Dec 28: Like a blazing comet she has gone too soon, the world seems to have come to a halt and a deadly silent prevailed all over the people’s conscience.
The death of Benazir Bhutto, the first female elected leader in an Islamic country with such an illustrious career is not only painful but the void and the questions she has left are unbearable.
December 27, 2007 was not just another day, but the day will be reminder of a day of mourning and yelling on the ghastly act of terrorism.
“I know some people will think it was naive to return despite death threats. But if you believe in a cause you have to pay the price,” Benazir said after her return from exile, looking promised and optimist that she would bring the wave of change in Pakistan’s soil. Her return was heroic as her undying attitude even after the terrible suicide attack en route to a rally in Karachi on October 18, 2007 when she returned from her 7 year long exile. A hammering question for what fate saved her that day only to take her away in a more or less similar circumstance.
It is reported that it’s the two bullets that killed her when she stood to waive the crowd supporting her in a rally in Rawalpindi. The bullet hit her in chest and neck soon after that her Toyota Land cruiser sped her with a tinge of people’s hope that their leader could be saved.
But contrary to this her word echoed that in life always expect the unexpected; her death was announced to grieving crowds who were inconsolable.
The twinkling of her eye and her charismatic persona will stand as an alibi for she had a dream to bring Pakistan on the track of democracy and free it from the terrorism and religious fanaticism.
She is known to take hard stance on terrorism once told to a TV channel on Red Mosque instance that she is gladdened that there was no cease-fire with the militants in Lal Masjid as it only emboldens the militants.
Like Indira she too was like John of arc perpetually being burnt at the stake, her life was a blend of tragedy and triumphs as she described it in her autobiography, “Born in Pakistan, my life mirrors its turbulence, its tragedies and its triumphs. Pakistan is no ordinary country. And mine has been no ordinary life.”
She suffered from the tragic end of her father Zulfiqar Ali Bhutto, the then Prime Minister of Pakistan who wrote her “What gift can I give you from this cell out of which my hand cannot pass? I give you the hand of the people. What celebration can I hold for you? I give you the celebration of a celebrated memory and a celebrated name.”
The tragic end of her father in the dead silence of prison was followed by her brothers’ assassination in conspicuous condition later.
The grisly act of terrorism has become Pakistan’s own Frankstein monster, which it has seeded long years back, with a series of violent blast the country in its true manifestation represent a nation infested with terrorism.
Now the time has come to shrug Ostrich like attitude, true to its colour terrorism has spread its tentacles to every part of this world and unfortunately India too has been a victim of this surmounting global problem.
As Bhutto remains is ready to be buried near her father’s grave at Larkana, her native place, many things related to her seems to be undying.
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