Benazir Bhutto - SZABIST
Benazir Bhutto - SZABIST
Benazir Bhutto - SZABIST
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Let’s put our act together<br />
Let’s put our country together.<br />
Cry my countrymen — weep, howl or wail<br />
I have never heard a story more painful than this before;<br />
Full of pain, misery and grief<br />
Sorrow, regret and disbelief<br />
I have never told a story more painful than this before;<br />
Will I be able to think again?<br />
Will I be able to write again?<br />
Will I be able to love again?<br />
Bilawal, Bakhtawar and Asifa cry no more<br />
God loved <strong>Benazir</strong> more than we did<br />
God wanted her more than we did<br />
With angels our angel now sleeps.<br />
The writer is an Islamabad-based<br />
freelance columnist<br />
The News<br />
December 30, 2007<br />
How a ‘wisp of a girl’ conquered Pakistan<br />
Mohammed Hanif<br />
With half her adult life spent either in exile or in prison, <strong>Benazir</strong> <strong>Bhutto</strong> might have lived like a medieval<br />
princess, but she died like an ordinary, modern Pakistani. When the assassin struck, Ms. <strong>Bhutto</strong>, the former<br />
prime minister, was doing what so many Pakistanis most love to do: electioneering.<br />
Two months earlier, when she had arrived in Karachi after eight years in exile, there were legitimate<br />
questions about her democratic credentials. Even her die-hard supporters were embarrassed by her blatant<br />
deal with Pakistan’s military ruler, President Pervez Musharraf, the very man who had publicly vowed that<br />
she would never return to the country.<br />
Yet when she arrived at the Karachi airport, her reception was spectacular - the biggest street party the city<br />
had seen in decades. My friend Moeen Qureshi, a lapsed <strong>Bhutto</strong> supporter, took his children to the rally<br />
“just out of curiosity, to relive my youth.” Fortunately, he left before two suicide bombers struck her<br />
convoy, killing more than 130. “This woman,” Mr. Qureshi told his children as they later watched Ms.<br />
<strong>Bhutto</strong> on TV being sped away from the devastation, “is bulletproof <strong>Bhutto</strong>.”<br />
After that attack, she did seem like the prime-minister-in-waiting. Her party was resurgent, the United<br />
States was backing her, and even President Musharraf had started telling journalists - in a purposefully coy<br />
tone - that they shouldn’t be so sure that she would return to office a third time.<br />
By this time, I, too, was back in Pakistan. As I travelled from the capital, Islamabad, to my hometown of<br />
Lahore to Karachi, everywhere I went she seemed to have kindled a new optimism. It was both endearing