A note to India and Pakistan this Eid
I can fly to London as frequently as I wish, and yet it
pains me that I cannot step into my own brothers’ homes in Lahore – homes where
a measure of my heart resides.
The statesmen can preserve the border dispute and
celebrate blood with blood to satisfy their insignificant vendettas as long as
their agendas exist, BUT we, the people, do not want anything to do with this,
so this Eid please present us this Eidee India and Pakistan. Return us our
lives. Allow us the comfort to breathe the same air our brothers’ breathe for
nothing can be dimmer than that a nation has the right to butcher me simply because
my brothers’ live on the other side of a line and that our people have had a
quarrel, even though I have not quarrelled with him.
So this Eid please give us this Eidee India and Pakistan,
will you? Give us our freedom to BE. Give us the canvas to express our true
LOVE, something we both feel EVENLY for each other.
This dedicated to my younger brother Ali Mohammed Zafar and my Kidd
Danyal Zafar, who are my life.
To my alter ego, my brother Imran Abbas Naqvi, he and I know
how the loss of loved ones has welded us, and what we have gone through due to
that loss together, yet apart.
Also, to the one man Fawad Afzal Khan who has unfastened
the locks of such floodgates between our nations that one can truly see how
love defeats any semblance of hate.
And of course my Zain Zafar. Can I ever forget
you? Never!