“Justice For Shahzeb Khan”… The Movement…

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The 25th day of December, 2012, Pakistan lost another son. What started out to be the name of the only son of Mr. and Mrs. Aurangzeb Khan has now progressed into a movement. It has become the voice of the oppressed. It has become a symbol of claiming the very basic constitutional rights of every Pakistani; the right to security. The right, which has one too many times become been sabotaged at the hands of the ‘rich and powerful’. Yes, the word ‘feudal’ is deliberately not used.

At least in the city of my residence, Karachi, the waving of guns, moving around with an entourage of personal guards and caravan of vehicles is not limited to feudal but anyone who has money and is either powerful or is connected to the powerful. Some time back, my car was stopped on I. I. Chundrigar Road by personal guards waving their guns and literally harassing the public on the road. This was followed by removal of the temporary median poles as a luxury sedan entered on to Chundrigar Road while the traffic was stopped with a load of guards in another vehicle in the front and back of it. This was no feudal. Was just a very senior executive who thought he is above the law.

There are many such examples where commoners often fall prey to lewdness as the rich and powerful throw their weight around on the roads, at the restaurants, at the shops and anywhere and everywhere. Carrying latest weapons, treating people like dirt and harassing them is a routine and with varying degrees of intensity. Perhaps the people had become accustomed to such degradation. Perhaps the people had registered their true place in the society and dared not utter a word against any such atrocity.

Shahzeb’s murder is a crude reminder to all those who suffer at the hands of the power and riches. His blood has served as a wake-up call for all those numb hearts and souls. Shahzeb is gone, to never return. But he has left a very strong message for all those who had stopped feeling the harassment or stopped standing up for their self-respect. The message is, if you don’t raise your voice a finger being pointed at you wrongly, you may get a slap next. And if you don’t stop a slap, you may be killed.

#Justice4ShahzebKhan is not for Shahzeb. No form of justice can bring him back. Nothing at all can bring peace to the family, his friends or loved ones. #Justice4ShahzebKhan is for you and I, and many others who have ever been treated like a sub-human by self-proclaimed gods. #Justice4ShahzebKhan is a movement against tyranny.

May no brother ever be scared of protecting his sister, may no father or mother ever lose a son for protecting their daughter, may no one ever lose a friend at the hands of these merciless creatures.

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Sitmadeedgaan e Shab

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Khuda Shahid, dil e maara, fughaan shahid ze nalaa raa
K astam man Musalmaa’n hum, che darum dard e insaa’n raa

Dosh benam ein kusht o khoo’n k az aizad che purseedum?
Che purseedun? Man che daanum? Che moolat khoon e arzaa’n raa?

Chu’n kardum man namaz e shab, qaraar e dil nami ayad
K giryaan e sitam deeda sar bar avard goshaa’n raa

Nafar kas bood, pas ao khuahad ze khoon e nahaq rangee’n kard
Shehr e pur ashoob e man chu’n gardad sael e khonaa’n raa

Nadarum deed e beena raa o ba gardu’n nigah kardum
Ze chashm e nam, hamee’n goyam tu daani kaar e zulmaa’n raa

Agar boodi khuda e man, na boodi tu khuda e ao
Mardum ha siyaah dil raa bejuz daarum ze kheshaa’n raa

Ba khasta dil sabar daarum dar daur e jabr o fitna raa
Na tursam man ze jehl e badd, maqaam e hashr agar daraa

Translation:
Be my witness God, of my heart, of my cries of pain
That I too am a Muslim, but what do I have to do with human suffering!

Last night I saw such massacre that what should I ask from my Allah now?
What should I ask? What do I know? What is the price of cheap blood?

As I finished my night prayers, I felt no internal satisfaction
That the screams and cries of panic-ridden emerge to my ears

They were people who wanted to paint with wasted-blood
My frightful city, see how it flooded with blood!

I do not have the divine vision and thus I look at the sky
With tearful eyes I only say that God! You know the act of brutality

If you are my God, You are not the God of those barbarians
That from black-hearted people I clearly separate myself and my like-minded ones

With a worn out heart, I observe patience yet again I am not at all afraid
of the ignorance of ignorants if there is a day of Resurrection to follow…

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