life on the tenterhooks

Friday, February 22, 2013 Amna Saeed 0 Comments Category :

Life on the tenterhooks

By: Amna Saeed

Dr Ali Haider didn’t die. On Monday 18th February, He was murdered brutally on the streets of Lahore. With his 12 year old son. There is a difference, because what must follow his tragic demise is not just the grief of a tearful city but also the protest of an enraged nation. Then how is it that just 3 days after his burial the memory is fading already. The event is already less of a tragedy. This, of course, is a tragedy in itself.

It is very important to keep reminding ourselves that an innocent man, a talented professional and an amazing doctor was killed and so was his little child. For no crime other than driving out in the morning in a country that’s called free. And we will have forgotten about this whole thing in a few days just because we live in a society where hearing of tens of innocent people being killed daily has become a common occurrence. You only have to switch on the TV and there it is. Target killing. Bomb blasts. Karachi. Quetta. Lahore. Everywhere.  I think I just might know why these vicious acts of terrorism don't stop. Because we forget. Because somehow or the other we have stopped caring. Hearing of it every day, we have fast adapted to a community where no one’s life is ever safe. Not in public places. And not in their own homes. How on earth did we get used to this? We have adjusted ourselves to injustice and crime, and it no longer unnatural to us. There are people who get killed in this country but they don’t have a high enough profile for their names to be mentioned in the news. Its just 10 dead now. And 20 dead tomorrow.

So think of it as a wake-up call. Do not listen to people who label this as a religious targeting. Wake up and see that a child was killed. An innocent child going to school with his father. If we don’t protest now, then we never will. And we’ll head down the spiral even farther. If we don’t put our heads up, if we don’t respond, then no one will. If there is any hope of change for the better in this country, then it has to be brought by youth, and why is it that we’re called the cream of the nation. So don’t let this be just another murder, just another man. Please don’t let this be just another day!

Though much is taken, much abides; and though
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven; that which we are, we are;
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.

Lord Alfred tennyson