The Way I See It

My grandfather told me about a great flood that swept away villages across Sindh in 1945. Now floods have come again, bringing fear, disease and confusion. Sindh is not ready.

As news of the foods came in I wondered what to do,"Beg" I was told and beg, I did. I sent out hundreds of texts, set up a camp and was left awestruck by the response.

"Will I meet university offer?" I wonder as I wrestle between hope and fear on result day. The day is filled with emotions: expectation, terror, tension and relief.

There is a chance that the Pakistan government will block BlackBerry services completely as after 9/11 there has been an increase in monitoring electronic communications.

This August seems cursed with devastation, bloodshed and hopelessness from Karachi to Khyber. The summer has been filled with devastation. It is time to unite.

Pakistan is in a serious crisis. Neither the government nor the international community will ever be able to match what you and I can do for Pakistan.

I came across a picture which showed a young man sitting on a charpoy with a knife in his hand and blood on his shalwar. He was posing like a hero, having just killed his sister.

Some of the things our countrymen have done in the aftermath of the flash floods are stark examples of how far people will go to benefit from other peoples’ misery.

There are some who leave their footsteps behind in the shores of time, whose memory remains etched in the hearts and minds of people even years after their souls have departed.

Traditional Ramazan fare has fed the greed of hoarders and profiteers. But this year man made shortages have been eclipsed by a natural destruction of unbelievable magnitude.