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Imran Abbas Naqvi – Qandeel


Sharing words by my brother whom every man and woman, regardless of country of origin ought to let sink in and ruminate upon.


"Yes, it was a very very sad day. Call me over emotional or whatever, but the murder of this poor girl was extremely shocking. I realised that a few people, although we don’t know them personally, become a part of your life through their existence, by their constant presence, and Qandeel was one of them.

The brutal murder of this young girl who ran after her dreams to get rid of poverty, who found her own ways to get noticed through her limited resources (although they were vulgar and not what people in our society approve of), who unveiled the real face of so called religious scholars was not at all justified in the name of honour! 


YET, who are we to judge anyone just because of how someone acts in public? Who knows what others, even we, are doing in the veil of darkness?

Pakistan, the nation, which scored the highest in searching for porn sites at Google can only kill women in the name of honour, but the throng of vultures who had surrounded her body when she was alive and made use of her are now left alone simply because they are MEN.
 

This girl could have gotten away if she was from a well-connected background and had her own links to the people in power. But her real crime was POVERTY, which made her see those dazzling dreams and took her to this point where she was strangled by a so called “gheratmand” who even took her cell phone and little cash, which was, according to this “gheratmand society” her “haraam ki kamaayi”.

Disgraceful of humans! Deplorable of humanity!"

Imran Abbas
Saturday 16th July 2016


My brother then followed it up by - 

"Things become a story of the past, and so soon. This quick change and impermanence of life actually perplexes me at times. A few days back a girl emerged in social media, became a talk of the town, she was cursed, humiliated, verbally abused, scoffed, looked down upon with contempt by the social and the electronic media, but she never stopped, and she defied all our social norms. Then, one day, she was murdered, and now, even that headline is getting stale. Life is like that – temporary, impermanent and so quickly evaporable. Alas!!!! It’s sad but true.

Waqt chalta hi rehta hai rukta nahi, aik pal mein ye aagay nikal jaata hai
Aadmi theek se dekh paata nahi aur parday se manzar badal jaata hai
Ik baar chalay jaatay hain jo din raat subha sham
Wo phir nahi aatay
Wo phir nahi aatay".

Imran Abbas
Sunday 24th July 2016

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