Zulfikar Ali Bhutto Recollections and Remembrances Foreword

we always drove to Sihala to meet Nusrat and Benazir who were in detention. On
that Wednesday we also drove to Sihala but the police guards at the entrance told
us we could not meet our relations. We now feared the worst. We contacted the
two lawyers who were still in Rawalpindi and heard from them that Benazir had
sent a message that the execution was on the following day, Thursday.
I could not believe that it could happen and was in a daze. The lawyers suggested
we leave for Larkana. We drove to the P.I.A. office. No tickets were available for
Moen-Jo-Daro and we had to fly to Karachi. By the time we reached Nao Dero it
was too late. The Women’s havelli was crowded already. Everyone was crying. I
felt to drive to our graveyard. Here there were men and women reciting the Holy
Quran seine silently some aloud. “I stood near my brother’s grave near me was
an old peasant showering rose petals on the grave. He sighed very deeply and
said in Sindhi. “Aba Zulfikar Ali! you have left us. What is to become of us!”. Did the
peasant have a foreboding of a Sindh without Bhutto. Did he see the burning and
destruction of Sindhi’s lands and crops by Gen. Zia’s men. Did he see the anguish
pain and deprivation of the Sindhi people or Jain Sadiq’s reign of terror? Who
knows Sindhis are born mystics.
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