IF YOU WANT TO LIVE LIKE BHUTTO, LEARN TO DIE LIKE HIM
Bhutto is no longer the name of an individual_ the name of a family, but it the name of a birthright and 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 Bhuttoism 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 Bhuttoism_ 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_ to grant them “Bread, Clothing & Shelter”. , which in the face of being the indispensable requires of life were not accessible to a large number of Pakistani inhabitants. He fought courteously against the military rule of Ayub Khan and tried all 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 resist 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_ gave it a devastating defeat_ an undying and mortifying one…..
Perceptibly, the 4th of April, 1977 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_ A great writer Reinhold Neibuhr’s words is 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, that nature considered as the time of making Bhutto an immortal _ giving him an perpetual life……….that existence, which is never to cease. Yes, 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.
“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.
“TO LIVE ONE DAY LIKE A LION IS BETTER THAN TO LIVE HUNDRED YEARS LIKE A JACKAL”. The originator of Bhuttoism_ 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_ to grant them “Bread, Clothing & Shelter”. , which in the face of being the indispensable requires of life were not accessible to a large number of Pakistani inhabitants. He fought courteously against the military rule of Ayub Khan and tried all 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 resist 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_ gave it a devastating defeat_ an undying and mortifying one…..
Perceptibly, the 4th of April, 1977 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_ A great writer Reinhold Neibuhr’s words is 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, that nature considered as the time of making Bhutto an immortal _ giving him an perpetual life……….that existence, which is never to cease. Yes, 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.
“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.
