In the morning I read about the President’s visit to France and the UK, the violence in Karachi, the floods all over Pakistan, and the suicide bombing in Peshawar where the commander of the Frontier Constabulary perished.
I went to dinner tonight at a friend’s place.
The menu was grilled prawns and red snapper, amongst other delicacies.
I came home afterwards in an air-conditioned car.
At a traffic light I saw a family of three on a bicycle.
At the next traffic light I saw a family of six on a motorcycle.
The entire way I heard Husn-e-Haqiqi on repeat.
I don’t understand what’s going on.
I don’t understand where Pakistan is going.
And I don’t understand what I am supposed to do.