of Destiny Shaheed Mohtarma Benazir Bhutto, the child, who was BENAZIR, not barely by name, but also instance less in his traits _ more commonly, even known as the Child who duped the President! _ the only son of my heroic and venerated leaders Shaheed Benazir Bhutto & President Asif Ali Zardari.

Brought up with great love, care and affection, Bilawal Bhutto Zardari from his infancy is a part of that faction, which’s still going on to provide rights to the people of Pakistan _ To provide BREAD, CLOTHING & SHELTER to the poor population of the state and to finish up with all the injustices, which have crippled our society, ever since the foundation of Pakistan. Lettering about the life of this child seems reasonably hard-hitting, as it requires a huge empathy _ A stone-like sensitivity to recall all of the sacrifices, he even had to give as a child for the sake of democracy_ Though, at that time, he might not be even aware of the word Democracy…..! Existence twinges _ The ogles are occupied with rashes for the kid, who could never get the affection of his father at a time, he was in need of it _ Just look back and count out the number of birthdays, he celebrated without his father _ It was his valor, who, then observed his mother, facing thousands of hardships _ The only essence, under the heaps of responsibilities, _ of sustaining the children, attending to the ailing mother, proving the innocence of her captured husband and thereby, leading the largest political party of Pakistan.

Scarcely a year, the family was together, Bilawal had to stomach another very great ache _ The distress of losing his beloved mother _ If her assassination made the whole nation, deprived of a mother, one can imagine the sentiments of her own children_ Life, without Bibi seems impracticable for every of her devotee then how about Bilawal, Aseefa and Bakhtawar, who are surviving without their mother!!! The December 27, 2007 _ The murkiest afternoon and three days later, the world witnessed another BHUTTO in politics _ plucky like a tiger, who confiscated the cleaves from eyes and stood ahead to lead this orphan nation _ to move forwards with the legacy of her martyred mother :- “MY MOTHER ALWAYS USED TO SAY THAT DEMOCRACY IS THE GREATEST REVENGE”.
This was in verity, a demise blow to the opponents of PPP and thereby, every tormenter, when the world again heard the young Bhutto, speaking of continuing with the cause of her mom and not to bow to the desires of any dictator.

“It (PPP) was not handed over to me, like some piece of furniture. The Party asked me to do it & I did”.
From a student and the eldest child of Benazir Bhutto, Bilawal now even came to be known as the “CHAIRMAN” of Pakistan Peoples Party _ The youngest ever teen to lead such a great political party and from the same day, he has proved himself to be the true blood of the Bhutto bequest! His love for the people, like his mother and grandfather and commitment to make Pakistan prosperous leaves no scope for confusion in his capability to be the future Prime Minister of Pakistan (InshAllah), as he rightfully merits it!!!! Where one heeds him speaking to the party workers as
“You and I are bonded by the unbreakable bonds of commitment and loyalty towards one another. Our party is now a global party stretching from one corner of the world to the other. When one speaks about democracy in Pakistan, the Pakistan Peoples Party is the best choice of the people of Pakistan”,
One can judge his political insight _ for he has a leader in himself like Quaid e Awaam Shaheed Zulfiqar Ali Bhutto.

Thereby, one cannot impede chanting out ZINDA HAI BIBI ZINDA HAI after hearing Bilawal Bhutto articulating
“SAR CHAHIYAI, SAR DAIY GAY HUM, KHOON CHAHIYAI, KHOON DAIY GAAY HUM, JAAN CHAHIYAI , JAAN DAIY GAAY HUM, JO FAISLA AAJ TAK KOI NAHI KAR SAKA, WO FAISLA KAR DAIY GAY HUM’!

His intonation like Benazir Bhutto makes him truly unparalleled and precious to us, more than anyone else!!!! The world can gawk at Bibi’s personality through Bilawal’s!

Happy Birthday Bilawal.
May God bless you a long life!

JEAY BHUTTO!!!

Regards,
Saria Benazir.

Pity on These Brazen Beings _ A Shoe for the Savior of Pakistan _ By Saria Benazir

2010-08-08T07:10:00.000-07:00

Nevertheless, realities are too uncertain and of course, it’s not too easy to predict misfortunes, but as far as it’s the case with Pakistan, every impossible is possible here. Just look into the history of this state and nature’s going to compel you to close your eyes, for it seems too hard for a human to stare at the thousands of liters of blood lying on the terrain of Pakistan _ a state, which was founded to establish in it a democratic system, keeping in view the principles of Islam _ The same Pakistan, which is known as the centre of Islam, but have a look on its narrations impartially and that truly is more than disappointing to catch sight of murders & only murders _ for that is humanly impossible to describe that in words too or to get even the sketch of it in my mind. Known as the Islamic Democratic Republic of Pakistan, I bet if any of the leaders of the so – called Muslim Leagues or their fellow groups can even give a correct definition to politics and democracy _ that comes ten steps up. I hardly even believe if they understand the meaning of the word “Commons” or if the so – called Supreme Courts and Chief Justices of Pakistan are aware of the term “Justice” or “Law”, for in their books or the education, which they’ve still received, the word commons, or justice does not exist and if Law exists, then all they’re taught is merely how that can be used to hang or exile people, who feel the plight of the poor natives.

Rolling back into the magnificent past, the first great murder _ A judicial murder of the founder of Pakistan & the founder Chairman of Pakistan Peoples Party Quaid e Awam Shaheed Zulfiqar Ali Bhutto and looking into the reasons for that, even a layman knows that he has taken from his soul, just because of his promise of providing Bread, Clothing and Shelter to the people of Pakistan, his vow to gather up the broken pieces of the state and make a prosperous Pakistan and his commitment to make it a nation, that is not in need of foreign assistances even for its survival _ This is known as the “UNFORGIVABLE CRIME” in the verdicts of Pakistani courts and later, even the vampires and ghosts weep out loud to see the brutal assassination of the Daughter of Destiny , the daughter of a martyred father _ The sister of Martyred brothers _ Empathy soars to see her waving her people for the last time, still carrying loads of hopes for her people in her eyes _ So many dreams, which were yet to be realized _ Did that hand not even stop for a second, for he was leaving the entire nation orphan forever _ Without any guidance _ Snatching the only Benazir _ The Daughter of East from the world _ A time. When the waves stood still, birds stop chirping, but Gosh! People are too cruel enough to take every of your treasure just in instants!

All, given to Pakistan Peoples Party and the followers of the Bhutto legacy was just prisons, till the date _ Go back and see, who else in Pakistan has spent a greater time in prison than the President of Pakistan Asif Ali Zardari, who spent almost eight years behind the gates of jail & got his tongue cut off just because he spoke for the common people of Pakistan. When released, that too, on medical basis, for he had become a heart patient & what can be a greater sacrifice_ the person, who was not even given this much opportunity to place hand on his children and provide them affection when they were in need of it. The compassion splits into trillions of pieces _ for in his entire married life, he hardly spent 5 of the years with his family _ God! You better know if that is known as justice …?????

Where the paths to move on are so narrow _ where no one can get a way out of mishaps, just give a look to the valor of President Zardari who in such critical situations lost the person, who could give emotional & every other sort of support and finally, December 27, 2007 even snatched her beloved wife from here. There came that time too, when the people called out PAKISTAN NA KHAPPAY _ We don’t need Pakistan. At such critical moments of Pakistan’s history, it has was the same person, mocked by the name Mr . 10 % who saved this Pakistan from drowning in that flood, from where it could never get out, despite all the relieves. This day, he represents the 18 million population of Pakistan, but behind the curtains lie a vast fable of his struggle _ The person, who gave up all his fortunes for the sake of Pakistan & Pity on this shameless class, which gave him just a shoe in reward. What else can be the edge of ignorance!

Wherever the world may go to, the opponents of PPP gets paradise for it or go to hell, the fact remains the same
Aik Zardari, Sab Par Bhaari.

LIVE LIVE PRESIDENT ASIF ALI ZARDARI!

Regards,
Saria Benazir.

63 years of Pakistan & its Political Voice Over _ By Saria Benazir

2010-08-07T09:29:00.000-07:00

Though, at instants, life gets too merciless or fate keeps smiling over the helpless human, for he’s impossible to get out of too heavy enough _ a lumber for him to bear. In the ups and downs of life, many of the people give up or quit to move further, but of course, valor, though too rare can still be found on the shell of the globe and the terrain of a state known as the Islamic Democratic Republic of Pakistan, for which democracy is a forbidden fruit and the power of the commons costs thousands of precious lives _ Sometimes, it demands the blood of those gems, which are too rare to find, even if climbing the Everest or reaching the depth of Pacific can’t help you find them. Still, the story of democratic struggle in Pakistan, is a fable, which on reading radiates bottomless abrasions on your heart and life seems to stop _ Murders, was that all which was a part of its narrations of about a century? Where the voice of commons is suppressed, where the layman is without justice and of course, those, who raise their voice for the right are make the worst examples for the rest of the world.

Here, we glance up from the beginning and reach up to the revival of a democratic system in Pakistan by Quaid e Awam Shaheed Zulfiqar Ali Bhutto and then, looking into his commitment with the nation, his dedication to make this country a strong state _ able to defend its territories, a Pakistan, where no one is deprived of Bread, Clothing and Shelter and where the centre of clout lies with the people, where the population is education, free from hunger, poverty and disease _ a Pakistan, which was superior enough to defeat its rivals, but the jewels, given to him as a reward are well known to the humanity.

The world cannot overlook the Princess of Fortune _ my dearly loved leader Shaheed Benazir Bhutto, who spent her entire life, struggling for the rights of the people & in the way of her struggle, where laid all mishaps, just prisons, house arrests or exiles _ and of course, what can be a greater hardship – a bitter, but of course a reality with open eyes to see a father hanged, two young brothers murdered, the husband in prison and the mother, being the victim of Alzheimer’s disease. Facing all that with endurance just for the sake of Pakistan, there even came a time, when this soil required the blood of the Daughter of Destiny and she willingly gave even the last drop of it for the sake of her motherland – her beloved people.

In the path of such pungent facts _ events that empathy refuses to accept, the humanity witnessed the courage of the President of Pakistan Asif Ali Zardari, who became a subject to various tortures _ lost his wife too, just for the sake of Pakistan _ A land, for which his entire family had given up their lives_ In the most tragic moments too, it was saved by the follower of the same legacy, who called out loud “PAKISTAN KHAPPAY”_ We need Pakistan.

In moments of life, where a family was too depressed _ itself in need of support, after losing the loving hand, the land of Pakistan still required more and just a 19 year old child stood ahead to lead this nation, going astray and following the words of his beloved mother Shaheed Benazir Bhutto continued with the bequest of his family “My mother always used to say that democracy is the greatest revenge”. After losing too much too, we’re not hopeless, for we’ve three spotless leading lights on the horizon of the world of politics _ Bilawal, Bakhtawar & Aseefa Bhutto Zardari.

It won’t be erroneous to say that the continuation of Pakistan is all due to the struggle of Pakistan Peoples Party & the blood of Bhutto’ in its soil.

Forever survive Pakistan Peoples Party!

Regards,
Saria Benazir.

MY IDEAL _ PRESIDENT ASIF ALI ZARDARI _ by Saria Benazir

2010-07-26T20:46:00.000-07:00

Caught in remarkable crowds,
And copious, chanting out,
Jeay Jeay Bhutto,
Live Live Bhutto,
The realities take a dissimilar twirl,
And here, life’s to observe,
Though, description requires nerve and valor,
Far greater than the subsisting one,
For you’d have to stir along,
Fight and struggle for it, too long…
It’s here, you’d come across facts,
And of course, your life’s going to revolutionize,
Change to an absolutely new one…..

My enthusiasm,
My idyllic,
My craze,
It ain’t just a word,
But of course,
The fable before it is too long,
A saga of prolonged anguishes,
Prisons and forged charges,
Exiles and afflicts,
Physical and mental both…
For it requires extra courage to depict that all…

Though, impractical enough to get facts,
Those veiled realities,
A partial thought can never get,
My eyes catch sight of enormous crowds,
A sea of support for freedom fighters,
Of the flag bearers of egalitarianism,
With all promising aims to overcome poverty,
Inflation, crime and injustice,
Where the common were slaved by their fellow countrymen,
In such hard-hitting times,
There stood my beloved leader to struggle,
Facing billions of hardships,
Standing all alone in a malicious world,
But he never gave up,…

Still, continued speaking for the rights of the nation,
Though, all he got as recompense was mere misery,
Scorching warmth,
And feet of such a sizzling floor,
And the tongue, cut off,
Too astringent realities,
And further more,
Heart sufferings,
He bore it all with endurance,
With hope of a better day, ahead…

The one, who sacrificed every of his possessions,
Away from family, from his beloved ones,
The eyes of Benazir,
Bilawal, Aseefa & Bakhtawar,
Filled with tears,
Waiting to gaze at him,
The one, who hardly could give love and warmth to his children,
When they needed it,
For he gave up all his joys for the sake of this nation…

The heart aching moments,
Hardly a year, the family was together,
Same catastrophes,
A blow,
That filched the last hope,
My dearest leader Bhutto Benazir,
At times, I hear masses,
Calling out WE DON’T NEED PAKISTAN,
But himself in need of a shoulder to cry on,
He gave strength to all,
Saving Pakistan once again,
By calling out “PAKISTAN KHAPPAY”.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
I love you President Zardari!
You truly are my ideal!!!
I’m fortunate to share my birthday with you!
President Asif Ali Zardari is our pride _ The gem, God blessed this nation with.

Regards,
Saria Benazir!

President Asif Ali Zardari _ A Courage, Too Rare To Find….._ by Saria Benazir

2010-07-24T21:46:00.001-07:00

Though, history is filled with parables of heroism _ of gallant leaders, but when taking circumstances to the constraints of Pakistan, it’s quite evident that our country did not get sufficient leaders, who believed in the democracy _ in spite of the fact that the country was founded on the root of egalitarianism. Ever since, democracy _ which sounded to a be a replica word in the narrations of the leading class, who hardly had any initiative about what was going within and further more, rioting, swell in corruption & inflation _ that was all, that lead the country to experience Martial Law Governments for decades_ the periods, in which the voice of the commons was stifled & no one had the right to criticize any of the policies of the Government. In such perilous situations, the foundation of Pakistan Peoples Party was the mile stone, that lead to democratic overhaul in Pakistan _ Giving all the country men, equal powers _ equal rights over the resources of the country, equivalent opportunities of edification, health , employment and justice, but as for nation like Pakistan, democracy has always been the forbidden fruit and of course, what could a small group of people do at a time, where they themselves could not get justice _ Though, despite being the rulers, who were the dupes of injustice _ injustice at the hands of the bribed ones and to the world, this day, it’s an open question for what was the fault of Quaid _ e_ Awam Shaheed Zulfiqar Ali Bhutto _ the founder Chairman of Pakistan Peoples Party & the former Prime Minister of Pakistan_ The World’s beloved leader _ A gem, which the world can never get back, even in thousands centuries….???? His mistake just laid in saving Pakistan and promising to grant “BREAD, CLOTHING & SHELTER” to his people and to risk his own life, just for making his state a nuclear power. To this day, where are those courts, who gave his death statement..???? Has their inner self forgiven them..! For they’re such tumid souls, who know neither victory, nor defeat.

Following in the footprints of her father, the Daughter of Destiny Shaheed Mohtarma Benazir Bhutto made indefatigable exertions to make Pakistan, a land of Bhutto’s dreams and in her political struggle, one cannot ignore the connotation of her husband and the President of Pakistan Asif Ali Zardari, who stood besides her in every difficult time and never gave up for the reason, his wife was struggling too hard _ facing trillions hardships, every single day and for the purpose, his father in law had been hanged. History cannot site another such paradigm of a leader , who , apart from possessing every supply of a luxurious life preferred to live a life, which was dedicated to providing rights to the ordinary ones of Pakistan.

Looking into his political struggle, it seems like as if prison was his second home, for the opponents of democracy left no effort _ no opportunity to cause him harm and the arraigns, against him could never be proved in decades. Those were not charges of corruption, they were charges of speaking in the voice of the commons _ to raise the standard of living of the natives of Pakistan and of course, who dreadful can facts further more be _ the person, who’s tongue was cut off, just because he spoke for “ROTI, KAPRA & MAKAAN” for the people of Pakistan _ His taking a single breath had even become hard, just for tying his relation with the member of a family, which had constantly stood against the dictators and finally, gave their blood for their people. So was here and President Zardari did not attest his relationship so fake _ He proved to the dedicated follower of Bhutto –ism _ A legacy, so far filled with abrasions _ deep seas of blood.

A person _ who was suffering from a heart disease and still, at the time, where his wife had to look after him., her ailing mother, a nation in agony and managing the affairs of her party _ Truly, Benazir Bhutto Shaheed was the “DAUGHTER OF DESTINY”, who not only faced, but successfully got out of all these issues with patience _ Facts are always terrible _ It had not been a year, the family was together _ the world saw Benazir, Asif, Bilawal, Aseefa and Bakhtawar together that the land of Pakistan was demanding for the blood of another Bhutto and that too, the flower of Paradise Shaheed Benazir Bhutto, who left her world _ a world of her love to fight against oppressors and the eyes , filled with tears, heart, melted to recall moments of December 27, 2007, she was snatched so brutally from us. Such harsh moments and here too, it was the same man of courage, President Zardari, who himself was in need of healing his sores provided everybody else, his own shoulder to cry on and saved Pakistan by calling out “PAKISTAN KHAPPAY” _ WE NEED PAKISTAN.

Today, he stands as the Co – Chairman of the largest party of Pakistan _ Pakistan Peoples Party _ The Representative of the 18 million population of Pakistan! He’s truly the “RIGHTFUL HEIR” of the Bhutto bequest!

MY IDEAL _ LONG LIVE PRESIDENT ZARDARI!
AIK ZARDARI, SAB PAR BHAARI !!!!

Regards,
Saria Benazir.

UNDER THE SAME FLAG….!!!

2010-07-23T21:33:00.000-07:00

Winds blowing from ecstasy,
Songs of the nightingales,
Beckons of the seas,
Pinnacles of the glaciers,
Burnish of the sun,
Coolness of the moon,
Murmurs of the bees,
Cologne of the roses,
After all, hymns for democracy,
All’s under the same trend,
A same spectacle,
To all eyes,
Open or close,
From the affluent one to the filthiest,
From the very important one to a layman,
The sizzling deserts of Africa,
The frost of Antarctica,
The slogan of equality,
Justice and egalitarianism,
Life’s to call out every time,
Long Live Benazirism…

My flag,
Dyed green, red, black,
It’s a crest of people’s power,
Of those, who didn’t rest,
Seeing situations hard-hitting,
Didn’t ever give up,
Though, moments were exasperating,
Anxiety and depression,
Covering the perspective of life,
The flag bearers of Pakistan Peoples Party,
Who lost their lives,
Spent years in prison,
But never gave up their identity…
A figure,
That’s a quintessence of bravery,
Heroism and valor,
Representing every class of people….
Every movement for the cause of democracy….

From the inauguration to perpetuity,
It’s all, but an immortal legacy,
So deeply wounded hearts,
Lives stained with blood,
Blood, that’s apparent on the green,
Even in the firmament…

Long Live Pakistan Peoples Party.

Forever Last Bhutto-ism!

Regards,
Saria Benazir.

A Life Dedicated to Benazir….

2010-07-21T08:50:00.000-07:00

To all the deliberations,
To each distinct remark,
I’m sentient of,
Firmness is quite rough,
Too callous to get,
Still, all alone in a spiteful world,
There rises the voice of egalitarianism lovers,
Of the believers of peoples power,
There lies a portrayal,
Deeper than a sea,
The bed of which a human essence,
It can never reach…

Moments get ruthless though,
At all times,
The empathy melts to see the circumstances,
Incidents, so piercing,
Appalling enough to lose compassion,
Life goes into the past,
Where I view a marvel,
Audacity, that was no longer common to find,
Pluckiness, which had never existed,
Assurance to the cause in a better way,
The world had not learnt it yet..
I hold about to these imaginations,
I catch glare if crimson, emerald and black flags,
Hear slogans of bread, clothing and shelter…
Promise of a better future of the nation,
A hope of a progressive Pakistan….

Thereby, time’s indignant,
Still, I see a huge sea,
A sea of Bhutto’s daughter’s supporters,
From the glaciers of Himalayas,
To the bearing of Arabian Sea,
The Valley of Kashmir,
To the deserts of Punjab and Balochistan,
For I know there stands a wish,
A conviction in the concord between all,
The name for that bond of brotherhood,
It’s none else than Benazir…

For the rivals are too coward,
Coward enough to take her away so brutally,
Still, unable enough to remove her legacy,
Under an open sky,
I hear billions, chanting out Jeay Bhutto,
Benazir is alive,
Those voices never shuddered with a dictator’s trepidation,
And to this day,
It’s my secure to the world,
For it’s a relation till the last blood,
My life’s dedicated to Benazir,
For no one’s dauntless enough to take away my passion….

LONG LIVE BENAZIR ISM!!!!

Regards,
SariaBenazir.

BILAWAL BHUTTO ZARDARI _ The Pride of Nation _ by Saria Benazir

2010-07-14T08:57:00.000-07:00

All eras coming ahead,
Life coerces to bellow out,
O yes! I’m not too vulnerable,
Not much bleak,
For there lies a trust,
Obscurity never perseveres,
A sunup is still to come,
To inhabit the face of the orb...
Same here,
Though, a anecdote of blood,
Describing it entails superfluous guts,
A sensitivity, valor enough to bear,
And of course, eyes with adequate gap,
Yes! Space to hold the shreds…
Gosh! My leader was taken away,
Too viciously,
So callously was she assassinated,
For the stab was to murder democracy,
To slay the symbol of confederacy,
The insignia of peoples power…

Though, epochs are hard-hitting,
And of course, survival’s must,
For I get to recollect my Bibi’s last few words,
How many Bhuttos would you kill,
From every house, a Bhutto would come…
Those words seized enough genuineness,
Enough profundity to sum up details,
To bring the realities on a slip of paper..
Still, the soreness of losing you lingers,
But with a hope…

People went with a goal,
Held determinations to eliminate the name,
The name of a blood filled heritage Bhutto,
To throw out the so called emblem of democracy,
My beloved Pakistan Peoples Party,
But to all the adversaries,
The first defeat, though too perplexing,
The moments still in agony,
The sky, in prostration to her decorum,
Of course, the countrymen chanting,
LIVE LIVE BENAZIR……..!!!

Instants later,
The voice of PAKISTAN KHAPPAY strikes my ear,
And I’m almost back in life,
When directs later,
I hear a juvenile Bhutto,
Calling out his mother’s words,
Though, remembering those minutes,
Its not less throbbing,
Still, the world is a bystander to his audacity,
The legacy is continued by Bilawal,
Who converses in the words of his mom,
Democracy is the greatest reprisal…

In precedent years,
I see his buoyancy,
Belief in his mom’s doctrine,
Having apprehension for every worker of the party,
Even for a layman,
I found in him a new Benazir…
For both the expressions,
Bilawal & Benazir are meant to be the same,
I heed him calling for Bhutto-ism,
And the slogans Jeay Bhutto,
It makes the world memorize the Hero of the Muslim World Z A Bhutto…

In his utterance,
I feel the words of my cherished leader,
His eyes,
Filled with the agony of missing his mom,
Still, an optimism for all,
His personality,
I find in it my Bibi’s dignity…

This day, you made me conceited of having such warmth for you! Many Congrats for such a splendid result! Benazir & President Zardari would indisputably be pompous to have a son like you, Bakhtawar & Aseefa to have a brother like you & the Pakistani Nation _ A leader like you!

JEAY BHUTTO!!!!
“MY EVERY DROP OF BLOOD IS FOR PPP”.

Regards,
Saria Benazir.

JULY 5 _ WAS THE FAIR PLAY TRIUMPHANT…?? _ by Saria Benazir?

2010-07-05T22:45:00.000-07:00

5th July _ The sinister day in the history of Pakistan _ When the Government of the founder Chairman of Pakistan Peoples Party Quaid e Awam Shaheed Zulfiqar Ali Bhutto was eliminated by the then tyrant Zia ul Haq, and thereby, Pakistan , under the longest era of Martial Law ever since its underpinning. Moments were too awful _ Murky nights _ Gosh! The end of a democratic Government, followed by the judicial murder of ZA Bhutto and those three months of elections _ That day never arrived!
July 5 _ The black day for dismantling the Constitution of Pakistan….! That was the nerve of Pakistan Peoples Party & only Pakistan Peoples Party, which faced all these obstacles and murders with patience and sagacity, for we deem, neither in prisons, nor in bullets, but DEMOCRACY is our vengeance and that is a fact that the forces of democracy & justice triumph. Long Live Bhutto-ism.

In a shadowy night,
Caught in deep slumber,
I hear stratagems against democracy,
They too, under the name of Fair Play,
I hear the voices of droves,
Surrounding the house,
Each of them,
Stand-in against the decrees of God,
Against the aspirations of the people,
To bring the peoples supremacy to conclusion,
Gosh! Those trespassers,
Never sentient of their place,
Their category,
For whom they were,
Treacherous, hypocrites and the sickly,
Working in antagonism to the interests,
Concerns of the people,
Stabbing to damage the country’s veracity,
For in the precedent too,
They lost half of the territory…..

Shouting the jingles of their own.
Narai Haq, Zia ul Haq,
The killers of democracy advanced,
To blemish the law and order,
To victimize women,
To leave the nation illiterate,
In dearth and in starvation,
Shelter less and cloth less,
With no means of earning,
Leaving the laborers bleak,
A farmer, feeble,
A common,. Tacit,.
Media , flabbergasted…
Oh..that was the scavenger of the era,
Zia ul haq….

Started from the day was a long chronicle of anguishes,
Of woe,
The days, when the Hero of the Muslim World,
Where the Tiger of Asia,
Where the peoples loved Quaid e Awam was assassinated,
Where was impartiality then..??
Where was Zia ul Haq’s Islam then,
While taking lashes to his neck,
Did he hardly take his “Islamisation” into account?
Though, lies here an excruciating anecdote,
Still, brings up audacity to me,
For dictators are always chucked in gloomy light,
Not by me, by history,
Though, they endeavor to write narration themselves too,
But it never entails dictators’ folios or ink,
It engraves in the compassions and minds of the people,
Who can forget that lifeless lamb?
Who even feared from the carcass of Bhutto…
Who hardly had valor in eyes to see People’s admiration for him,
Or was not hallowed with ears, which could heed the world chanting,

ZINDA HAY BHUTTO, ZINDA HAI…!!!

Jeay Bhutto!
Regards,
Saria Bhutto Benazir.

UNDER A BED OF ROSES…._ by Saria Benazir

2010-06-30T21:51:00.000-07:00

Nevertheless, instants are too sturdy,
Circumstances, more than unsympathetic,
I slam my ogles,
But unquestionably, details cannot be starved of,
Or is that unfeasible to rebuff realities,
And yet, too durable,
Even pungent to facade them,
And acknowledge in their occurrence…
Alike is my allegory…

A day, taking away my inhalation,
I see a wonderful audacity at a consign,
I perceive sound of hope,
Applauds and screeches of support,
Catchphrases of change,
And of course, perils were palpable too,
Still, things went right,
The day, which led me undergo,
Sense nature for the foremost time,
Though, I’d read in novels,
And in tales of the past,
This day, perpetuity was showing me…
The clock walloped a point,
A minute of living,
Which transformed it..

Aah! A throbbing memento,
O No! Life’s not viable,
The beginning was sever off from neck,
A single more gulp of air,
That appeared out of my potency,
Left without expect,
Without a single to cope,
To even utter a word of heroism,
To leave a hand on shoulder,
Was left alone in the world,
A world of extremists,
Of people, who’re sightless to realities,
Deaf to the truth,
Dumb to articulate for the right,
And classlessness,
It was their forbidden fruit….

Eyes thump to a massive sea,
Numerous, showing their love,
Copious like me,
Who bore no compassion,
Nor wits to recognize this mourning,
The angst of losing the prettiest seraph,
God had ever hallowed this nation…
Ah! Moments…they went indignant,
And time, It was never to stop,
Though, death’s inevitable,
But that was not death,
It was a woman martyred,
The Daughter of Destiny,
Taken too brutally,…

But still, genuineness holds,
And martyrs by no means die…
Empathy, not too burly,
Vocabulary, not too enormous,
Feelings, far out of perceptive,
Expressing them…
Out of attain….
The day, the firmament wept,
Birds lost their appealing voices,
Still, heart strikes to see a grave,
A martyred buried,
Not under mire,
But a bed of roses…

The day, which revolutionized my life,
Gave me a hallucination to struggle for,
A target to accomplish,
As life has got nothing to do,
Nothing in her nonexistence,
Still, her charisma can be felt,
In the aroma of roses,
In the songs of birds,
In the beckons of the sea,
In every stir of air,
This always speaks,
Benazir is alive…
Benazir is alive….

Regards,
Saria Bhutto Benazir.

It’s a myth of blood ….. _ By Saria Benazir

2010-06-29T04:34:00.000-07:00

Grasping the certainty,
However, pretty tricky,
Much exasperating too,
For scores of others,
Still, appearing to details,
Moving to the realism,
Hard-hitting more than anything else,
Making a being,
Gosh! It’s not without a risk,
Moving with the aspires,
None is going to consent,
Too big, a nuisance…

Gawk at the precedent,
Glance into the prospect,
Gaze at the nearby,
All’s hauling in it,
Stacks filled of distress,
Of gargantuan bias,
Of mammoth heartbreak,
Of hefty eruditions,
Lord! Is that proper too…
Why the thing’s wolfing me up!!!

O My God! Grant me the tranquility,
A flash shortly,
Wedged in yawning catnap,
I hold to a world of delusions,
A horrendous one,
The eyes shut over,
And take me to observe,
Cherry, olive & black distinctiveness,
Ah! A prominent one,
Waving in the firmament,
Facts, pretty terrible,
I sense a lash,
Fixed around my neck,
The sensation of suffocation,
I’d never disregard,
Oh…that was a murky nighttime…

Minutes anon,
I get an eccentric fortitude,
Courage, nowhere to be found,
Brilliance, not too ordinary,
Yes!
The ocean of prop up,
And above that,
The vigor of determination,
All was unparalleled..

Empathy starts throbbing,
Ears go hearing-impaired,
And eyes blind,
The tongue,
Vulnerable to sheer a single word,
Lying on the earth was blood…!
Ohh!!! Truly, the gravel was scarlet…

Indeed, it’s a parable of blood!

Long Live Bhutto-ism..

Regards,
Saria Benazir.

Bring me My Benazir back….Saria Benazir

2010-06-21T09:01:00.001-07:00

My ogles are filled with snuffle,
I plunk with a wrecked empathy,
My verve, trapped in billions regrets,
My daylight hours, like if survival has seized,
My instant, repeating of anguish,
Such piercing accidents,
I’ve never faced..
Can never gaze up to them…
I don’t have that much courage,
To breathe without a personality,
Closer to me as anyone else,
Who skilled me to articulate,
To reside…,
To escort the life,
To act to the people around me,
To envisage about my community,
To have my essence in the dust,
To give this terra firma inclination over anything else,
To survive with audacity,
To face every situation with gallantry,
To believe in the help of God,
To have compact confidence in democracy,
In the clout of the commons…
Benazir Bhutto,..It was you…
You made me discover that all…
Bibi _ I did it all….
Where should I go…
Where to acquaint with you…
Please! Return me my Benazir Bhutto,
Bring her back to me……

The watches grab vista of an agonizing phenomenon,
The grime of Garhi Khuda Bux Bhutto,
Too huge, but a pebble empathy it has got,
For it lost all of its sparklers,
Still, the origin of anticipate,
The centre of factions,
Thrash about for democracy,
It always gave confinement to the laudable people,
Who were wholly affiliated to their mud,
Though epochs were too ruthless,
They even gave up their blood,
This day, Benazir Bhutto,
The terrain of Larkana suppurates out,
Get me my Benazir back…

I spot your legacy,
The bequest filled with blood,
Owned by the redeemer of Pakistan, Asif Ali Zardari,
I heed him articulate Pakistan Khappay,
I listen to him dub out,
If you want to subsist like Benazir,
Learn to deal with living like her..
I see your glance in Bilawal,
His speeches, truly grasping your apparition,
The hallucination, you’d struggled for all your life..
Your words, embossed on his psyche,
Democracy is the greatest reprisal,
I see your adored Aseefa and Bakhtawar,
Carrying totally your manifestation,
In the means of their lives,
The act of their demeanor,
I perceive my Benazir,
Completely heart ached,
I’m standing in the world,
Devoid of Benazir….

The instant of life calls out,
Bring me back my Benazir…
Oh! It’s June 21,
Bring me back my Benazir….

Regards,
Saria Bhutto Benazir.

The World gets in Centuries…..Saria Benazir

2010-06-21T08:34:00.001-07:00

Breezes were puffing,
The blue was flaking rips,
The terrain, that had gone drenched,
It was daylight of June,
The propitious day for mankind,
Fetching about a trust,
An anticipate…….
Wholly a wish….
A day in 1953,
This held the planet in it,
Yes! In not for any being else,
But my existence in it…
That was not a reverie,
A large legitimacy,
I’d seen it with unwrapped ogles…
Though, might it have been a marvel,
Leaders like Benazir,
The world gets in centuries…

The dust of Larkana,
This exalted the world,
With such a nerve,
Such a psyche,
Which fought all days for the people..
Of course, my article of argument,
My centre of dependence,
It’s the woman of century,
The truly Benazir…

Benazir ,.,,,,…
I witness her incredible loveliness,
Exquisiteness of considerations,
Of appearance, like a rose,
Splendor of intents,
Who pondered to make the world,
This gravel, a situate,
Secure to subsist in….
To all my deliberations,
Those clasp the utterance,
A distinct word Benazir,
Though merely a person's name,
But the verve of a teenager,
The ardor of a girl,
The purpose of Saria…

When I have a scrutiny,
On the life of my intrepid leader,
The life, packed with great effort,
Struggle against bias,
The unfair slay of her father,
And the Martial Law Government,
The canon of scavengers,
Where even taking a single gulp of air,
It was harder, even than bereavement.

Fighting against the clutches of dictatorship,
And the fake corruption charges,
And bearing the murders of her young brothers,
The hardships of an ailing mother,
The quandaries, faced by incarcerated husband...
And over that, enormous errands of relations,
Of leading the party,
Continuing with the martyred father’s legacy,

My leader_ Benazir,
Who was compelled to reside in exile,
Far away from her mother land,
But the instants of come back,
I feel hard to line in words,
The knight in shining armor of democracy,
In the insignia of her land…
Who by no means let her valor down,
in spite of receiving hundreds threats,
An atrocious world,
A murky afternoon,
It took away the princess of Indus,
My peak zeal…

Though, they took you from us,
So callously,
We miss you too badly,
Still, we’re left with your bequest,
A blood filled heritage…

Still, every second coerces me to say,
Leaders like Benazir,
The world gets in centuries…

Happy Birth day Benazir Bhutto!

Regards,
Saria Bhutto Benazir!
Jeay Bhutto!

Benazir_ A “Benazir” Verve…! _ Saria Benazir

2010-06-21T08:34:00.000-07:00

The empathy twinges,
The eyes gleam with shreds,
The essence gets missing,
The wits get void,
The eardrum ruptures,
The clatter fails in the gorge,
Oh my God!
The years gash into portions,
In apprehension & melancholy,
The flashes of exodus,
My life’s getting to stop …
Penetrating into all the dictionaries,
I stumble on not a sole word,
Capable to portray you,
To delineate you,
To articulate your exquisiteness,
Visibly beyond compare,
To eulogize your vividness,
Unmistakably with no identical,
To value your gallantry,
That no one else could ever have,
My idyllic..
My fanaticism…
It was none besides Benazir…

Princess of the Mehran Valley,
The sovereign of Indus,
The Daughter of fortune,
The flare of egalitarianism,
The crest of optimism,
The paradigm of audacity,
Each phase of my Benazir’s life,
That was extremely Benazir...
Her origin,
The City of Lights,
The alluring sun of June 21,
Brought with it a divination,
A prophecy of the influx of Benazir,
Benazir _The only Dad’s Pinky,
That Benazir,
Whom the world discerns by the name,
The Daughter of East & ,
The Champion of Democracy..
The unmoved Benazir,
About whom Mr. Bhutto said,
My Daughter Benazir would become “Benazir”,
“Benazir” in the narration of the Sub – Continent”.

Who can have the guts to evaluate?
To balance own self with her,
Who after losing her father,
Did not refrain from her struggle,
Her whip about for a Pakistan,
Making it a terra firma of her father’s imaginings.
Benazir_ My fearless leader,
Who fought against the cruelties,
Of the numerous scavengers,
In the endeavor,
Losing two of her brothers,
Leaving a sick mother,
The husband incarcerated,
And she herself banished,
With colossal saddle of responsibilities,
She’d to clutch with herself..

There, I stumble on her pluck,
The intrepidness, with which she faced all,
Forever an instance for all worlds to follow,
Who still had the same adore for a nation,
For a territory,
That gave her zilch,
Nothing in addition to sufferings,
Soreness,
And made her spot nothing,
But prejudice and massacres….
Just pokes and cudgel charges..
Her come back after eight years,
And the soil of Pakistan,
This slaked its craving,
As my Bibi’s feet stroked it,
Such was her greatness,
I see a crowd,
Calling out at Benazir_ their only hope,
Uttering her slogans,
Benazir_ The hope of a dawn, after long night,
The arrival of good days,
After prolonged saga of sufferings,
But the doom twirled,
And point on no account tolerated,
Not time, but dictators,
Such autocrats,
Who took her away,
While waving her countrymen,
So viciously,
Still, Benazir died a Benazir death,
A bereavement, that not every body else gets…

Jeay Bhutto!
Regards,
Saria Bhutto Benazir.

Benazir Bhutto _ The insignia of Democracy _ Saria Benazir

2010-06-21T08:24:00.000-07:00

Headship is not too undemanding, as is thought by many of the so- called leaders in Pakistan & of course, what is leadership meant to them, other than gaining votes and that too, not by the people, but by cash and then making sleaze the leading of their policies as if they are to gather as much plunder from a subjugated land as probable and send as many rivals to jail as doable or slay the opposition leaders…either under their jingles of Jihad in the way of Allah or their endeavor to diminish the number of culprits by making fake corruption charges …..and this is all they do, either lose half of the population or millions of miles of land, vending the nation too does them no matter..How can someone think_ even imagine to dream of a prosperous state when democracy is not justified _ where the voice of the people is buried under tones of sludge,, ..where hundreds commit suicides because of paucity, where majority of the population is illiterate, unwaged and more than half of it, living below the poverty line…Circumstances like this & the person, who knowing the conditions wants to change the scenario _ Aah! Genuine plucky is it! Homage to his gallantry…

Without any misgiving, the birthright “Bhutto-ism” is a saga of struggle against such dictators, who have been acting as vultures in the land. The Chairperson of Pakistan Peoples Party _ Shaheed Mohtarma Benazir Bhutto _ a marvel, who fought her entire life for the sake of an egalitarian Pakistan…. Continuing with the bequeath of her father, who had been hanged, over the charge of committing the most heinous crimes in the eyes of these low caste rulers and they were providing “Bread, Clothing & Shelter” to the people of Pakistan, building up a new Pakistan, which had completely wrecked in the War of 1971 and to guarantee the security of Pakistan by making it a nuclear power & after that Great Unfair, his daughter _ Benazir stood against the forces of injustice dedicated to make true, the dreams, his father had seen for a progressive Pakistan _ A Pakistan, free from hunger, poverty, illiteracy, corruption, disease, unemployment & dictatorship _ where politicians are to serve the people & army , there on boarders to guard the state, where women are given respect & dignity & given opportunities to work shoulder to shoulder with men for the improvement of their state ; where their life is not engaged by the fears of Hudood Laws & not constrained to the wall of the house. Benazir entered into politics with such a shinning hallucination _ A visualization, intended to lighten every house with the glow of wealth, education, and health , where the people of Pakistan could feel no barrier in making their voice be heard by the leaders _ A bravura reflection….!!

Thoughts like Benazir infatuated were too, not an unproblematic charge to be realized but Benazir Bhutto _ a significant courage did never quit, though, the situations were too cruel to face, Benazir Bhutto possessed faith in peoples’ power & it was the power of the locals _ Of the commons, which brought a splendid day, when a Pakistani woman , who was just 35 years of age became the earliest ever woman to become the Head of a Muslim State & that woman, who was a spring of back-up , not only to Pakistani, but all the Muslim and working women was Benazir Bhutto Shaheed; who demonstrated that if willpower is factual & strong, nothing is not viable in the world & triumph is foreseeable, where heroism like Benazir Bhutto subsists.

Benazir Bhutto’s era was the golden era in the narration of Pakistan, where progress was made in every phase of verve & it was apparent that Pakistan could become a developed nation in the near prospect, but the doom altered and to the same observable fact in Pakistan, democracy can never stay alive longer and Benazir Bhutto Shaheed’s Government was abolished. What happened then... Could that so-called Male-dominated & Islamic Government do anything, even a distinct great endeavor, those who pledged of conquering the worlds…I look back and surely, all the junk falls on the faces of those poor rulers, who could not mange the state and once again, it was the brilliance of Benazir to take over as the Prime Minister of the state for the second time. It was fabulous….but to all the vocabulary, All clarifications, the verity cannot be disregarded that Pakistan was never ruled by the commons from the commencement and as is the base, so is the building…The Daughter of Destiny was compelled to live eight years of her life in exile _ in agony and in excruciating condition, where she’d to prove the innocence of her imprisoned husband, attend to her ailing mother ,look after the children and manage the party affairs, concerning every aspect of her party members….

History cannot site a spectacular paradigm of such a gigantic sea of support for democracy _ than October 18, 2007… The city of Karachi, which botched to have room for the Bhutto’s daughter’s supporters _ This was witnessed by every being on Earth.. Music & drums, beating to welcome Benazir _ for her return was the arrival of hope _ a hope, after prolonged sufferings & it touched every heart, seeing Benazir, under the Quran raising her hands in veneration and in prayer as her feet touched the soil of Pakistan. Billions gathered to catch a glare of her in such heat, without a single drop of water whereas the King’s party could gather hardly 100 people. , even at lunch time. Thereby followed a tremendous support of people for the Martyred Daughter of Destiny _ the daughter of a martyred father, the sister of martyred brothers_ The sphere of Pakistan, which was filled with the flags of Pakistan Peoples Party…The emblem of democracy. Though terrorizations were outnumbered and an assassination stab was made on Benazir Bhutto the same day, she returned to Pakistan in which hundreds of Bibi’s supporters laid their lives or became crippled came to be known as Jan Nisar Benazir Bhutto., but Bibi never gave up her proposal – her image of a Democracy in Pakistan.

Though, too much is left to reveal, but when one memorizes the sinister December 27, 2007, every deliberation is lost _ the mentality, going vacant, for that was the murkiest day in the account of the world, when it lost a legend_ The Benazir for all times…Truly Benazir…Benazir Bhutto’s vision would remain a bright example for every movement, that comes into subsistence for the deprived populace. Certainly, her name would for eternity be written in golden books. Her services for democracy would forever remain the dazzling part of our past and this day too, Benazir Bhutto rules the hearts & minds of the people. Her life is a role model for all the coming generations & whenever one verbalizes about democracy in Pakistan, the Pakistan Peoples Party is the best selection of the people of Pakistan. The words of Shaheed Zulfiqar Ali Bhutto that you can by no means execute an apparition & my daughter Benazir would become Benazir in the history of the Sub Continent really chime true…!
Jeay Bhutto…!!!
“The forces of justices and democracy always triumph”.
Regards,
Saria Bhutto Benazir.

YOU CAN’T MURDER A LEGACY….. _ Saria Benazir

2010-06-14T03:23:00.000-07:00

The Bhutto family has occupied a prominent place in the world politics and certainly, when one speaks about democracy in Pakistan, the Pakistan Peoples party is the only party, which from the beginning of its foundation, laid by Quaid e Awam Shaheed Zulfiqar Ali Bhutto fought against dictatorship and moved with its objective of “Islam is our religion. Democracy is our policy. Socialism is our economy. All power to the people & Martyrdom is our destination”. Resisting against the Martial Law of Ayub Khan and bringing an era of prosperity in Pakistan, regaining thousands of miles, that had been taken by India during the War of 1971 and later, the Bhutto Government, aimed at providing BREAD, CLOTHING & SHELTER to the people of Pakistan, providing education and health facilities to every body & removing unemployment & diseases.Yes, it was Bhutto, who vowed to make Pakistan a nuclear power even if they’d to eat grass.
Later, his daughter Mohtarma Benazir Bhutto, continuing with the legacy of her father strived with might and main to make Pakistan a land of her father’s dreams, the Pakistan, for which Zulfiqar Ali Bhutto _ her father had given his life. Benazir, who was too young a woman in politics felt the sorrows of her nation and struggled to bring about democracy & the rule of justice _ Providing equality to all, strengthening a Pakistan, which worked on laws, not the principle of MIGHT IS MAIN. Benazir Bhutto _ the Daughter of Destiny, who aimed to empower women & improve the literacy rate_ who worked tirelessly to remove poverty, unemployment & disease from Pakistan and of course, remove the black mark of terrorism from the name of Pakistan.

The Bhutto family has its roots amongst the people. Any discussion about Pakistan is incomplete without the name “BHUTTO”, which occupies a significant place in history, yes, moreover, Bhutto’s legacy has become a huge tale_ a blood filled legacy, which holds an important place in poetry, in books and in songs and well, it’s also a fact that it was the BHUTTO family, which gave an identity to Pakistan in the West and the immense efforts of Bhuttos for the sake of bringing the world together is also not deniable.

A film on the life of Benazir Bhutto “Bhutto: The Film” was one of sixteen documentaries selected for judging at the 2010 Sundance Film Festival in Park City, Utah. The film directed by Duane Baughman includes a number of new interviews and comments from Benazir herself. And references to India appear to be fleeting, but the film suggests she genuinely wanted peace with India. It opens with the infamous David Frost interview that Benazir gave shortly after her return to Pakistan in 2007, segues into the assassination attempt on her life in Karachi and then delves into Pakistan’s conception.

The documentary then showcases Benazir’s life through interviews with her friends and family, a part that shows some new images of Benazir highlighting her evolution from a woman who had been exposed to ideals from the wave of opposition to the Vietnam War to a woman who surprised all her friends by agreeing to an arranged marriage.
The visually dazzling opening flashback sequence ends with a bomb blast announcing the assassination of Benazir Bhutto in December 2007. The number of people interviewed for Bhutto is extensive, even if their soundbytes barely feature any criticism of her. Interviewees include Victoria Schofield, Christina Lamb, Reza Aslan, Tariq Ali, Steve Coll, Arianna Huffington, Shuja Nawaz, current and former ambassadors Husain Haqqani, Akbar Ahmed and Wajid Shamsul Hasan, Peter Galbraith, Mark Siegel, former US Secretary of State Condolezza Rice and former President Pervez Musharraf. The Bhutto family is also interviewed, including President Asif Ali Zardari, Bakhtawar, Asifa and Bilawal Bhutto-Zardari, Sanam and Fatima Bhutto and Benazir’s uncle Ahmad Ispahani.
That image slowly fades over Pakistan's green flag with its crescent moon and five-point star. A history lesson begins to take hold, but never overwhelms. If the goal of a good documentary is to tell the story and motivate thought, questions and discussion, then the makers of Bhutto should rest easy. In this case, history and its retelling has a soul, and the soul of Benazir Bhutto inhabits this film. Feminist, or not, Bhutto’s life was filled with contradictions and that is what makes this presentation so compelling. It is a triumph of skilled editing that a spider’s web of historical facts are interwoven with archival footage, news reports, interviews with contemporaries, both friend and foe — the whole package morphing quickly into live action and cutaway shots that are cinematographically beautiful and breathtaking in composition. Bhutto is a feast for the heart, mind and soul, delivering an education and history lesson in its 115 minute run time.

It appears that if there is a villain in the film, it is Musharraf, who is blamed for her death. At an earlier screening, the director was loudly challenged by Musharraf's son and accused of portraying the general unfairly.

However, Baughman defends himself saying, "I don't believe that I portrayed the general unfairly, I believe history always portrays dictators in a poor light, and the rest is up to the audience to decide whether or not that's true."
This documentary is vexing, dramatic and fascinating; certainly possessing a life beyond the glitter and caché of Sundance.

Regards,
Saria Benazir.

My dearly loved leader Benazir Bhutto _ Saria Benazir

2010-05-16T03:35:00.001-07:00

A single instant exclusive of you,
I stumble on it a stretched chronicle of soreness,
Of protracted sufferings,
Of agonizing hours,
Casing the perspective of my life…
I do cleave to that everything,
That goes on around me,
My each single moment,
That in actuality is a throbbing knick-knack,
Of the magnificent moments,
I had in the midst of and because of you.

It fetches billions of moans,
The empathy splits into trillions of bits,
Gosh! Isn’t it horrendous?
Am I wedged in,
Can I find there no way,
Get out of it…
My stunning memoirs,
Yes! All about an ever jovial face,
Are they all concerned with,
Associated to an ever audacious lady,
The allegory of whose bravery,
Is all, but a golden part of history…..

Yes! All belonging to an ever amorous,
Yeah!! An ever compassionate mother,
Benazir, who left her Bilawal,
Her Itty and Aseefa,
Merely, for the sake of her people,
And her assurance to her land,
Ahhh…..!!But nature rules,
My leader truly understood,
Precisely, she only could,
And only Benazir could get that,
For her allegiance,
Her earnestness,
To this nation was example less…

Her valor,
Her courtliness,
For the cause of democracy,
Was nowhere to initiate…
Her expressions,
Her vocalizations,
That engaged every psyche,
Giving it hope,
Occupied every soul,
Giving it support ……
My leader _ Benazir,
My ideal _ Benazir,
My anticipate_ Benazir,
My apparition_ Benazir,
My grit_ Benazir,
My destination_ Benazir….

I gaze up at the sky,
Every star, my eyes catch sight of,
Carries in it the noteworthy name “Benazir”..
Every ocean, I do look at,
Carries in its every wave the word “Benazir”.
Every bird, I can hear chirping,
Hums out “Zinda Hay Bibi, Zinda Hay”.
The air, I hear blowing,
Calls out,
“Bibi Ki Tasweer,
Aseefa Bakhtawar Bilawal Bhutto Benazir”….!!!

Nowhere can I get a better leader & mother than you!!
Regards,
Saria Bhutto Benazir.

IF YOU WANT TO LIVE LIKE BHUTTO, LEARN TO DIE LIKE HIM _ Saria Benazir

2010-05-16T00:02:00.000-07:00

Bhutto is no longer the name of an individual_ the name of a family, but it the name of a legacy and the emblem of a campaign, which always raised its voice against dictatorship and injustice_ against poverty and discrimination _ and against disorder and restlessness. The history of Bhutto family started from the Arabs, who conquered Sindh and spread Islam in the Sub Continent and up to this day, the BHUTTO has become the name of that family, which stood firmly against every sort of dictatorship and despite the fact that they themselves had two different paths to go on_ an absolutely luxurious and royal life or the second one_ a painful death…The followers of Bhuttoism always gave preference to the second alternative and thereby, chose a way to make their lives, an example for the coming generations to follow and be proud of.

“TO LIVE ONE DAY LIKE A LION IS BETTER THAN TO LIVE HUNDRED YEARS LIKE A JACKAL”. The founder of Bhuttoism_ the person, who laid the founding stone of a world wide family known as Pakistan Peoples Party spent his entire life, working for the prosperity of his nation_ to provide them “Bread, Clothing & Shelter”. , which despite being the basic needs of life were not available to a large number of Pakistani population. He fought gallantly against the military rule of Ayub Khan and tried all his best to bring about a real democracy in Pakistan and make his nation, one of the developed ones in the world. It was the time, when the people and especially poor ones had not even a single shoulder to cry on. It was only “Bhutto”, who despite facing such difficult conditions did not at all care for the creeps. His vision became a quintessence of power_ people’s power, that only the common people of the state possessed. The lay man too, from his point of view held right on the state in much the same way, as the ruler of the country.

Democracy and bringing democracy, as the result of a struggle is not easy _ not easy to bring about and more precisely, where every one has power greed, where all are hungry before the chair and how can one with completely different thoughts , much sincere ideas, more delicate vision survive amongst such beasts. Democracy and the love of people for their leader after all, defeated dictatorship and yes_ gave it a crushing defeat_ an everlasting and humiliating one…..

Obviously, the 4th of April ,1977 apparently seemed to be the red letter day for the militants, but that is a fact that some people cannot understand_ yes, they are too weak enough to understand universal powers_ A great writer Reinhold Neibuhr’s words suit their aims “God, grant me the serenity to accept the things, I cannot change, courage to change the things, I can and the wisdom to know the difference”.

The death statement, was a statement, that nature regarded as the time of making Bhutto an immortal _ giving him an eternal life……….that life, which is never to finish. Yes, Bhutto was hanged, but not his vision_ he gave up his life and died the death of a martyr, that death_ which not everyone is lucky to get. Even after his death, his assassins feared from the dead “BHUTTO”, for they too believed that despite all, whatever they did, Bhutto is alive, and whatsoever, they may try, they cannot kill Bhutto. Today too, not only the supporters of Bhutto, but his opponents too call out Zinda Hai Bhutto, Zinda Hai…Bhutto is the unanimous voice of the people of Pakistan. Bhutto is the conqueror of hearts and lives in every soul.

LONG LIVE BHUTTOISM….!!!!

“IF I AM ASSASSINATED”.

Truth can never be denied,
Well, nor can you hide,
The sun, behing your fingers,
Nor you do possess the power,
Of changing the fate,
Then give look to the reality,
To the universally accepted phenomenon,
To the voice of heaven,
I will never die,
Even if I am assassinated

Life doth not mean,
Spending it,
Merely in search of sustenance,
Begging others for asylum,
What a thought….???
Aw!! You call it life…………????
Better, if you are buried alive!
Life is to spend it,
In a way,
The world accept you,
It craves for you,
Wants you…….
And your people give you a place,
You become their voice,
They remember you in good letters,
That love, they do give you,
That death’s nothing you….

The same is the reason for why,
Why I’m too confident to say,
I’ll never die,
“even if I am assassinated”.

Using a bullet,
Or hanging me,
Despite taking me,
Beyond the human comprehension,
You can never remove me,
From the minds of the people,
Nor can you stop my movement,
Or kill my vision,
Even if I am assassinated.

You cannot remove me from history,
Or from the voice of democracy,
Or from the voice, which arises for the rights,
Rights of the poor,
Of the redundant,
Of the helpless,
Of the depressed ones…..

I will remain alive in every thought,
In every mind,
In every heart,
Even if I am assassinated.

You cannot hide my struggle,
Or my affiliation with my nation,
Cutting the long story short,
You cannot,
Yes!!!You can never,
Never hide my blood…

EVEN IF I AM ASSASSINATED….!!!

Narai Bhutto, Jeay Bhutto.

Kal Bi Bhutto Zinda Thaa,
Aaj Bi Bhutto Zinda Hai…..

Regards,
Saria Benazir.

The Story of Benazir _ Saria Benazir

2010-05-15T23:42:00.000-07:00

When Adam was still to receive his form

Then my relationship began

When I heard the Lord's voice

A voice sweet and clear

I said "yes" with all my heart

And formed a bond with the land I love

When all of us were one

My bond then began

An exile now by destiny

I am nearer home than my heart's beat

I wonder: when will I be free

To return to Larkana

From dust to dust

Loved ones return

To what they were

When will I walk home from Arab lands

To my own sweet Motherland.

Waiting for news in dreams and day

Waiting for messengers in dreams and day

When will the message come

Taking me from here to there

I want the answer to my heart

I want to pass God's test

O God, I await the messenger

Taking me to where I belong

Although the tyrants do not care

Strands of white my hair now shows

My face is gaunt with sadness

I to my people want to go

I came in the winter of repression

I pray to return in different times

Like the joy of a seasonal rain

The peoples support I will reclaim.

Almighty God,

Let Mother’s sickness not worsen in exile

Trapped in a mind wanting to forget

A heart weeping for young sons killed

O let Mother first her homeland see

O where is my husband gone?

His life's prime and his grace?

Prison Walls confine him

Court rooms frustrate him

Judges are frightened

Courage has fled

Salaries are more important

Than honour for which men gave lives

Pakistan, my health is worn

My joy is gone

And yet my heart is strong

For the fight

For our people lost rights

Each day I smile for the world,

For my children and my self

They ask: when can we return?

I speak of justice fled

From hearts of men

Into the breasts of beasts

I tell them

We will smile and we will eat

When freedom from chains is freed

I think of the poor people

A better fate they deserve

Than the military conqueror's boots

Yet the lust for land grows

Plazas and Plots for the elite lot

Government homes too

Not one but two

All on starving backs of people robbed

The sweet lands lie parched

For water people pray

The crops perish

The cattle die

The stoves grow cold

As labour is sent home

Fair Pakistan's face is blotted

Mug shots and finger prints are demanded

Worshippers live in fear and dread

Tenants are ejected

Soldiers in snows abandoned

The poets in the mountains and the deserts

Speak of another time

When the country and the individual had respect

Before the Benazir Government left

One pension is too little for some

One state, two jobs, two salaries and two pensions

For retired Khaki specials

Democracy is for those in Mufti

Dictatorship the dream of Generals in Khaki

The British left last century

Their space the Khaki filled

The Father died too quickly

In an ambulance in Karachi

One day the tyrants will depart

Public opinion will set us free

There will be dancing in the streets,

Music and song

Laughter will fill the air

As people rejoice in their destiny

Larkana, Loved-one, I remember

The sweet scent of roses

Of fresh rain on desert sand

Of trees washed by nature's hand

Away I live in a mansion grand

But I long to campaign

On long and rocky roads

In bumpy jeep rides

With flags and banners

With selfless zeal to change

The sad present

Into a smiling future

I want to breathe the breath

Of home,

a breath both fair and fine

My spirit is in one place

My body in another

My mind torn asunder

The Elections were so Unfair

Made of Broken Promises

Billions spent in marketing

A dictatorship as a democracy

That too unsuccessfully.

The European Union called Foul

So did the Office of the Commonwealth

Boxes were filled

Ballots torn

Peoples verdict shorn

By cowards masquerading as patriots

The presidential palace is ugly

In a land with widespread poverty

Parliament has yet to dress itself

With Constitutional power

The phoenix rises from the ashes

Peoples Power will be born again

Centres of learning

I will build for the children of the poor

Provide the aged and the young

Dignity, hope and security

We will raise buildings

Where there are deserts

And stop the weeping of the women of the land

Cry not

For change is in our hands

To reject wrong and embrace right

These days of despots will soon go

Just as other despots did

Memory forever recalls Quaid e Awam

The sword of truth

Who gave his life

So we could live

With legal rights and economic security

With knowledge and Opportunity

With representation and success

With peace and with progress

His name will forever shine

Who can forget him

That historical memory embraces

Forever in its folds.

He who wore threads of fine gold

Tore them for prison cells

He who slept in silken sheets and fed with silver spoons

Threw them aside for the darkness of the death cell

Defying death

The rulers offer comfort

In return they demand conscience

Don't offer comfort

To history's children

To the brave and the bold

The Kurds fought for decades

The Kashmiris do too

The Palestinians refused to surrender

In every continent

In every era

The brave and the bold

Carved history with their bare hands

One has might

The other right

One has the sword

The other the pen

Guns rust and fall apart

Ideas live forever

Tyrant: do not offer comfort

Comfort leaves me cold

Much dearer do I hold

Marvi's ancestral shawl

Symbol of our Treasure

From Marvi I learnt

From past mystic saints

From my dear brother Shah I learnt

That handsome youth who fought another tyrant

That

Were I to breathe my last, living

Away from the home I loved

My body won’t imprison me.

Shah returned home while his soul went free

No stranger to the soil

Embracing his body in death

Making it part of the legends of our land

When his last breath came

We carried him to the hidden coolness of the desert sand

Pride and sadness mixed in our hearts

Swaying emotions

Knowing that his life was given

For a clear cause of liberation

From a Dictator’s occupation

We buried him lovingly

In the land that was his

In a sea of people

That loved him

For his life

And for his death

Killed and yet the struggle lived

The cranes fly to their native hills

My heart longs to fly with them

Invisible chains

Hold me prisoner

The wounds of the past

Fester again

For my country and me

As I see people denied rights

Denied opportunities

Youth looking for hope

Democracy separated from the polity

Dictatorship cuts cruelly to the bone

Undermining the economy

Undermining the society

Introducing suicide

Economic suicide for those too poor to live

Political suicide for asymmetric warfare

Joy left when the stove turned cold

Joy fled when the church and hospital blew

Some sent messages

To forget about politics

To leave the people

To find happiness

They thought it foolish

That the weight of persecution

Could be borne

With a Mother ill

And children small

With the pain of exile

Of a husband separated by prison walls.

They thought it generous

To offer freedom for abandonment

The abandonment of a people, of a land

Of a struggle, of a dream

Of principles and of conscience

I thought it wrong

I know I will return

On a wave of peoples support

Led by the bravest Party of them all

A Party of martyrs

A Party of struggle

A Party that serves

A Party of the people

My enemies wish I never was born

For them it was a torture and a shame

That I became

The first woman leader of a Muslim State

Crumbling centuries of control

Triumphantly proclaiming

The equality of men and women

The pristine message of Islam

Hidden under prejudice and discrimination

Destiny's hand moves on

Writing its own tale

Of triumph and tragedies,

Of wars and peace,

Of bombs pulverising houses

Above the stench of death

Life begins again

The tide of sorrow turns

The sea of happiness awaits

The patient pray and persevere

Loved ones parted meet

Prisoners are freed

Fresh ones take their places

Or flee

Destiny's moving finger writes on

Seasons change

Realities change

The rest is a test

Better a life of test

Than a worthless life of rest

The land reclaims its own

When the dead die

They live again

Becoming part of a land

Centuries old

Holding secrets

Of great civilisations

Of heroes and heroines of bygone times

Shaping history and heritage

Shaping culture

Shaping the future

Time begins

Time ends

We decide

What to do with time

Remember the poor and the wretched

Remember the desperate and the hopeful

Remember God's sacred trust

The children of the land

Do not let your conscience die

For Power and Pride

The scent of the homeland

Wafts through the ocean air

Through continents

Its insistent call

A reverberating sound

Through sunset and dawn

Calling

Through walls

Calling

Through mountains

Seeking to reclaim

Its own

To my dear ones I say

Worry not

Shed no tears

Bear no regrets

These days will pass

After night comes day

After sorrow comes joy

The daughters of the desert know

That Destiny

Cannot Chain

The dream of a people free

Of a youth redeemed

Of a land

Where the sweet scent of justice

Fills the air

Where human rights

And economic rights

Break the prisons of poverty

Break the dungeons of disease

The repression of retrenchment

The despair of downsizing

The evil of unemployment

Prisons hold

Those that defy dictators

Those that pay the price for freedom

Knowing the chains holding liberty will break

That the desert men

Will write of desert courage

Of integrity, loyalty and unity

Baptised in suffering

That a desert maid

Will return home

Hear the wind

It carries the message:

Of dictators that came and went

Of tyrants now particles in the sands of times

How many armies came and went

How much blood was shed

Conquests proclaimed

Kingdoms fell; Tyrants too

The desert sands speak

The desert winds whisper

Truth will triumph

The desert maid will return

Travellers travel bringing news

Of political developments,

I hear of miseries

Of families without income

Of fear of hunger

I hear

And my own suffering retreats

Days pass

Life passes

I am shackled

To the dream of democracy

Unhappy are the days

Far from Malir and Multan

Far from Mardan and Makran

My countrymen are far

No one can reproach them

For they stand strong

As the October elections showed

One day I will recall these days

And forget the pain

One day I will recall these days

When political storms roared

When thundering threats filled the air

One day I will recall these days

Knowing my commitment to my land

Was purified and sustained.

I think of those exiled

from their homelands

In Los Angeles, London, Dubai

Of the days they pass

Some in despair,

Some in frustration

Some with determination

The seasons change

My face with them

Theirs too

Will my fellow villagers recognise

A face

Reflecting the seasons of fate

Night falls

The world sleeps

Darkness fills the air

I raise both my hands

And ask my children

To raise their little hands

Marvi, of Maru and Malir,

In the mists of time

She raised her hands

While the world slept

To God

Full of hope

Praying to see her homeland

Marvi,

We raise our hands

As you raised yours

To God

In hope

For the homeland

I was born in

Buried my Father

Buried my brother

Married

Had my children

Served a Nation

Helped a people

Without telephone or electricity

Computers or emails

Polio drops or iodine

Enter the modern age

But the bullets were fired

Piercing my tall and handsome Brother

His precious blood on the pavement fell

Where once we walked

The angels came

And took him away

To my Father and my Brother

As the Martyrs watched

In July we met

His warm embrace I recall

In the chandeliered Prime Minister's Hall

His special goodbye as he left

His voice on the phone

When we talked

As family members do

The phone came

It spoke of bullets fired

Of Murtaza wounded

I took a plane

With Holy Book in Hand

To the Hospital where he lay

God, do not take

The brother that I love

It was too late

He was gone

Again I buried a brother

The killers buried the Government

Husband was imprisoned

Tiny children exiled

With ailing grandmother

Midnight raids and imprisonment

Torture and terror

Perjury and Perversion

Billions spent on false cases

On propaganda

Psy war and special operations

On a Mother

Courts cal liberated

With different orders

Caught flights daily

From one to the other

Lahore to Rawalpindi

Then to Karachi

The persecutors fell

In divine retribution

The military marched In

Hear the wind

It carries the sound

Of horses that galloped

Of caravans that came

Of tanks that rumbled

Of planes that flew

Before the torch of time

Was passed

As history's pendulum swung

The desert wind calls

Marvi calls

A timeless call

A call

The desert wind carries.

Children: Hear the desert wind

Hear it whisper

Have faith

We will win

Benazir Bhutto

June 21, 2003

THE SEA OF SUPPORT_ FOR DEMOCRACY AND THE OTHER NAME OF DEMOCRACY_ BENAZIR BHUTTO

2010-04-26T06:20:00.000-07:00

“"Jeevay, jeevay, Bhutto jeevay! Live, live, Bhutto live!" the crowds roared
in Punjabi, a sentiment that just three months before would have cost them
rigorous imprisonment and lashes. "Munjhe bhen, thunje bhen, Benazir—My
sister, your sister, Benazir," others called out in Sindhi. There were slogans in
Urdu, in Pashto, in every dialect of every region in Pakistan. "Benazir, ay gi,
Inqilab ly gi—Benazir will come, revolution will come," our supporters had said
before my return. Now they called out loudly, "Benazir ay hai, inqilab ly hai—
Benazir has come, revolution has come." When I waved, the crowds waved.
When I clapped my hands over my head as my father had done, the crowds
clapped back, their upraised arms undulating like ripples on a vast field of wheat.”

The 10th of April, 1986 was a red letter day in the history of Pakistan, so was it in the history of the world_ when it witnessed the gallant leader_ the Daughter of Destiny, who had lost her father and young brother _ both of them, who had laid down their lives, fighting for the rights of their people during the Martial Law of Ayub Khan and this day, the daughter of a martyred father stood on the same soil of Pakistan, aiming to fulfill the dreams of her father and provide “Bread , Clothing and Shelter” to the people of her state_ She returned to provide justice to all_ to hand over the power to her people_ Yes, to give every authority to the commons of her state _ Although, she knew of all possible threats in the way of her ambitions and of course, at this time too, the same Zia ul Haq was ruling Pakistan_ Benazir came and she came with a hope_ a hope of a bright and glorious future_ of remarkable moments_ of continuing the legacy of her father_ of bringing an era of prosperity in her state_ Yes! It was the courage of Benazir and only Benazir Bhutto.

That great moment_ when Benazir stepped on the soil of her belated Pakistan were indeed, unforgettable ones _ The huge sea of support for the woman of century, who was at last, back to her own land, after years of sufferings _ of prison, of exile, of house imprisonment, but one thing remained evident that Benazir Bhutto was never going to quit_ She was never going to stay back from her commitment to bringing democracy_ The rule of the people, for the people and by the people in Pakistan. The support of the crowds was marvelous_ Every eye was waiting to catch a glimpse of her _ every ear, impatient to listen a few words from her and the soil of Pakistan _ waiting desperately to fell the touch of Benazir’s feet on its domain _ that was the day of celebration_ Finally, the people felt a relief after their decade of suffering under the government, based on the lame slogan of Narai Haq, Zia ul Haq…This day, even his supporters forgot that slogan and raised their voice with the patriots, Narai Bhutto, Jeay Bhutto….

“Home. I was home. As I stepped onto Pakistani soil, I paused to feel the
earth under my feet, to breathe the air of which I was a part. I had flown into
Lahore many times. I had spent many happy times here. But it was also the city
where my father had been condemned to death. Now I was coming back to
challenge his murderer, the general who had committed high treason by
overthrowing the Constitution.”

Benazir Bhutto _ who was by this time, the emblem of democracy . a symbol of people’s power and federation _ who by this time had faced all cruelties_ every torture, but stood firm on her manifesto “ Islam is our religion. Democracy is our policy. Socialism is our economy. All power to the people and Martyrdom is our destination”. The world of Pakistan had changed_ the horizon was roofed with the red, green and black flags of Pakistan Peoples Party _ The world was watching the sea of support for democracy _ which could not be failed by the dictator of the time Zia ul Haq, _ who was by the time, too poor _ Yes….. He was too weak to resist the choice and want of the people_ for every heart, every voice cried out BENAZIR, BENAZIR_ BENAZIR_ SARAY SOBO KI ZANJEER_ PHOLO KI MEHAK BENAZIR, and BULBUL KI CHEHAK BENAZIR……

“There are moments in life which are not possible to describe. My return to
Lahore was one of them. The sea of humanity lining the roads, jammed on
balconies and roofs, wedged in trees and on lampposts, walking alongside the
truck, and stretching back across the fields, was more like an ocean. The eight mile
drive from the airport to the Minar-i-Pakistan in Iqbal Park usually takes
fifteen minutes. On the unbelievable day of April 10, 1986, it took us ten hours.
The figure of one million people at the airport grew to two million, then three
million by the time we reached the Minar-i-Pakistan.
Hundreds of colored balloons soared into the sky as the airport gates
opened. Rose petals, not tear gas, filled the air, showering onto the truck until
they rose above my ankles. Garlands of flowers flew through the air. I saw a girl
whose brother had been hanged and threw a garland to her. More garlands were
thrown onto the truck, as were hundreds of handmade dupattas and shawls. I put
one dupatta after another on my head and slung others on my shoulder. When
we passed former political prisoners I recognized in the throng, I threw flowers
and the embroidered cloths to them as well as to the families of those who had
been hanged or tortured, and the young and very old women who lined the route.
The black, green, and red colors of the PPP seemed the only colors in
Lahore that day. PPP banners and flags billowed in the dry, hot breeze until they
formed an almost continuous canopy. People were wearing red, green, and black
vests, dupattas, shalwar khameez, hats. Donkeys and water buffalo had PPP
ribbons braided into their manes and tails. The same colors rimmed photographs
and posters of my father, my mother, my brothers, me.”

Everything had changed _ All foes of democracy had gone into sixes and sevens, after seeing the gigantic crowd of millions of people_ waiting for Benazir and giving a warm welcome to Benazir_ Promising to stay with her_ swearing to support her under all circumstances_ The Pakistan Peoples Party became the unanimous voice of the people of Pakistan_ The opponents of Pakistan Peoples Party too were compelled to call out ZINDA HAI BHUTTO ZINDA HAI, seeing that deep love for Bhutto ism among the hearts of the people.

Long Live Benazir Bhutto.

Regards,
Saria Benazir.

I give it one name………_Benazir Bhutto _Saria Benazir

2010-04-26T05:57:00.000-07:00

To all my pledges,
I give one name,
To all my adore,
I give one name….

To my audacity,
I give one name,
To my ascend,
I give it one name,
To my struggle,
I give only one name…

To my amusement,
To my ecstasy,
To my elation,
To my smirk,
To every spring in my life,
I give one name…….

To my every slash,
To my all vocation,
To my near,
And all from me distant,
To everything, for me lucid,
I give one name…….

To every present in my life,
To all that had been the precedent,
To all, that is evident in opportunity,
To all noticeable,
To all I know,
To all, I can’t catch sight of,
To all, I can’t distinguish,
To all, I feel hard to depict,
To all, I say with smugness,
I give it one name………..

To my high contemplations,
Or care for under dumped,
To my far reaching desires,
To my mind, catching glare of sky,
And my heart, rolling down on ground,
To my feelings in the soil,
To my love in my own native ….

To everything, I want to speak,
To everything, I fail to respond,
To everything, that gives me happiness,
To everything,that gives me hope,
To everything, that gives me a perspective of life,
To everything, that takes me in my life,
I give it one name…………

To all my contentment,
To my destination,
To my real place,
I give it one name………..

To every jiffy I have spent,
To all my verve,
To my bereavement,
I give it a single name,
Yes,
“BENAZIR”, You made it.
You made me inclusive!

By Saria.
April 23,2010
8:45AM

BUT WE LOST A GREAT MOTHER……!!!!_ Saria Benazir

2010-03-24T06:04:00.000-07:00

Mother love is the fuel that enables a normal human being to do the impossible.
Hold around your own self & let’s all give a view to our own lives_ what a mother holds in it or what’s life without her... and yes!!! The significance of mother cannot be denied in any facet of life. Motherhood is that immense fortitude, which is worth than anything else in the world… Firstly, looking at our own selves, you can rightly guess the hurdles_ the difficulties, a mother faces in bringing her child up _ providing him all comforts and luxuries, she can_ from the first day of a child’s life, the person, closest to him is his mother_ a mother, who bears everything in the way of bringing her child up and later, spends all her energy, providing him good education_ in the character building of a child, there lies the most important hand of a mother and that’s why, may be, Allah gave place to the heaven, under the feet of mother.

The formative period for building character for eternity is in the nursery. The mother is queen of that realm and sways a scepter more potent than that of kings or priests.
Of course, sometimes, it becomes inevitable for a mother to be harsh with her children for the sake of the child’s welfare, even for the time being, this rudeness may seem bitter to the child. Some mothers are kissing mothers and some are scolding mothers, but it is love just the same, and most mothers kiss and scold together. Certainly, a mother is that most important person in our life, who builds up our life_ who guides us the way to eat, to walk, to speak, at a time, when we are not even aware of the world_ when we ourselves don’t even know about our surroundings…At this time, it is the mother, who holds her own hand with the child’s to enable him to live the life of a human being, because it is only knowledge that differentiates a human from an animal and thus, the first education of a child begins, not a school, but at home. An ounce of mother is worth a pound of clergy. The real religion of the world comes from women much more than from men - from mothers most of all, who carry the key of our souls in their bosoms.

A mother is the truest friend we have, when trials heavy and sudden, fall upon us; when adversity takes the place of prosperity; when friends who rejoice with us in our sunshine desert us; when trouble thickens around us, still will she cling to us, and endeavor by her kind precepts and counsels to dissipate the clouds of darkness, and cause peace to return to our hearts.A mother _ she’s that person, who leaves all her sumptuousness for the sake of her child_ thinking about his welfare, not for her own lavishness. When you are a mother, you are never really alone in your thoughts. A mother always has to think twice, once for herself and once for her child. To a mother, her everything_ her every joy, her every comfort, her every smile is associated with that of her kids. She _ who herself can sleep on a thorn’s bed, but would try all her best to give her child a roses one_ she, who herself can sleep without not taking even a single bite, but would try all her best to fill the hunger of her children_ such is the courage of mother, who herself can die, but would like to see her child to live a long life_ Such is the magnificence of a mother, who can give nations warriors like Ali, Muhammad Bin Qasim, martyrs for the cause of righteousness like Hassan and Hussain, and of course, such is the dignity of a mother, who can bless the world with leaders like Quaid e Awaam Shaheed Zulfiqar Ali Bhutto and the Daughter of East Mohtarma Benazir Bhutto.
A daughter is a mother's gender partner, her closest ally in the family confederacy, an extension of her self. And mothers are their daughters' role model, their biological and emotional road map, the arbiter of all their relationships and this is evident from the fact that we_ the Pakistani nation, who lost their Princess of Fortune Benazir Bhutto was the daughyer of a great mother and gave the world three gems in the form of Aseefa, Bakhtawar and Bilawal. This day_ I recall the greatness of the great mother_ THE MOTHER OF THE CENTURY BENAZIR BHUTTO, who, despite so tough_ the life of a politician_ the life of a woman, struggling for giving rights to the people of her nation & on the other hand, carrying the responsibilities of caring for her children_ giving them love of both_ a mother and a father, during the time, her husband was in prison and along with that, dealing with all the cases, looking after her ill mother and further more, keeping an eye on her party_ Despite such severe circumstances, she gave adequate time to the character building of her children and provided them the best opportunities of education_ and after all, of becoming patriotic Pakistanis and lovers of human race.

The tie which links mother and child is of such pure and immaculate strength as to be never violated. This day, if the world witnesses such a young child, speaking out in the voice of a gallant Bilawal Bhutto Zardari for democracy, its all because of Benazeer Bhutto….if the world sees a young Aseefa Bhutto Zardari, committed to eradicate polio from Pakistan, as envisioned by her mother, its credit too goes to Mohtarma Benazir Bhutto and when the world looks to the benign Bakhtawar Bhutto Zardari, holding with her, concern for her people, its all because of Benazir Bhutto!!!!

That dark_ the worst December 27, 2007, which snatched from the world, not only a great politician, but of course, the most passionate mother _ indeed, the best human being…I wonder, how life goes without her and how do those three kids live without her..???

LOVE YOU BIBI!!!!!
YOU’RE CERTAINLY THE GREATEST MOTHER, THE WORLD HAS LOST!!!

LONG LIVE SHAHEED MOHTARMA BENAZIR BHUTTO!!!

THE WOMAN OF CENTURY _ MOHTARMA BENAZIR BHUTTO_ Saria Benazir

2010-03-24T05:55:00.000-07:00

The world might not have elapsed _ it might not have clogged its eyes to the darkest moments , time added to history_ the world, today too, calls only Benazir by the name “Benazir”, for today too, she is Benazir…..Benazir in every facet of life, Benazir in audacity, Benazir in exquisiteness , Benazir as a leader, Benazir as a companion, Benazir as a daughter, Benazir, as a sister and Benazir as a mother_ She lived as Benazir and died as Benazir_ for in death too, she was Benazir. Let’s hold back to her life and glance at her as a daughter _ a daughter, too courteous & dedicated to her parents _ earnest to the words and visualization of her father that she_ Bhutto’s Pinky carried out her father’s mission at a time, when she herself was broken and a father _ how great trust, Mr Bhutto held on him, that from prison, he wrote to her and spoke of her that one day, his daughter “BENAZIR” would become “Benazir” in the history of the Sub- Continent, and Bibi Shaheed proved it, for she not only proved to be Benazir in the history of Indo Pak Sub Continent, but became Benazir in the history of the world!!!!!

The same daughter of ZA Bhutto and Nusrat Isphahani set aside on facing hardships during the Martial Law of Zia ul Haq and gave her mother a shoulder to cry on, and hope to her people for the revival of democracy. As a sister, Bibi was kind and benign From childhood, Mr Bhutto used to take her on different occasions with him and when he was out, she had to care for her family_ her younger brothers and sisters. She , _ in this relation too proved herself and supported her family through out. Benazir was that great sister, who lost her father at first, but still, kept on with her father’s mission. Later, she lost her brothers at the hands of the same people, who had murdered her father, but still, she did not give up her struggle for a democratic Pakistan.

As a wife too, Benazir was example less, for despite studying and spending major part of her life abroad, she loved the life of an Eastern woman and thus, as a wife lived like a traditional Muslim woman. , who always held with her love and care for her husband and indeed, as a mother too, no one can compete with Mohtarma Bhutto. Her lasting affection for Bilawal , Aseefa and Bakhtawar , she always gave priority to their education and well being and thus, at a time, when her husband was in prison, she alone stood in giving them all the comforts, a father could give to his children and therefore, along with it , Mohtarma Benazir Bhutto also gave emphasis on their religious education as well.

As a leader, Benazir was courageous, undaunted and of course, held with her an exampleless spirit_ She kept on with her political struggle and even, at the worst moments of her life did not give up. She went on with the thrash about of providing BREAD , CLOTHING AND SHELTER to her people and remained firm on her manifesto that Islam is our religion, Democracy is our policy, Socialism is our economy , All power to the people and Martyrdom is our destination. She proved It_ She , Benazir, always kept with her , love for children, old, poor, depressed and the under privileged. She loved her land and could never stay away from it and as a politician, her career is hidden from none. The first ever female Prime Minister of the Muslim World_ and was twice elected for the post_ The same Benazir, when stepped on her land on October 18, 2007, it seemed that a barren part of land had got some water, yet, she kept on struggling to provide all that to her people , for what was her father’s aim…for what his two young brothers were assassinated_ Benazir Bhutto, too, at last, laid down her life in her struggle for accomplishing the same vision.

This day, the world has not only lost a leader _ a politician of high caliber, but of course, the best mother , the world has lost , Who can compensate for her to Aseefa, Bakhtawar and Bilawal…???? The best sister, Can anyone compensate for her to Sanam???? The best wife, can anyone compensate for her to Asif ??? Of course, the best daughter…Can anyone …………….anyone , compensate for her to Nusrat,….???Precisely not….and Yes!!!The best woman, the world has lost….

The Women’s Day seems too empty without her….!!!!!!

We miss you Mohtarma Benazir Bhutto.

LONG LIVE BENAZIRISM!!!!!

AND THIS IS A FACT........_Saria Benazir

2010-02-23T08:16:00.001-08:00

The words, quoted in my tears _ the tears of a supporter of democracy…..these excruciating, but most retarding moments of my life compel me to realize that life is nothing, more than a game of whist _ We have no time to sit or stand. Years ago, the founder of Pakistan Peoples Party Quaid e Awaam Shaheed Zulfiqar Ali Bhutto spoke in the voice of the natives of his land and promised to provide “Bread, Clothing & Shelter” to his people………………..The man, who ought to make his country a well developed country and provide it with all out opportunities to flourish_ and vowed to give it that strength and prosperity, which is not the destiny of every nation . Today, even a common citizen _ an un educated person or a person,. Who does not even posses the least awareness about politics may be well aware of Shaheed Bhutto’s measures for him . i.e. he devoted his life to the poor and redundant population . Still,. The long way of struggle……………….., those obstacles, which made an important, but undeniable part of his life force the world to call out & after seeing the great INJUSTICE on the name of FAIR PLAY :-

“SULAA DIAA THAA JISSAY ZINDAA MAY TUM NAY LOGO,
USSAY WAQT KI PUKAR JIGAAYAAI GII”.

What a greater proof of it can be that this day too, every single person from every corner of the world believes and calls out that Bhutto is alive.

Continuing with the same mission of accomplishing the vision of Quaid e Awaam Shaheed Zulfiqar Ali Bhutto, the Daughter of Destiny Shaheed Mohtarma Benazir Bhutto moved with the same identity of a red legacy, a blood filled way , known to be the flag bearer of Pakistan Peoples Party. The Martial law of Ayub Khan , the conspiracies of Gen Ishaq Khan or Farooq Laghari _ Was that all too enough for vanishing the name of Bhutto or Benazir or PPP from the pages of history…???Too horrible moments , did she face , but ever did she lay down her aims??? Did she stop moving towards her desination??? Did she……….??
OF COURSE….Not!!!

The golden days of Pakistan’s history which turned into the darkest ones, when Bibi’s Government was snatched from her and she was compelled to leave Pakistan. i. e to adopt exile. That was done to remove her from the path of politics , but certainly, that efoort was fruitless too…..Obviously. Didn’t even work out to the worst…!!!The world writes in its records, the golden. The bright sun rise of October 18 , 2007, when despite knowing of all the possible threats …… but possible, yet evident mishaps, the Daughter of Destiny stepped on her motherland after eight years of exile , stood amidst her supporters on the land of her ancestors.

There came the darkest sunset too. The woman , who had left her children , her family for the sake of her motherland was brutally murdered…..The Bhutto’s Pinky now resides in the flower beds of the soil of Garhi Khuda Bux Bhutto. In the same graveyard of martyrs, _ the place, reserved only for democracy lovers…… only for revolutionaries_ merely for those , who feel the plight of the poor and down trodden……!!!!

This day , despite the same blood lying on the same soil. Too evident, yet , the spirit of Bhuttoism is not lost. Democracy survived and thus, Pakistan survived only after our President Zardari called out Pakistan Khappay and today, if our party is ruling, it has the complete right to rule because the history of PPP’s struggle is certainly too long and today too, attempts are being made to harm the federation – either by taking support from army , from media or from judiciary , or making assassination attempts , the PPP ‘s Government will surely survive and the world must remember that this day too, PPP is the largest political body of Pakistan and of course, the young leadership and the nascent generation is too brave to call out , accept and yes, ready for

“Sar chahiyai, Sar Hum Dai Gaay,
Khoon Chahiyai, Khoon Hum Dai Gaay,
Jaan Chahiyai , Jaan Hum Dai Gaay”.

LONG LIVE BENAZIRISM

THESE ARE THE COURTS & YES!!!THIS IS THE JUSTICE …_Saria Benazir

2010-02-23T08:08:00.000-08:00

Today , the democracy is being challenged in the courts, those cases, which stayed unproved after years of exploration are being opened again & people, who themselves took illegal steps in the past , this day speak of law & justice & threaten the governments by strikes….!!! Still, despite this, they speak of not harming the people’s government or federation…….!!! Oh God! These people even don’t know that their greatest fear is democracy…… but fairly, the government of Pakistan Peoples Party.

Yes!! This day , these people speak of honest and fair dealings and even insist that the President should even punished , if found guilty , rather if the President is from PPP, he should not be spared even if he’s innocent.,. That’s absolutely their nightmare now…..!!As far as the immunity of the President is concerned, the parliament has granted it. It is not you or me, who have done so. On one side, they speak about honest and fair dealings…of the restoration of the constitution and the supremacy of the parliament….They themselves speak so and yet, are even unaware of the constitution.

In fact, democracy has over years being challenged in Pakistan and yes, when it is the Government of Pakistan Peoples Party, the tyrants can hardly face it and try all their best to search for a General Zia, Farooq Laghari or someone like them and of course, dictatorship and its affiliation with Pakistani politics is even well known to a lay man. When looking around and in our past, we see the judges, giving statements of death to the innocent ones, without adequate proofs. That was also so called justice and yes, in their books of law, this is the genuine essence of justice……..!!!!That judicial murder of April 4 might have been forgotten by those….who committed it. But not by the world, that has hatred towards the name of that dictator and those judges…for all they can judge is the amount of bribe, they are offered………nothing else!!!!!!

People and yes, today, whatever they hear and yet are silent over those hideous deeds…judges….judiciary….Chief Justice….What the crap is it…..Chief Justice has the power to reject the notifications of the President, and to consider him guilty and not capable. Yet, worthy of being the President, so , therefore, why don’t they simply say that the Chief Justice should be the President…..he has the right to hit any leader and to himself rule the state according to his own will…….I simply can’t understand, why these judges only have problem with the Govt of PPP………WHY….????????What is the real fault of PPP, for which it is being punished over decades… Was it founded only for giving blood??????

The President has always been the figure head of facing courts. yes, an emblem of giving sacrifices, during the time, when our leader Shaheed Benazir Bhutto was the PM and at times, when her Government had been deteriorated in the wake of the same charges and of course, the same courts of Pakistan and it was the same Asif Ali Zardari, who spent years in prison , but no court could prove even a single corruption charge against him and today, if he is the President, he has the right to be so , for the sacrifices , he gave for the sake of Pakistan and democracy are too numerous , yet, too heart taking that there exist no words to describe them and yet, the words are unable to imbibe that struggle. The same courts are today, standing against the President of the state….the same judges, who could not even get justice for themselves and the same judges, who are and were the staunch supporters of the corrupt governments and took oath under black laws……the same judges, who begged democratic powers for their restoration…Pity on them…..It was my party PPP _ It was my leadership, which faced prisons for them_ My party workers, which gave their blood for them & the same PPP’s Government, which restored them and today, the Chief Justice speaks of the President being guilty_ The same person, who gave the sacrifice of his wife for them_ With which face , which tongue, does he speak of the SWISS CASES….OH!!! they could not prove them in decades and the mighty Chief Justice may have a magic stick to prove it in a split of second…That is not going to work out this time.
Well, after all, only this is the real face of Pakistani judiciary, which can take life of a Prime Minister at the cost of bribe and make all out efforts to harm democracy….

Our country is moving towards a JUDICIAL DICTATORSHIP…..but indeed, Pakistan Peoples Party won't let it happen. We would support our President under all circumstances and any attempt to harm his Government may bring a big revolution _ A revolution, dissipating “DICTATORSHIP” from the face of Pakistan.

Long Live Bhutto.
Long Live Zardari.
Pakistan Khappay..!!

Bhutto _ the Legend _ Saria Benazir

2010-01-16T05:42:00.000-08:00

The history of Bhutto family is a fable of struggle & sacrifices, the family, that has its roots in the people of Pakistan and the relation between the Bhutto family and Pakistan is somewhat like a fish, which cannot stay without water. Similar is the case with Bhutto family that has from the very first day, fought for the rights of the people of Pakistan, and if we go deep into the history, we’d come across the Bhutto family’s inevitable role in the creation of Pakistan. The world witnessed Quaid e Azam, who by his tireless efforts founded Pakistan and after the splitting of this Pakistan into pieces, it was Shaheed Zulfiqar Ali Bhutto, who founded a new Pakistan. Those dark nights of December 1971, anxiety everywhere, the voice of the bullets and enemy attacks…..where was the country moving towards. Absolute destruction…Conspiracies had further worsened the situation and then the declaration of Bangladesh as an independent state made it all a situation too horrible to ignore…..What had the Pakistan army done…????? We had lost half of our land and still, the dictators ruling the country could not do anything to improve the situation or to help avoid any partitions. Pakistan was almost finished …. Not only had a new country Bangladesh come into being, but thousands of acres of land from West Pakistan too went into the control of India. It was at this time, Pakistan got an angel in the form of Quaid e Awaam Zulfiqar Ali Bhutto.

It was the time, when Pakistan had reached very low ebb. The issue of Kashmir had not been solved for years. No one was there to think for the rights of the people of the country, but when Zulfiqar Ali Bhutto came into power, the first thing he did was to reform the administration of the country. For this purpose, he also removed some of the corrupt chiefs from the army and a new post “Chief of Army Staff” was introduced. After the 1971 War, thousands of Pakistani soldiers were taken as captives by the Indian army. Zulfiqar Ali Bhutto then signed the Simla Agreement with the Indian Prime Minster Miss Indira Gandhi. Thus, Shaheed Zulfiqar Ali Bhutto succeeded in bringing back the 90,000 prisoners of wars back to their land. Similarly, he also worked to improve the conditions of the laborers by allowing them to form unions and organizing their work hours, so that they get adequate remuneration for their services. Land reforms were introduced, providing security to the tenants and putting an end to the prevailing Zameendar system. Other than that , numerous reforms were made in the field of education , agriculture and health . Brand names were removed from the medicines and doctors and nurses sent to far flanged village to provide health facilities to the people. Moreover, the industrial development too doubled during the Bhutto’s era. Pakistan Steel Mill was established with the co operation of the USSR.It was also Shaheed Zulfiqar Ali Bhutto, who gave Pakistan a constitution, which fulfilled the requirements of the country’s administration….Oh!!! Pity on these dictators, who could not even set up a constitution in their long decades of rule. Pakistan moved into a new era of prosperity. There came a time, when the nascent state became the centre of the world’s concern. Pakistan’s foreign policy entered a glorious decade. The World’s largest Islamic Summit Conference was held in Lahore, during the time of Bhutto to show Muslim strength and unity. Pakistan entered into an example less Friendship and co operation with China. Relations with the Muslim World reached a magnificent point of brotherhood & fraternity. Relations with the Western world, USSR & India also improved.

Shaheed Zulfiqar Ali Bhutto was of the view that the UNO should change its stance & work for the welfare of the world. His speech at the Security Council became very famous: “My country hearkens for me. Why should I waste my time here in the Security Council”? Zulfiqar Ali Bhutto possessed an amazing speaking power. He always spoke for the people & in the voice of the people. He suffered great hardships for the sake of a democratic Pakistan. He faced the prisons during Ayub Khan and Zia ul Haq’s era, but never dealt on regulations. He gave up his life in his struggling for completing his promise to provide Bread, Clothing & Shelter to the people of Pakistan. His head was cut off, but he did bow it in front of a dictator.

Sulaa Diaa jisay Zindaa may tum nay logo,
Ussay waqt ki pukar jiggayai gii………………

Long Live Bhutto. Long Live PPP.
“Indeed, this blood won’t go waste”.

The beginning of the revolution ……….._ Saria Benazir

2010-01-16T05:01:00.000-08:00

Implicit to the political changes taking place in our society _ new-fangled marvels, innovative proceedings and much more _ The world still goes far back into the era , where there was not even the least democracy in Pakistan_ Martial Law under Ayub Khan had snatched every possibility of a democratic state . Over it, the Presidential form of Government and the formation of a new Constitution _ an imposed law (by force) on the people _ The Electoral College _ completely putrid, without even a silhouette of democracy. Over it, the respect, given to the founder of country’s sister _ the woman who played a vital part in the formation of Pakistan Mohtarma Fatima Jinnah is not even hidden from anyone & further more, over the rigging in elections, the massive protests killing hundreds of people least bothered the dictators. The economy, which was deteriorating day by day & still being claimed to have increased at the highest rate in South Asia _ Was that something less than a bunch of baloney….???? Obviously not!!!!! Pakistan witnessed one of the worst decades in its history during the Martial Law of Ayub Khan…the decade in which democracy seemed to have whipped from the face of the country known as the Islamic Republic of Pakistan forever……..

The poor of Pakistan were being deprived of their rights and the country became an airbase for the American planes to carry out their spy activities in Russia, that strained Pak – USSR relations. In the same era, the country went on war with India and the Government too helpless…too weak to resist the enemy’s attack sufficiently and whose era was that….????Of Ayub Khan …who claimed to have brought the Green Revolution in Pakistan…Just look over the number of poor families did it help????Of course, not even one. The worst form of corruption and tyranny…….The leader. The so- called President who could not even succeed to support the country and protect its image internationally…..!!!!This was the era of General Ayub …… who sowed the seeds of discontent among the people of East Pakistan by snatching their rights from them….pity on the autobiography he wrote “Friends, not masters” – the real reflection of a Pakistani dictator.

It was the time; Pakistan was blessed with the pride of Asia, Quaid e Awaam and the founder of the largest political party of Pakistan Shaheed Zulfiqar Ali Bhutto. He in his years as the foreign minister continued to work to improve the political image of Pakistan all over the world and in each and every forum supported Pakistan’s stance. He cleared Pakistan’s position over Kashmir in the United Nations and when saw Ayub’s government going against the desires of the people resigned and thereby, despite facing lots of oppositions ….bribes…..threats, on November 25, l967 , Pakistan Peoples Party was founded , intending to provide ‘Bread , Clothing and Shelter’ to the people of Pakistan. These were the basic needs of life but most of the people did not possess even them. From the city of Lahore, Pakistan Peoples Party started its struggle for the rights of the people of Pakistan. The party’s manifesto was ‘Islam is our religion .Democracy is our policy. Socialism is our economy and all power to the people’.

The party, despite facing too much hurdles did not give up its struggle for a democratic Pakistan. Assassination attempts were made on Quaid e Awaam and ever since, every measure was taken to stop him to work for the rights of the poor and depressed people of Pakistan…………..Shaheed Zulfiqar Ali Bhutto and other PPP leaders were arrested and put in prisons. The people went on roads to protest these illegal punishments. Women, who went on protests used to carry a shopper with them, for during protests, for gases were thrown at them and a moment came, when the soldiers were compelled to beat the women who were protesting , but the soldiers not only refused to do so , rather bowed before such women , who were raising their voice for their people. It was , but the support of people , followed by belief in success that this day , Pakistan Peoples Party has become the unanimous voice of the people of Pakistan and in its struggle , it lost its workers…..it lost its leaders….We lost our founder Chairman Quaid e Awaam Shaheed Zulfiqar Ali Bhutto and our beloved leader Shaheed Mohtarma Benazir Bhutto. Our Co Chairman spent years in prison, got his tongue cut off just for the revival of a democratic process, but this revolution and long political struggle conveys it to our opponents that revolutions in Pakistan for democracy were brought by PPP and indeed, it is only PPP that is destined to rule the country because PPP is the only Savior of Pakistan.

Long Live Bhuttoism & PPP.
PAKISTAN KHAPPAY!!!

30th December, 2007 _The arrival of a new “Bhutto” in politics

2009-12-30T21:52:00.000-08:00

When everything seemed to have changed, every life, which had taken a new turn after the events of December 2007, resulting in the assassination of Shaheed Mohtarma Benazir Bhutto, the world had become bleak. The vision of a democratic Pakistan appeared to have been masked under tones of sludge. The cries of partition had snatched peace from Pakistani locals and the foes of democracy started to consider this a great victory of them. Nevertheless, democracy has always faced serious challenges here and it is the Bhutto family that has been working for a democratic Pakistan under all the circumstances. When there laid too many hopes with Shaheed Bibi ,but a dark afternoon…that split of second snatched it all….The reality was still under wraps , rather every instant , the reports were changed and the government of the time _ to foolish enough to under that their claims had no legs to stand on. They were nothing……just a bunch of malarkey. Then to their utmost surprise, the voice of “PAKISTAN KHAPPAY”, after a wave of pledges to separate Sindh from Pakistan saved the nation from another December, 1971.

The world had left President Zardari and his children all helpless. Who was there to give them a shoulder to cry on, when his supporters were themselves in need of it..????? Again, the oppressors witnessed the courage of Bhutto, Whose legacy can never finish. With the assassination of Benazir Bhutto, the rumors crying that PPP had deteriorated came as another big issue to deal with. At the same spot, amidst those bewilderments, a new BHUTTO entered politics, under the same red, green and black flag…….Bilawal Bhutto Zardari , who was at the time only a 19 year old Bilawal Zardari , studying history & politics in Christ Church , Oxford entered a blood filled legacy by adding the name of Bhutto to his own _ thus making the same red history , his own identity and thereby the youngest ever Chairman of Pakistan Peoples Party started his struggle to complete the same vision , for which his mother Shaheed Benazir Bhutto had laid down her life.
When courage, love, determination and passion all become the same, getting the creeps is something least bothering. In his very first press conference, Bilawal Bhutto Zardari repeated the words of his mother and thus, proved that Bhuttoism cannot be vanished from the very face of the globe. “My mother always used to say that democracy is the greatest revenge”. His words appeared to be the revival of the hope, the world had lost. He was elected as the CM of PPP by the unanimous support from all the provinces of Pakistan and thus , the Bhutto’s son saved Pakistan from drowning into that deep sea , from where , there’s no way to retreat. Thereby, he changed the destiny of a nation, which was moving towards absolute destruction.

In his talks, Bilawal Bhutto Zardari proved to be a true follower of the Bhutto legacy & the son of the great mother _ The Daughter of Destiny. Indeed, he is fated to be the future Prime Minister of Pakistan. Long Live PPP & Bhuttoism.

“This was not handed over to me like some piece of furniture. The party asked me to do it & I did”.

Regards,
Saria.

2 YEARS GONE, BUT STILL THE SAME HEARTACHE!!! _ Saria Benazir

2009-12-27T03:32:00.001-08:00

The 27th afternoon of December, 2007 _ a catastrophic episode _ scarlet was the firmament _ crimson was the boulevard _ and a Bhutto’s blood……….vanished there the underlying anticipate of an autonomous Pakistan …………a calamity!!! O No!!!!!The horizon was roofed with red, green and black flags of democracy……Universe witnessed another Karbala in Pakistan.....war of right , against prejudice , totalitarianism and the tenets adjacent to the edicts of the Initiator. The daughter of a martyred father, the sister of martyred brothers _ Mohtarma Benazeer Bhutto amidst her cohorts _ thousands of her countrymen in the blood thirsty terrain of Pakistan _ elevated her voice for the people of her homeland, .It was in the same land, where laid the blood of her father Shaheed Zulfiqar Ali Bhutto, who gave up his life in his struggle to make Pakistan one of the strongest nations of the world and this day , his daughter Benazeer Bhutto was standing to prolong with the same resist and shield this soil from falling into the clutches of the dictators_ her lexis , crammed with audacity and optimism _ a pledge of an innovative and affluent Pakistan….a crack of dawn after protracted years of melancholy and dusk. The world echoed with the sound of “Jeay Bhutto” _ the slogan of democrats.

Benazeer Bhutto _ who was looking as graceful that day as ever _ the hope on her face was as immense as ever _ the way, she spoke, as she knew that her land was begging her for blood & she had accepted that willingly_ the way she waved all _ as she was leaving them forever & stood surrounded by her people for the very last time……The world yearned for her, her supporters were eager to protect her at the cost of their own lives. The destiny was quite diverse………..As soon as the clock reached 5:52 am , the sky became as red as was it on the day of Karbala , the mountains were bending , as if they were paying homage to her _ the voice of the bullets ….a blast …..O GOD!!!What’s this???? “MY LORD!!! I BEG YOU!!!MY LEADER!!!MY LEADER!!!MY BENAZEER BHUTTO!!!O NO!!!NO!!!I CAN’T BELIEVE!!!I CAN’T!!!I’D NEVER!!!!!” cried me, as I heard that Benazeer Bhutto Shaheed had been assassinated……..my world, that laid with her, my every heart beat, that was associated with her had left the world , just in the split of a second! For a while, everything seemed to be wrapped in gloom and anxiety…My leader had left the world, but that was all, I could never accept. Her huge sea of supporters, the people of Pakistan, who had lost their last hope _Benazeer Bhutto, thought no other reason to survive. The Daughter of Destiny had added her blood to the huge sea of Bhutto’s blood filled legacy.

That Thursday _ those moments …. Too unforgettable!!!!SADA JEAY BHUTTO……..Bibi…who was waving her followers _ for those were her last flashes …last breaths….My eyes start glistening with tears, the instant, she laid down her life_ for Pakistan, fighting for the underprivileged, redundant, hunger stricken, cloth less and shelter less people of Pakistan….That day left indelible marks not only in the annals of Pakistan’s history, but in the narrations of the entire world. That night, when Pakistan had gone into night for ever…….and her funeral…that took away all the wishes, but NAY!!! That wasn’t just mere truth , but one of the greatest fact……She wasn’t buried under the mud , but under flower beds…..She wasn’t dead , but got an immortal life _ that life which is never to end…..She has become the undisputed voice of democracy , of the poor , of the down in the dumps _ anywhere in the world! Her democratic thrash about has become a role model for the entire world. She is indeed, a dazzling star on the horizon of the world of democracy.

The history of Pakistan Peoples Party and the Bhutto family is a long myth of struggle and sacrifices. Either it is the Rawalpindi Central Jail or the Liaqat Bagh, PPP has always stood first in struggle for a democratic system. Whatever the situations may be, wherever the world may go, the sacrifices of the Bhutto family would always be remembered. Those murders _ that blood may apparently seem to be a triumph for the dictators , but it is the martyrs for the sake of democracy , who are the real victors _ The Karbala takes place in every era , in every part of the world , where the high caliber is concealed & the malevolence reaches its climax , where the family of Ali laid down its life ……got their heads cut off as an alternative of bowing them in front of the will of the tyrant , and here in Pakistan , the Bhutto family gave their blood for strengthening their country….Adding their blood to the garden , which requires it to gain back the life of the flowers in it………The world has not forgotten , nature has not denied the very great monuments of December 27 , 2007 , when Benazeer Bhutto Shaheed gave her life , saving democracy. The words of Benazeer Bhutto have specified a new gist, added a new manifesto to the Bhutto bequest that “MARTYRDOM IS OUR DESTINATION”.

“Yai baazi Khoon ki baazi hay,
Yai baazi tum hi haro gay,
Har gar say Bhutto niklay gaa,
Tum kitnay Bhutto maro gay.”

LONG LIVE BENAZIRISM!!!!!

Those last moments……._ Saria Benazir

2009-12-27T03:17:00.001-08:00

Blazes of fire,
And high peaks,
Oh my Lord!!! Deep seas,
And heavy showers of rain,
Dark black clouds,
And still red drops of blood,
Visible on the green land……!!!

The princess of fortune,
Dressed in her favorite colors,
Loaded with white & red flowers,
Looking as elegant as ever,
The universe had witnessed,
My Lord! This scene never……

The world all looked too strange,
The reason_ that was out of my domain,
I searched all about for that,
Despite huge crowds,
Great chanting sounds,
Shadowed a unique silence,
Damaging my innersole,
Gossiping with others,
That seemed something,
Rather too impossible………

Gosh! Was I or the world?
Too helpless, but too hopeless,
The waves stood still,
O!!! What’s all this??
The heaven seemed too near,
Much near the earth,
My Lord!!! What’s all, I’m seeing,
Are my eyes open,
Or still, that’s just my nightmare…….

This afternoon, I’m seeing,
A bloody…My God!!!
A strange color in the sky,
Seeming that the desolation,
Was all that seemed inevitable?
I thereby see Karbala,
And then look at the Liaqat Bagh,
There , I see Ali’s family,
And here, I see Bhutto’s generation,
There , the universe witnessed Zainab’s courage,
And here, the heavens glared at Benazeer’s chivalry,
For she fought too gallantly,
Too frantically for democracy!!!!

Ah!!! Benazir…….
Benazir !! the daughter of Indus,
The daughter of destiny…..
Ah! She’s Bhutto’s daughter,
Whom the world calls,
The emblem of democracy……
That afternoon….of December , 2007,
OH MY GOD!
That day was also near Muharram,
My Lord !! I really can’t get……
The tremendous sea of Bibi’s supporters,
Benazeer,…..
Who was absolutely ‘ Benazeer’,
In her enigmatic personality,
In her zealous courage,
It was this Benazir,
Whom in Karbala, I see speaking valiantly,
Her voice striking every heart,
For those trenches of dictators,
Even started to tremble hard,
I see Benazir there,
Waving her beloved ones,
As if that was the last moment , together,
O NO! O NO!! NO!! NO!!!!
Was she moving too far apart,
Then I see her amidst her supporters,
I see that hue on her face,
As if she’d completed her mission,
MY LORD!!
She’d decided to give up her life…
For completing & continuing her vision,
A few seconds later,
The voice of bullets took away my heart,
O !! I can’t believe,
SARIA!!! Never even think of that,
Still, I see the gigantic support,
For Bibi , who was now Bibi Shaheed,
My eyes started glistening with tears,
Fair enough,…….I hear back,
ZINDA HAI BIBI …. ZINDA HAI…
At the same spot,
The universe witnessed the deep,
The deep meaning in her words,
For she knew this day,
She herself was ready for that,
Because this barren land was in great need of that,
“Yai baazi Khoon ki baazi hay,
Yai baazi tum hi haro gay,
Har gar say Bhutto niklay gaa,
Tum kitnay Bhutto maro gay.”

Two years have gone,
But still my eyes,
Hit back the same Thursday,
Same afternoon of December 27, 2007,
The same Karbala in Liaqat Bagh,
The same flower bedded grave,
In the soil of Garhi Khuda Bux,
Still, my heart refuses to accept,
That Bibi isn’t with us….

NIX…….She is always with us,
Always guiding us.,
And leading us,
For that’s true that,
“Martyrs never die”.
& Bibi Shaheed still rules the world,
From her grave.
“Zinda Hai Bibi , Zinda Hai”.
Dedicated to Shaheed Mohtarma Benazir Bhutto’s second death anniversary
By:- Saria.

Enclosed in my heart…………._ Saria Benazir

2009-12-26T06:43:00.000-08:00

Enclosed in my heart,
Are a few words?
Not merely words,
Some true,
Not merely true,
But accepted facts,
I try to unwrap that,
But those words,
Do never hold up the thoughts,
As do the words for that,
Exist not at all,
I explore them all around,
I look for that beloved one all about,
In thick woods,
In lofty mountains,
In deep seas,
In far reaching skies,
I glance at a way,
AW………!!!!
A way in the canopy,
The canopy of heavens,
The way, I saw,
Leading to high doors,
The door of paradise,
I still kept on looking,
My eyes catch sight…………….
Of all, I’d never imagined,
Never ever had thought to see,
Or witness the view of that beloved one,
After a dark Thursday afternoon,
Gosh!!! Was it a marvel…..???
Or was it my reverie,
Being irresolute, I retreated,
But that was all temporary,
O! NO! Heaven wanted me know that,
Ah!!! That was a blessing,
Someone was holding me,
Stopping me from moving further,
Into more anxiety or depression,
For all that wanted,
That wasn’t aggravation,
I turned back,
I heard a voice,
Full of bliss, rather optimism,
Aw!!! Still, I believe,
It’s not that envious,
Is it……???
“Saria….I am alive”.
My legacy is still,
Whatever you have to pursue,
My vision is what,
That has become your mission,
My dreams are what,
Today stand your aims,
Scrutinize the eyes of Aseefa,
Aw!!Contemplate over the words of Bakhtawar,
Have a view over the traits of Bilawal,
Once for a while,
Heaven gave me a great pleasure,
Too pleasurable to ignore,
“In the voice of my countrymen,
I’m still alive”.
“My beloved sons & daughters,
The hope of democracy,
The future of your country,
You’d have to……..,
Carry my bequest
Accomplish my apparition,
And never let my blood,
The blood of a martyr go desecrate….”

Thereby, shouted me,
My beloved leader is still alive…
Aw!!! She is still the ruler of hearts & minds.

dedicated to Shaheed Mohtarma Benazir Bhutto on her second death anniversary.
ZINDA HAI BIBI , ZINDA HAI.

Is it justice with the Iron Lady of Pakistan …………………?????_ Saria Benazir

2009-12-26T06:26:00.000-08:00

The years subsequent the underpinning of Pakistan _ a feudal dominated political system or the very foundation of it was laid on a feeble federation……..rather an utterly failure. Still, many problems remained ……the real dilemma was that of a scrawny administration…..fraudulent ruling class and their pro _dictator hallucination. Castles are built on ground , not in the air , the situate where there was not even a gloominess of democracy in any hike of life………where there was no voice of the poor, no opportunities for the unemployed , no courts for the depressed , no provision for the itinerant, no food for the starving and was still a democratic state……Changing of the Prime Minister became the inclination , following every season……One after the other , the duty of looting public wealth and wishes was carried on _ if not one ; the other,…The real objectives remained the same. Division of powers still remained an ambiguity and sovereignty for the provinces _ that was regarded, but totally unfeasible …..Where for years, the division of chattels of the old British India remained a vital issue, but not the welfare of the people….what a bitter disgrace that they, who saw the dreams of invading Kashmir and giving rights to those people _ the right of living independently couldn’t provide the same right to the people of their own state..................

Relations with India had reached a low ebb after the War of 1948 and that of 1965 , but the administration least bothered , for who were they to care for the commons of the state , leaving their own deep sleeps at night…….Then another great movement was carried out by the worthy General Ayub Khan _ Martial Law was declared , the constitution poised and the PRESIDENTIAL form of government imposed …………….88% of the assets of Pakistan remained with 21 families of Pakistan as a result of the “Green Revolution” brought by him and all those families belonged to the West Pakistan….The so called saviors of Pakistan themselves laid down their arms , instead of fighting against India in the war of 1971 and finally , they added bright colors to their dream of seeing East Pakistan a separate state. The world witnessed a revolution…..the revolution that was in confrontation with those existing customs and a party, aiming to revive democracy in the state was founded and the people of Pakistan gathered under the banner of Pakistan Peoples Party with the manifesto “Islam is our religion, democracy is our policy, socialism is our economy and all power to the people.”
The world was hopeless, but PPP gave it hope and brought the 90,000 prisoners of war back to the country and followed on to eradicate corruption from the society and re organizing the army, working to facilitate the laborers and students, and carrying out its promise of providing Bread, clothing & shelter to the people, but the remuneration which was given to them_ just blood and dark prison cells. The history witnessed another magnificent hero in the form of General Zia ul Haq , who killed democracy , but even after that , left no chance spare to vanish PPP……….The world might not have forgotten the living martyr Begum Nusrat Bhutto Isphahani , whose husband and then her both sons were murdered by the dictators………………..then the roads of Pakistan are the witnesses of those rallies and thereby Nusrat Bhutto facing constant physical and mental tortures ……..the prison became her dwelling and house arrest….that was something that became a part of her life _ the woman of power who faced every hardship standing alone with a handful of supporters, who besides a great politician was even more a great woman and mother….she is that lady , who after losing her husband lost her two young sons….how could she bear that???Was that in anyway less than a hell on earth….???? She is that woman, who faced courts first in Zia’s era and then during the government of Nawaz Sharif but didn’t leave hope & courage….Aw!!!! The words don’t subsist ever to pay tribute to the chivalry of that iron lady of Pakistan, who after becoming the victim of Alzheimer’s disease even lost her beloved “PINKY” but still is naive that she now resides under the soil of Garhi Khuda Bux Bhutto…………………but the judiciary of Pakistan is too blind to see her struggle and sacrifices. Pity on them and their NRO, who are unable to know the realities _ all they know, is just to fritter away the name of Bhutto and PPP , which they can never accomplish.
“JEAY BHUTTO, SADA JEAY”.
Regards,
Saria.

IF THERE WERE WORDS TO EXPLAIN THE MEANING OF BLOOD AND STRUGGLE?? _ Saria Benazir

2009-12-19T21:26:00.000-08:00

DEMOCRACY IN PAKISTAN _ Oh!! Stop day dreaming! Well, the obsession continues and the argument takes a new turn……Is it all a fairy tale??? But don’t bother about it. Democracy _ a simple utterance, but an enormous connotation, if nowhere else in the world, but is something of grave concern in the Islamic Democratic Republic of Pakistan. Today, our young generation solicits “Why are we amongst the so less developed inhabitants of the world?” “Was our country founded on Islamic ideology, where people have a voice in the affairs of the state, where there is equality & peace _ not bloodshed? Or was our country’s ideology “MIGHT IS MAIN”.O!!!! What is the counter or who is liable to account for the murder of our youth’s yearning to live as the owners of the state they belong to and get equal opportunities regardless of their caste, religion or political affiliations. Obviously, that’s no more behind the curtains……In a slip of tongue or in ink of pen; you can stumble on the retort to all your queries.

Rolling back the folios of our times gone by, you’d rather be traumatized to know that this democracy has been “THE FORBIDDEN FRUIT” for this nation. I wonder why??? What might be the reason for that? Further research on the topic opened up a list of factors too hard to ignore , that our extremism , inability to search for the facts , usability to family politics and leaders and the habit to live under suppression and the elite class….too selfish..O!! No….too coward to see someone in comparison to them and for them , their law states that poor are to be kept aside like a rubbish basket……..without any voice of their own and politics…..that resides in the furnished big drawing rooms , not in cottages. Whose fault is it???? No one is there to admit his own mistake.
Revolutions too are not a part of day after day existence, but once occur in centuries. Our nation, I’m too remorseful rather forlorn to say that we got the pearls of the world, but oblivious of their significance or worth, we mislaid them. The world might not have elapsed those sinister penitentiary cells and that 4th of April, when a revolutionary was hanged, just because of becoming the voice of democracy lovers, redundant, ravenous cloth less and shelter less people _ The gigantic remuneration to his starting the Nuclear Power Project to save this country was just prison _ a death statement and that also, without any attestation…..the greatest conspiracy of the era….The judges who were given price of their lie…their erroneous statements and their unfair verdict _ That was not unfair , but truly free and fair in that dictionary and those big books of law……..That was a real blessing on me that I came to know the meaning of justice in this establishment supervised society.
‘To live one day like a lion is better than to live hundred years like a jackal’ , but according to the grapevine , there’s no shortage of jackals and dogs in Pakistan….Once given a bone in mouth , they will prove to be a bone of contention in every matter concerned with their majesty’s order….OH !! HOW FAITHFUL?? MY GOD! TOO SINCERE! and further more , too devoted for their cause that they didn’t even spare the Daughter of Destiny _ The Daughter of that martyred revolutionary…..Who can interfere in God’s planning and strategy?? Added to their envy , their pig’s eye _ how could they see Pakistan , once again on the road to success and development…….for Benazir Bhutto _ the daughter of Quaid e Awaam , was the Prime Minister of a country called Pakistan _of a male dominated society. Every instance of suppressing her efforts,….. calling her an Indian or an Israeli bore no fruit…rather a greater disgrace to them…but again , the already sold courts of Pakistan , the judges who don’t know even a single word of English , but only ‘corruption’ used this valuable word to cease people’s power and rule. Asif Ali Zardari _ who had no other fault ,but joining ties with a blood filled legacy was continuously moved from one prison to another _ one court to the other and Benazir Bhutto alone had to struggle to prove them wrong. Years followed on , no case could be proved , neither Pakistani Government could do that or their mighty Swiss Government…….This time , they couldn’t use a court , thereby, used bullets to put an end to the voice of the students,poor,unemployed ,labors , poverty and hunger stricken people….The last words , the last moments were a memorable of a magnificent Pakistan , these powers snatched from us.
God is not that unfair , like people. Once again , democracy flourished under the leadership of President Asif Ali Zardari and attempts are being made to vanish it too, sometimes using the Sindhi Cap as a matter of concern or looking into years back files of unproved cases……or adding the names of PPP leaders in the list of NRO beneficiaries to harm the federation & democracy. But let these people be known _ these efforts are not going to play that vital part in achieving their ends..They should better remove the wool from their eyes before any surgery or rather consult any optician , if they are really facing any other problem accept PPP’s Government _ an emblem of people’s power.PPP is the symbol of federation.It has faced all courts in the past too & is ready to give any sacrifice for the sake of a democratic Pakistan.Let the world come out of their dreams to finish PPP because it has come to exist forever.

Yai baazi khoon ki baazi hay,
Yai baazi tum hi haro gay,
Har gar say Bhutto niklay gaa,
Tum kitnay Bhutto maro gay.

A HOPE......................_ Saria Benazir

2009-12-19T04:22:00.000-08:00

I remember and look two years back i.e the days following Mohtarma Benazir Bhutto's return to Pakistan in 2007.Those days;the golden days were where all I found was hope.For eight years,the disappointments,which had become a part of every Pakistani's life banished,as it was a miracle or by some magic spell.How can one,not only a Pakistani,but how can every civilized or distressed,a victim of cruelties,anywhere in the world forget the sun of the 18th of October,2007,which brought a new hope for the hunger stricken,cloth less,shelter less ,poor,unemployed and the depressed people of a nation _of a country,whose foundation was laid on the principles of Islam,which supports democracy & opposes every sort of dictatorship;but ever in its history,democracy wasn't given a chance to flourish or survive and those,who fought for democracy were made the worst examples for the future generations,whose future seemed to be wrapped in the dark curtains of dictator rule, that rule,where despite being a free citizen of a state,you aren't free_not free to chose your own leaders or to speak what's right or to demand for anything that you absolutely possess the right over.As John Foster Dulles writes "Dictatorship usually presents a formidable exterior.They seem,on the outside to be hard,glittering and irresistible.Within,they are full of rottness".No civilized nation,ever in the world speaks good of dictatorship,that has been snatching the world's hroes from it.Winston Churchill similarly wrote "Dictatorship_a fetish worship of one man_is a passing phase,a state of society,where men may not speak their mindsmwhere children denounce their parents to the police...............such a society cannot long endure".
But on the day of 18th October,everything sounded different.Every attempt,physical or verbal couldn't stop the arrival of hope; the arrival of the revival of hope and democracy,my beloved leader Shaheed Benazir Bhutto!Everywhere was a view of celebration.Every heart was filled with joy & hope,each and every eye was waiting to catch Benazir Bhutto's glare..Each and every ear was restless to hear her hope filled words.....words of the Daughter of the Indus..!That hope was not only for some selected members of the society,rather,Bibi's arrival brought hope for all.It brought hope to the poor.Ever since in history,one might not see a leader like her,whose affiliation with the poor of the society was like that of parents,brothers,sisters and children.How did she use to hug even a lay man and greet them with love & respect.....Golly!!Then such a person is really worthy of praise and peoples' prayers...!!I saw the hope..!It was the hope,which removed the wool of disappointments,surrounding every Pakistan's life.Everywhere was there a hope of revolution,every blow of wind,every song of nightingale spoke out "BENAZIR WILL COME: REVOLUTION WILL COME.I saw huge crowds,greeting Benazir Bhutto,wherever she went.Her followers and her supporters,who saw her after eight years..their condition was like had they gained a new life!What was the joy..???and hope,,..???Pakistan's soil hoped for her progress and prosperity,Every person hoped for his betterment.Every mother hoped for her child's bright future,.Had it all been a miracle,following my leader's return to Pakistan.
Her promise of BREAD, CLOTHING AND SHELTER,her promise of bringing back the Government of the people,her promise of setting new schemes for education & health,her promise of employments,her promise of development in the power sector...What was it all???Indeed,a hope!Then history also saw one of its blackest days on the 3rd of November,2007, when a dictator,misusing his power imposed a state of emergency in Pakistan and my beloved leader Benazir Bhutto was placed under house arrest,but her bravery & courage; to get out of her dwelling during the respective time to address her people is certainly exampleless_ a new hope that despite every placed hurdle in the way; despite every thorn lying there,Benazir Bhutto will lead Pakistan to the destination.Those were the golden days,indeed in the history of Pakistan,as Benazeer Bhutto's return brought that hope,that spirit,which had never been witnessed before.As in the words of Benazir Bhutto : "Time comes ; time goes...We decide what to do with time".Although,it's a fact that we are facing a great crisis in Pakistan and have to eradicate terrorism & extremism....We are passing through a really difficult phase of Pakistan's history because of the wrong policies of dictators.In the words of Shaheed Zulfiqar Ali Bhutto:
"My dear countrymen,my dear friends,my dear students,labourers,peasants...those who fought for Pakistan.......We are facing the worst crisis in our country's life; a deadly crisis.We have to pick up the pieces,very small pieces,but we will make a new Pakistan _ a prosperous & progressive Pakistan".
Today also,hope isn't lost and InshAllah,Pakistan,under the leadership of President Asif Ali Zardari will soon get out of this crisis...But all we need is the same hope,that was brought by Bibi Shaheed's arrival,two years back.

IS CORRUPTION THE REAL ISSUE OR A DEMOCRACTIC GOVERNMENT???_ Saria Benazir

2009-12-18T19:48:00.000-08:00

To a number of eyes, awaiting the decision of the Chief Justice concerned with the NRO might have brought an image of an end to corruption or a step for its eradication but is that really factual….??? In essence, is that an attempt to overthrow corruption or a democratic government??? It is nothing to be surprised of that this is not something new in Pakistan….The history has been rather miraculous too. In the past too, elected governments were overpowered by the so _ called “FAIR PLAYS” of the dictators and to further strengthen their cause and add more colors to it, the courts of Pakistan didn’t chose to stay behind , rather , they became the “HOUSE OF CONSPIRACY” and because of that injustice, we witnessed one of the darkest days of our history i.e. the 4th of April , 1979 , when Pakistan’s first elected Prime Minister & the founder of Pakistan Peoples Party Shaheed Zulfiqar Ali Bhutto was hanged in Central Jail , Rawalpindi and the so- called justice gave statements of his death , without having adequate proof of his being guilty.

It’s well said that history repeats itself. The following generations of the same “Supreme Court” and the military dictator General Zia ul Haq carried out their mission and tried with their might and main, not to spare any moment to harm the federation of Pakistan. That was just not a mere attempt to harm democracy, but PPP was always targeted _ the reason, we also talk of democracy, our opponents too, but Pakistan Peoples Party has been talking of empowering the poor population of Pakistan, to provide ‘BREAD , CLOTHING and SHELTER’ to the people…..to protect the federation and give sovereignty to the provinces _ this makes the difference,. To pave the way for dictatorship, the judiciary of Pakistan always played an inevitable role. It was no less than Zia ul Haq, Ishaq Khan or Farooq Laghari. In finishing both the governments of PPP,
The judiciary played a lamentable part. This is certainly a marathon of conspiracies against democracy. The history cited that and strongly condemned it and after years, again, there has been an attempt to destabilize the government of PPP _ the symbol of Pakistan’s sovereignty and federation. The cases filed under NRO were those , which had never been proved for years and now, the Supreme Court has gone nuts again for them….Is it again a Fair Play ???
President Zardari _ who gave commendable sacrifices for the sake of democracy , whether the gadget of Mr 10 % was used against him or of NAB’s fake corruption cases…..those long months in prison _ from one court to another….Didn’t Pakistan Peoples Party face that??? Didn’t President Zardari bear all the persecutions patiently ??? Didn’t he??? I ask the Chief Justice , Can’t he see the corruption of PMLN and Shareef brothers..Of former Prime Minister Shaukat Azeez and the greatest of all our honorable Ex President Pervez Musharaf??? Is this court of Pakistan blind to see the murders done in front of them or openly on the roads of Pakistan?? Can’t they see, but that’s much more horrible to realize that here , the courts belong to the establishment and dictators, there is no place or justice for democracy in them and the Chief Justice’s decision about the NRO cases and about President Zardari has further removed all doubts of their pro dictator ambitions.Thankyou Chief Justice!!! You proved that….!
Indeed , the world might lose hope, but there lies a hope of a new morning.....again , the sun's golden rays will enlighten the day and will come there a revolution _ not to let the blood of our leaders or our President and party's struggle & sacrifices go waste.
LONG LIVE BHUTTOISM.
LONG LIVE PPP.
PAKISTAN KHAPPAY.

PAKISTAN PEOPLES PARTY _ THE NAME OF A LEGACY _ Saria Benazir

2009-11-19T05:41:00.000-08:00

It was a bright day. The sun rose with a hope & a voice struck through out the country & awakened the mentally asleep people of a nation _ the nation being ruled by a dictator , where the people weren't independent to live their lives according to their own desire , that wasn't the rule accepted by the hearts & minds of the people , rather implemented on people by use of force , where majority of the people lived below the line of poverty and the young of the country who were the hope of the parents were unemployed . History entered a new phase on November 30 , 1967 . It is always said that whenever the destruction of a nation reaches its peak , God sends his special ones , who by using their blessed faculties change the fortunes of the people . That day i. e the 30th of November was an unforgettable day _ not only in the history of Pakistan Peoples Party or Pakistan , rather it was unforgettable in the history of the world that on this day , the political party that was formed intended to give rights to the poor and depressed people and bring about the rule of the people , for the people and by the people . The party under the leadership of Quaid_ e _ Awaam Shaheed Zulfiqar Ali Bhutto gave its manifesto as "Islam is our faith; democracy is our politics; socialism is our economy; all power to the people." Later Shaheed Mohtarma Benazir Bhutto added another point in it that "Martyrdom is our destination".
From the very first day , the PPP started its struggle against dictatorship & helped overthrow the dictator of the time Ayub Khan , who was eventually forced to resign & bow to the will of the people . After long time of struggle , it formed its first government in 1971 , after the defeat of Pakistan army in the East Pakistan resulkting in the creation of a new state Bangladesh accompanied with thousands of miles captured by India and numerous soldiers taken as prisoners. During the time it was in power , the PPP leadership headed by former President & Prime Minister Shaheed Z A Bhutto succeeded in bringing back to home the 90 , 000 prisoners of war and regaining the thousands of miles stretches of land that had been captured by India.
It was during the government of PPP that numerous people were given opportunities to go overseas for employment purposes. When India tested its nuclear weapons , it was Shaheed Z A Bhutto who started the work for nuclear development and spoke of WE WILL EAT GRASS AND MAKE A BOMB. The Government of PPP brought back Pakistan on the face of the globe _ that was not an ordinary Pakistan but a progressive Pakistan , which resulted after gathering a number of small broken pieces , that whose one arm had been cut off and the other _ almost paralysed . The Bhutto Government gave every Pakistani right of education & health .Efforts were made to improve the situations of the labour community and increasing the national wealth , aiming at fair distribution of wealth & building up a perfect foreign policy based on great relations with the neighbour states especially the Muslim World. The reforms of the PPP Government made Pakistan a leading country of the Muslim World,.
Again , there was the same problem that democracy had to face . The elected Government of PPP was overthrown in a military coup of Zia ul Haq ,that was so called "FAIR PLAY".Zia's regime proved fatal for democracy . The Political Hero of The World SHAHEED ZULFIQAR ALI BHUTTO was hanged and no one ever after that tried to look into punishing the dictators for doing a judicial murder , nor were the judges ever asked for giving that wrong decision. The 4th of April snatched hope from the people of Pakistan but it was all done to harm democracy & destroy the integrity of Pakistan . That was done to finish PAKISTAN PEOPLES PARTY _ THE VOICE OF PAKISTAN!!!!!!! but those attempts all went waste .Yet , the PPP survived but prospered under the leadership of the Daughter of Destiny Mohtarma Benazir Bhutto.

Although , the way was all full of thorns , Benazeer Bhutto didn't lose hope .The fact cannot be denied that for causing democracy to fail , Benazir Bhutto's brothers Shahnawaz Bhutto and Murtaza Bhutto were murdered , but that too didn't break PPP. No one could stop the great Daughter of East from leading her country.......After struggling for years , Benazeer Bhutto Shaheed became the Prime Minister of Pakistan after winning majority in the elections held following the death of the tyrrant _ Zia ul Haq in a plane crash _ a punishment , he got from God!!!! The dictator was gone & once again , democracy got a chance to flourish . Pakistan was once again on the road to development under the leadership of Mohtarma Benazir Bhutto. Democracy was strengthened . Many schemes were started for promoting education , empowering women , providing employments and better health facilities to people . Polio campaign was also started during her Government . Benazir Bhutto Shaheed became the Prime Minister twice but everytime , the anti democractic forces tried their best to harm democracy and both her terms in office together taken made just about 5 years ..................Pakistan but got too much in those five years .......more than 50 years of dictator rule ! Pakistan Peoples Party had to give heavy sacrifices for the sake of democracy . President Zardari had to spend years in prison _ just for helping in the revival of peoples power....... That's much more than praise worthy that during that time , Benazir Bhutto gave her children the love of both a mother and a father and had to lead the party all alone from abroad ,....................................Though she had to spend years in exile , she didn't lose hope ; she didn't give up courage .She alone fought against the dictator and on the 18th of October , 2007 , when she stepped back on her land , millions of people came to greet her _ to welcome the return of the emblem of democracy. Time passed by and the PPP started to campaign for giving rights to the people of Pakistan and accomplishing its mission and fulfilling its promises. The positions seemed clear that PPP will win those upcoming elections and Benazeer Bhutto Shaheed would be the Prime Minister , but there were people who did not want to see her in power for the third time. On the dark sunset of December 27 , 2007 , Asia , but the entire world lost its beloved daughter and leader Mohtarma Benazir Bhutto. With this news , Pakistan was almost about finished , but then from the soil of Sindh , the arising voice of '' PAKISTAN KHAPPAY'' saved Pakistan . President Zardari did a great job for uniting the party and carrying out an effective election campaign. Newly elected party Chairman Bilawal Bhutto Zardari saved democracy in Pakistan by calling : "My mother always used to say that democracy is the greatest revenge " ; despite the fact that his mother had been snatched from him.
The people of Pakistan placed their trust on PPP and Co Chairman President Asif Ali Zardari. The morning of the 18th of February , 2008 brought a new hope for Pakistan and the Pakistan Peoples Party formed its Government . In the September of the same year , PPP Co Chairman Asif Ali Zardari was elected as the President of the Islamic Republic of Pakistan after the resignation of General Pervez Musharraf.Recently , the victory of PPP in the Gilgit Baltistan elections shows the party's massive support & the trust which people have on its leadership.

Pakistan Peoples Party is no doubt not only the name of a party _ rather it's the name of a legacy ; a red history , too bloodfilled to ignore . It has its roots in the people of all religions , cultures & provinces and is the unanimous voice of the people of Pakistan , because it saved Pakistan by the voice of PAKISTAN KHAPPAY !!! and any attempt to harm it's prestige or to finsh it would never work , even in a million years because " PPP has come to exist forever ".
LONG LIVE BHUTTOISM
LONG LIVE PPP
PAKISTAN KHAPPAY

DEMOCRACY IS THE GREATEST REVENGE._ Saria Benazir

2009-11-17T06:40:00.000-08:00

It is always said that death is that fact that phenomena, which makes everyone tremble with fear. All of us have heard of people, being killed by death, but in my eyes, death is the most coward thing in the world, because I have also not only heard, but also seen death, being killed by someone and who can kill death, other than Shaheed Mohtarma Benazir Bhutto, who herself called out to death to face her, instead to running away from it, who without even a sign of fear called out
”JIS DAR SAY KOI MAQTAL KO GIA,WO SHAAN SALAMAT REHTI HAAY,
YAAY JAAN TAU AANI JAANI HAAY,ISS JAAN KI KOI BAAT NAHI”.
This was what she said and remembering so, from deep in my heart, there is a force, which always keeps on calling ”ZINDA HAAI BIBI”,”BIBI IS ALIVE”.When I hear the slogans of democracy, I hear her voice. When I turn back my face to see her, a voice arises ”MAY ZINDA HOO AUR ZINDA RAHOO GII”.I am alive in the glittering eyes of Aseefa, I am alive in the shocking and great personality of Bilawal and I am alive in the words of Bakhtawar.
There was a time, when Pakistan was moving towards destruction, someone called out ”DEMOCRACY IS THE BIGGEST REVENGE AND I AM ALIVE”,so was called out the ”PAKISTAN KHAPPAY”.When in February,2008,the PPP won the elections, when in September,2008,Asif Ali Zardari became the President of Pakistan, a voice was heard ”TIME,JUSTICE AND FORCES OF HISTORY ARE ON THE SIDE OF DEMOCRACY AND I AM ALIVE”.

There was a time, when Pakistan was moving towards destruction, someone called out ”DEMOCRACY IS THE BIGGEST REVENGE AND I AM ALIVE”,so was called out the ”PAKISTAN KHAPPAY”.When in February,2008,the PPP won the elections, when in September,2008,Asif Ali Zardari became the President of Pakistan, a voice was heard ”TIME,JUSTICE AND FORCES OF HISTORY ARE ON THE SIDE OF DEMOCRACY AND I AM ALIVE”.
When in Garhi Khuda Bux Bhutto, a voice arise ”ZINDA HAI BIBI,ZINDI HAI”,a force in nature responds to it as ”AUR ZINDA RAHAAY GII”.I myself have heard so, and indeed, the world must remain alive to the fact that
”JAB TAK SAURAJ CHAND REHAAY GAA”
”BHUTTO,TERA NAAM ZINDA REHAAY GAA”.
After hearing all so, there remains no room for confusion in this regards and thus, all Bhutto lovers must unite and prove the truth in the words of our Shaheed Leader
”YAI BAZI KHOON KI BAAZI HAAY”,
”YAI BAAZI TUM HI HARO GAAY”.
”HAR GAR SAY BHUTTO NIKLAY GAA”,
”TUM KITNAY BHUTTO MARO GAAY”.
Regards,
Saria.