“SAR CHAHIYAI, SAR DAIY GAY HUM” _ by Saria Benazir.

A day in the existence of Pakistan, when the sun rose with a fresh anticipate _ It was September 21, 1988 , when a new Bhutto came in this world _ All out, that turned to be a ruby note day for the admirers of democracy _ for every person, who deemed in the Bhutto heritage_ Yes, that trust was no one else than the one, who’s a factual manifestation of his mother _ The Daughter of Destiny Shaheed Mohtarma Benazir Bhutto, the child, who was BENAZIR, not barely by name, but also instance less in his traits _ more commonly, even known as the Child who duped the President! _ the only son of my heroic and venerated leaders Shaheed Benazir Bhutto & President Asif Ali Zardari.

Brought up with great love, care and affection, Bilawal Bhutto Zardari from his infancy is a part of that faction, which’s still going on to provide rights to the people of Pakistan _ To provide BREAD, CLOTHING & SHELTER to the poor population of the state and to finish up with all the injustices, which have crippled our society, ever since the foundation of Pakistan. Lettering about the life of this child seems reasonably hard-hitting, as it requires a huge empathy _ A stone-like sensitivity to recall all of the sacrifices, he even had to give as a child for the sake of democracy_ Though, at that time, he might not be even aware of the word Democracy…..! Existence twinges _ The ogles are occupied with rashes for the kid, who could never get the affection of his father at a time, he was in need of it _ Just look back and count out the number of birthdays, he celebrated without his father _ It was his valor, who, then observed his mother, facing thousands of hardships _ The only essence, under the heaps of responsibilities, _ of sustaining the children, attending to the ailing mother, proving the innocence of her captured husband and thereby, leading the largest political party of Pakistan.

Scarcely a year, the family was together, Bilawal had to stomach another very great ache _ The distress of losing his beloved mother _ If her assassination made the whole nation, deprived of a mother, one can imagine the sentiments of her own children_ Life, without Bibi seems impracticable for every of her devotee then how about Bilawal, Aseefa and Bakhtawar, who are surviving without their mother!!! The December 27, 2007 _ The murkiest afternoon and three days later, the world witnessed another BHUTTO in politics _ plucky like a tiger, who confiscated the cleaves from eyes and stood ahead to lead this orphan nation _ to move forwards with the legacy of her martyred mother :- “MY MOTHER ALWAYS USED TO SAY THAT DEMOCRACY IS THE GREATEST REVENGE”.
This was in verity, a demise blow to the opponents of PPP and thereby, every tormenter, when the world again heard the young Bhutto, speaking of continuing with the cause of her mom and not to bow to the desires of any dictator.

“It (PPP) was not handed over to me, like some piece of furniture. The Party asked me to do it & I did”.
From a student and the eldest child of Benazir Bhutto, Bilawal now even came to be known as the “CHAIRMAN” of Pakistan Peoples Party _ The youngest ever teen to lead such a great political party and from the same day, he has proved himself to be the true blood of the Bhutto bequest! His love for the people, like his mother and grandfather and commitment to make Pakistan prosperous leaves no scope for confusion in his capability to be the future Prime Minister of Pakistan (InshAllah), as he rightfully merits it!!!! Where one heeds him speaking to the party workers as
“You and I are bonded by the unbreakable bonds of commitment and loyalty towards one another. Our party is now a global party stretching from one corner of the world to the other. When one speaks about democracy in Pakistan, the Pakistan Peoples Party is the best choice of the people of Pakistan”,
One can judge his political insight _ for he has a leader in himself like Quaid e Awaam Shaheed Zulfiqar Ali Bhutto.

Thereby, one cannot impede chanting out ZINDA HAI BIBI ZINDA HAI after hearing Bilawal Bhutto articulating
“SAR CHAHIYAI, SAR DAIY GAY HUM, KHOON CHAHIYAI, KHOON DAIY GAAY HUM, JAAN CHAHIYAI , JAAN DAIY GAAY HUM, JO FAISLA AAJ TAK KOI NAHI KAR SAKA, WO FAISLA KAR DAIY GAY HUM’!

His intonation like Benazir Bhutto makes him truly unparalleled and precious to us, more than anyone else!!!! The world can gawk at Bibi’s personality through Bilawal’s!

Happy Birthday Bilawal.
May God bless you a long life!

JEAY BHUTTO!!!

Regards,
Saria Benazir.

Pity on These Brazen Beings _ A Shoe for the Savior of Pakistan _ By Saria Benazir

Nevertheless, realities are too uncertain and of course, it’s not too easy to predict misfortunes, but as far as it’s the case with Pakistan, every impossible is possible here. Just look into the history of this state and nature’s going to compel you to close your eyes, for it seems too hard for a human to stare at the thousands of liters of blood lying on the terrain of Pakistan _ a state, which was founded to establish in it a democratic system, keeping in view the principles of Islam _ The same Pakistan, which is known as the centre of Islam, but have a look on its narrations impartially and that truly is more than disappointing to catch sight of murders & only murders _ for that is humanly impossible to describe that in words too or to get even the sketch of it in my mind. Known as the Islamic Democratic Republic of Pakistan, I bet if any of the leaders of the so – called Muslim Leagues or their fellow groups can even give a correct definition to politics and democracy _ that comes ten steps up. I hardly even believe if they understand the meaning of the word “Commons” or if the so – called Supreme Courts and Chief Justices of Pakistan are aware of the term “Justice” or “Law”, for in their books or the education, which they’ve still received, the word commons, or justice does not exist and if Law exists, then all they’re taught is merely how that can be used to hang or exile people, who feel the plight of the poor natives.

Rolling back into the magnificent past, the first great murder _ A judicial murder of the founder of Pakistan & the founder Chairman of Pakistan Peoples Party Quaid e Awam Shaheed Zulfiqar Ali Bhutto and looking into the reasons for that, even a layman knows that he has taken from his soul, just because of his promise of providing Bread, Clothing and Shelter to the people of Pakistan, his vow to gather up the broken pieces of the state and make a prosperous Pakistan and his commitment to make it a nation, that is not in need of foreign assistances even for its survival _ This is known as the “UNFORGIVABLE CRIME” in the verdicts of Pakistani courts and later, even the vampires and ghosts weep out loud to see the brutal assassination of the Daughter of Destiny , the daughter of a martyred father _ The sister of Martyred brothers _ Empathy soars to see her waving her people for the last time, still carrying loads of hopes for her people in her eyes _ So many dreams, which were yet to be realized _ Did that hand not even stop for a second, for he was leaving the entire nation orphan forever _ Without any guidance _ Snatching the only Benazir _ The Daughter of East from the world _ A time. When the waves stood still, birds stop chirping, but Gosh! People are too cruel enough to take every of your treasure just in instants!

All, given to Pakistan Peoples Party and the followers of the Bhutto legacy was just prisons, till the date _ Go back and see, who else in Pakistan has spent a greater time in prison than the President of Pakistan Asif Ali Zardari, who spent almost eight years behind the gates of jail & got his tongue cut off just because he spoke for the common people of Pakistan. When released, that too, on medical basis, for he had become a heart patient & what can be a greater sacrifice_ the person, who was not even given this much opportunity to place hand on his children and provide them affection when they were in need of it. The compassion splits into trillions of pieces _ for in his entire married life, he hardly spent 5 of the years with his family _ God! You better know if that is known as justice …?????

Where the paths to move on are so narrow _ where no one can get a way out of mishaps, just give a look to the valor of President Zardari who in such critical situations lost the person, who could give emotional & every other sort of support and finally, December 27, 2007 even snatched her beloved wife from here. There came that time too, when the people called out PAKISTAN NA KHAPPAY _ We don’t need Pakistan. At such critical moments of Pakistan’s history, it has was the same person, mocked by the name Mr . 10 % who saved this Pakistan from drowning in that flood, from where it could never get out, despite all the relieves. This day, he represents the 18 million population of Pakistan, but behind the curtains lie a vast fable of his struggle _ The person, who gave up all his fortunes for the sake of Pakistan & Pity on this shameless class, which gave him just a shoe in reward. What else can be the edge of ignorance!

Wherever the world may go to, the opponents of PPP gets paradise for it or go to hell, the fact remains the same
Aik Zardari, Sab Par Bhaari.

LIVE LIVE PRESIDENT ASIF ALI ZARDARI!

Regards,
Saria Benazir.

63 years of Pakistan & its Political Voice Over _ By Saria Benazir

Though, at instants, life gets too merciless or fate keeps smiling over the helpless human, for he’s impossible to get out of too heavy enough _ a lumber for him to bear. In the ups and downs of life, many of the people give up or quit to move further, but of course, valor, though too rare can still be found on the shell of the globe and the terrain of a state known as the Islamic Democratic Republic of Pakistan, for which democracy is a forbidden fruit and the power of the commons costs thousands of precious lives _ Sometimes, it demands the blood of those gems, which are too rare to find, even if climbing the Everest or reaching the depth of Pacific can’t help you find them. Still, the story of democratic struggle in Pakistan, is a fable, which on reading radiates bottomless abrasions on your heart and life seems to stop _ Murders, was that all which was a part of its narrations of about a century? Where the voice of commons is suppressed, where the layman is without justice and of course, those, who raise their voice for the right are make the worst examples for the rest of the world.

Here, we glance up from the beginning and reach up to the revival of a democratic system in Pakistan by Quaid e Awam Shaheed Zulfiqar Ali Bhutto and then, looking into his commitment with the nation, his dedication to make this country a strong state _ able to defend its territories, a Pakistan, where no one is deprived of Bread, Clothing and Shelter and where the centre of clout lies with the people, where the population is education, free from hunger, poverty and disease _ a Pakistan, which was superior enough to defeat its rivals, but the jewels, given to him as a reward are well known to the humanity.

The world cannot overlook the Princess of Fortune _ my dearly loved leader Shaheed Benazir Bhutto, who spent her entire life, struggling for the rights of the people & in the way of her struggle, where laid all mishaps, just prisons, house arrests or exiles _ and of course, what can be a greater hardship – a bitter, but of course a reality with open eyes to see a father hanged, two young brothers murdered, the husband in prison and the mother, being the victim of Alzheimer’s disease. Facing all that with endurance just for the sake of Pakistan, there even came a time, when this soil required the blood of the Daughter of Destiny and she willingly gave even the last drop of it for the sake of her motherland – her beloved people.

In the path of such pungent facts _ events that empathy refuses to accept, the humanity witnessed the courage of the President of Pakistan Asif Ali Zardari, who became a subject to various tortures _ lost his wife too, just for the sake of Pakistan _ A land, for which his entire family had given up their lives_ In the most tragic moments too, it was saved by the follower of the same legacy, who called out loud “PAKISTAN KHAPPAY”_ We need Pakistan.

In moments of life, where a family was too depressed _ itself in need of support, after losing the loving hand, the land of Pakistan still required more and just a 19 year old child stood ahead to lead this nation, going astray and following the words of his beloved mother Shaheed Benazir Bhutto continued with the bequest of his family “My mother always used to say that democracy is the greatest revenge”. After losing too much too, we’re not hopeless, for we’ve three spotless leading lights on the horizon of the world of politics _ Bilawal, Bakhtawar & Aseefa Bhutto Zardari.

It won’t be erroneous to say that the continuation of Pakistan is all due to the struggle of Pakistan Peoples Party & the blood of Bhutto’ in its soil.

Forever survive Pakistan Peoples Party!

Regards,
Saria Benazir.

MY IDEAL _ PRESIDENT ASIF ALI ZARDARI _ by Saria Benazir

Caught in remarkable crowds,
And copious, chanting out,
Jeay Jeay Bhutto,
Live Live Bhutto,
The realities take a dissimilar twirl,
And here, life’s to observe,
Though, description requires nerve and valor,
Far greater than the subsisting one,
For you’d have to stir along,
Fight and struggle for it, too long…
It’s here, you’d come across facts,
And of course, your life’s going to revolutionize,
Change to an absolutely new one…..

My enthusiasm,
My idyllic,
My craze,
It ain’t just a word,
But of course,
The fable before it is too long,
A saga of prolonged anguishes,
Prisons and forged charges,
Exiles and afflicts,
Physical and mental both…
For it requires extra courage to depict that all…

Though, impractical enough to get facts,
Those veiled realities,
A partial thought can never get,
My eyes catch sight of enormous crowds,
A sea of support for freedom fighters,
Of the flag bearers of egalitarianism,
With all promising aims to overcome poverty,
Inflation, crime and injustice,
Where the common were slaved by their fellow countrymen,
In such hard-hitting times,
There stood my beloved leader to struggle,
Facing billions of hardships,
Standing all alone in a malicious world,
But he never gave up,…

Still, continued speaking for the rights of the nation,
Though, all he got as recompense was mere misery,
Scorching warmth,
And feet of such a sizzling floor,
And the tongue, cut off,
Too astringent realities,
And further more,
Heart sufferings,
He bore it all with endurance,
With hope of a better day, ahead…

The one, who sacrificed every of his possessions,
Away from family, from his beloved ones,
The eyes of Benazir,
Bilawal, Aseefa & Bakhtawar,
Filled with tears,
Waiting to gaze at him,
The one, who hardly could give love and warmth to his children,
When they needed it,
For he gave up all his joys for the sake of this nation…

The heart aching moments,
Hardly a year, the family was together,
Same catastrophes,
A blow,
That filched the last hope,
My dearest leader Bhutto Benazir,
At times, I hear masses,
Calling out WE DON’T NEED PAKISTAN,
But himself in need of a shoulder to cry on,
He gave strength to all,
Saving Pakistan once again,
By calling out “PAKISTAN KHAPPAY”.


HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
I love you President Zardari!
You truly are my ideal!!!
I’m fortunate to share my birthday with you!
President Asif Ali Zardari is our pride _ The gem, God blessed this nation with.

Regards,
Saria Benazir!

President Asif Ali Zardari _ A Courage, Too Rare To Find….._ by Saria Benazir

Though, history is filled with parables of heroism _ of gallant leaders, but when taking circumstances to the constraints of Pakistan, it’s quite evident that our country did not get sufficient leaders, who believed in the democracy _ in spite of the fact that the country was founded on the root of egalitarianism. Ever since, democracy _ which sounded to a be a replica word in the narrations of the leading class, who hardly had any initiative about what was going within and further more, rioting, swell in corruption & inflation _ that was all, that lead the country to experience Martial Law Governments for decades_ the periods, in which the voice of the commons was stifled & no one had the right to criticize any of the policies of the Government. In such perilous situations, the foundation of Pakistan Peoples Party was the mile stone, that lead to democratic overhaul in Pakistan _ Giving all the country men, equal powers _ equal rights over the resources of the country, equivalent opportunities of edification, health , employment and justice, but as for nation like Pakistan, democracy has always been the forbidden fruit and of course, what could a small group of people do at a time, where they themselves could not get justice _ Though, despite being the rulers, who were the dupes of injustice _ injustice at the hands of the bribed ones and to the world, this day, it’s an open question for what was the fault of Quaid _ e_ Awam Shaheed Zulfiqar Ali Bhutto _ the founder Chairman of Pakistan Peoples Party & the former Prime Minister of Pakistan_ The World’s beloved leader _ A gem, which the world can never get back, even in thousands centuries….???? His mistake just laid in saving Pakistan and promising to grant “BREAD, CLOTHING & SHELTER” to his people and to risk his own life, just for making his state a nuclear power. To this day, where are those courts, who gave his death statement..???? Has their inner self forgiven them..! For they’re such tumid souls, who know neither victory, nor defeat.

Following in the footprints of her father, the Daughter of Destiny Shaheed Mohtarma Benazir Bhutto made indefatigable exertions to make Pakistan, a land of Bhutto’s dreams and in her political struggle, one cannot ignore the connotation of her husband and the President of Pakistan Asif Ali Zardari, who stood besides her in every difficult time and never gave up for the reason, his wife was struggling too hard _ facing trillions hardships, every single day and for the purpose, his father in law had been hanged. History cannot site another such paradigm of a leader , who , apart from possessing every supply of a luxurious life preferred to live a life, which was dedicated to providing rights to the ordinary ones of Pakistan.

Looking into his political struggle, it seems like as if prison was his second home, for the opponents of democracy left no effort _ no opportunity to cause him harm and the arraigns, against him could never be proved in decades. Those were not charges of corruption, they were charges of speaking in the voice of the commons _ to raise the standard of living of the natives of Pakistan and of course, who dreadful can facts further more be _ the person, who’s tongue was cut off, just because he spoke for “ROTI, KAPRA & MAKAAN” for the people of Pakistan _ His taking a single breath had even become hard, just for tying his relation with the member of a family, which had constantly stood against the dictators and finally, gave their blood for their people. So was here and President Zardari did not attest his relationship so fake _ He proved to the dedicated follower of Bhutto –ism _ A legacy, so far filled with abrasions _ deep seas of blood.

A person _ who was suffering from a heart disease and still, at the time, where his wife had to look after him., her ailing mother, a nation in agony and managing the affairs of her party _ Truly, Benazir Bhutto Shaheed was the “DAUGHTER OF DESTINY”, who not only faced, but successfully got out of all these issues with patience _ Facts are always terrible _ It had not been a year, the family was together _ the world saw Benazir, Asif, Bilawal, Aseefa and Bakhtawar together that the land of Pakistan was demanding for the blood of another Bhutto and that too, the flower of Paradise Shaheed Benazir Bhutto, who left her world _ a world of her love to fight against oppressors and the eyes , filled with tears, heart, melted to recall moments of December 27, 2007, she was snatched so brutally from us. Such harsh moments and here too, it was the same man of courage, President Zardari, who himself was in need of healing his sores provided everybody else, his own shoulder to cry on and saved Pakistan by calling out “PAKISTAN KHAPPAY” _ WE NEED PAKISTAN.

Today, he stands as the Co – Chairman of the largest party of Pakistan _ Pakistan Peoples Party _ The Representative of the 18 million population of Pakistan! He’s truly the “RIGHTFUL HEIR” of the Bhutto bequest!

MY IDEAL _ LONG LIVE PRESIDENT ZARDARI!
AIK ZARDARI, SAB PAR BHAARI !!!!

Regards,
Saria Benazir.

UNDER THE SAME FLAG….!!!

Winds blowing from ecstasy,
Songs of the nightingales,
Beckons of the seas,
Pinnacles of the glaciers,
Burnish of the sun,
Coolness of the moon,
Murmurs of the bees,
Cologne of the roses,
After all, hymns for democracy,
All’s under the same trend,
A same spectacle,
To all eyes,
Open or close,
From the affluent one to the filthiest,
From the very important one to a layman,
The sizzling deserts of Africa,
The frost of Antarctica,
The slogan of equality,
Justice and egalitarianism,
Life’s to call out every time,
Long Live Benazirism…

My flag,
Dyed green, red, black,
It’s a crest of people’s power,
Of those, who didn’t rest,
Seeing situations hard-hitting,
Didn’t ever give up,
Though, moments were exasperating,
Anxiety and depression,
Covering the perspective of life,
The flag bearers of Pakistan Peoples Party,
Who lost their lives,
Spent years in prison,
But never gave up their identity…
A figure,
That’s a quintessence of bravery,
Heroism and valor,
Representing every class of people….
Every movement for the cause of democracy….

From the inauguration to perpetuity,
It’s all, but an immortal legacy,
So deeply wounded hearts,
Lives stained with blood,
Blood, that’s apparent on the green,
Even in the firmament…

Long Live Pakistan Peoples Party.

Forever Last Bhutto-ism!

Regards,
Saria Benazir.

A Life Dedicated to Benazir….

To all the deliberations,
To each distinct remark,
I’m sentient of,
Firmness is quite rough,
Too callous to get,
Still, all alone in a spiteful world,
There rises the voice of egalitarianism lovers,
Of the believers of peoples power,
There lies a portrayal,
Deeper than a sea,
The bed of which a human essence,
It can never reach…

Moments get ruthless though,
At all times,
The empathy melts to see the circumstances,
Incidents, so piercing,
Appalling enough to lose compassion,
Life goes into the past,
Where I view a marvel,
Audacity, that was no longer common to find,
Pluckiness, which had never existed,
Assurance to the cause in a better way,
The world had not learnt it yet..
I hold about to these imaginations,
I catch glare if crimson, emerald and black flags,
Hear slogans of bread, clothing and shelter…
Promise of a better future of the nation,
A hope of a progressive Pakistan….

Thereby, time’s indignant,
Still, I see a huge sea,
A sea of Bhutto’s daughter’s supporters,
From the glaciers of Himalayas,
To the bearing of Arabian Sea,
The Valley of Kashmir,
To the deserts of Punjab and Balochistan,
For I know there stands a wish,
A conviction in the concord between all,
The name for that bond of brotherhood,
It’s none else than Benazir…

For the rivals are too coward,
Coward enough to take her away so brutally,
Still, unable enough to remove her legacy,
Under an open sky,
I hear billions, chanting out Jeay Bhutto,
Benazir is alive,
Those voices never shuddered with a dictator’s trepidation,
And to this day,
It’s my secure to the world,
For it’s a relation till the last blood,
My life’s dedicated to Benazir,
For no one’s dauntless enough to take away my passion….

LONG LIVE BENAZIR ISM!!!!

Regards,
SariaBenazir.