People are often hit hard by homesickness but it is timesickness that, to me, seems to be the most pitiful aspect of human condition.

You may or may not return to a place you long for. You may or may not choose to talk to the people you miss somedays but you can never go back in time, to being who you were at one point in it or to relive everything twice, to do things differently.

Mourn your human existential limitations all you want but the dilemma of existence is that you continue racing against time every single second of your life, convinced how absurd this whole idea of time evolution is, “will to survive” it’s often miscontrued as.

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Something about this landscape is so melancholic and wistful that it feels as nothing less than seeing one’s share of heartache, rising in it and nursing through the anguish. Resisting, releasing the angst and surviving it! This certain tormenting fantasy!

But isn’t it what everything finally comes down to?

Our aspirations, hopes and ambitions. Our desires, fears and sanguine dispositions. Uncertainties and inflexibilities, our strengths and vulnerabilities.

That’s pretty much every single thing. It is the core substance what everything around us is seemingly made up of: this elusive fantasy.

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Post-“Physician-burnout” rants

I want to write so much on “Physician burnout” but for the time-being, this compilation of rants from instagram over past 3 years would do.

September 24th, 2016

I cannot fathom how much I detest every inch & every microsecond of my existence in this absolutely messed up healthcare system!

September 24th, 2016

This place is not a citadel of humanity & healing but a citadel of apathy, privilege, oppression, power dynamics, class struggles & social hierarchy. This is not a hospital but a slaughterhouse of empathy & humanity. No place for the poor- politically, economically & socially disadvantaged. No place for the less privileged.

June 4th, 2017

I do not hate this place (hospital) that much albeit minus any traces of humans. Maybe, it isn’t even the back-breaking work (most of the days) that ever exhausts you physically that much but the unwanted, dysfunctional & unnerving human interactions that lie underneath. Sneaky & unscrupulous behaviorism, even if, in-deliberate.

Where saving your own skin by way of putting the rubble on someone else’ shoulders instead of admitting to your mistakes has become irrevocably normalized because what is apparently more important is not avoiding slightest harm to patients on account of any errors done on your part, borne out of human limitations; but avoiding getting yourself into trouble, nonetheless.

I see people covering up their errors one way or the other but that one person who goes on making announcements of their own mistakes in order to avoid harm to patients rather get the necessary bit of minimum supervised intervention done in time, definitely invites trouble & becomes a joke. Because dishonesty is the key here; that same old: If you committed this error, you are inefficient enough, there is a flaw in you. If It was committed by me, the situation made me do this.

Your biggest challenge test in a public sector hospital is not faking a smile to patients & colleagues, simultaneously going through burnouts at the end of long, laborious working hours. It might not even be masquerading a calculated & conducive, professional attire to somebody when you actually feel disgruntled by them for something however wrong. Your biggest struggle is to keep a check on your own behavior, irrespective of anything: to try & halt, disengage from the oppressive & dehumanizing side of human-interactions & interpersonal ineffectiveness and that has become my biggest struggle of late.

August 9th, 2017

Do I have enough words to articulate for the umpteenth time how much I hate this place & these people & how every millimeter of my existence in this screwed up healthcare system is a never-ending struggle? NO. I. DO. NOT!

August 27th, 2017

Because not only for painting, draping & scrubbing, a bottle of pyodine could also be used inside O.T for framing photos.

September 6th, 2017

This incorrigible beast of “the absurd” that follows you wherever you go.
PS: The Hospital Ward Aesthetics

September 6th, 2017

Framing empty corridors, looking up for the vanishing points: the only thing I am a tadbit interested in doing & actually do right here, meh.

October 30th, 2017

I hate change, transitions: beginnings, endings and whatever lies within. The most unwanted, the most longed for. Maybe I detest change so much that I cannot help wish to be frozen in one unit of time & be vanished in it until forever, to see this whole universe paused in temporality. For it & every single thing in it to end for good or to go on happening in a constant state of being. No beginnings, no ends, a freedom from time: the absolute freedom.

December 1st, 2017

Do you ever wish other people a long, healthy, happy life? Ever thought of the irony in that, in wishing senescence upon others?

Why wish one another decades of existential labour & suffering, to stay deluded with the ideas of happiness & meaning until the physiological & biochemical processes inside your body start to deteriorate. Until you acquire one deadly chronic illness or another so that in the end, your family & loved ones could have a natural cause & mode of your death.
Until you are abandoned by the society as a useless, moribund being. Until the moment each vital biological function of your organ-systems comes to an irreversible, permanent arrest.

January 2nd, 2018

These days, every single step I take towards my workplace in the morning reminds me of Foucault. I wonder what would this place be like if these people threw away their fatass medical textbooks & bought themselves a copy of “Discipline & Punish”, if only they had the enough number of receding brain cells to understand him.

This isn’t how it’s done: abusing your privilege to generate a carceral system by way of your frustrating “disciplinary” power relations, your attempts at the ludicrous & illogical “schemes” to set things right, equating the ones below in hierarchy with the delinquents deserving nothing but maltreatment & humiliation showcasing, cynically trying to make the workplace, in Foucault’s terms, a penitentiary. Then going around the whole world thumping your chests how you are doing your fair share of the best possible.
Sorry for the long rant: learning not to internalize the shitload bad days bring.

February 5th, 2018

If I were to define ambivalence, I would do that as one’s inadequacy to tell which of the two was more real, more tenacious & more overpowering- the reckless misanthropy or the retractable empathy.

March 14th, 2018

They were right everytime they’d have said: ‘work hard until you have your depression replaced with exhaustion’

September 21, 2018

You don’t know what exactly the feeling is & you’ve had been failing to name it for a long time now. Some days, it literally makes you go insane to an extent of wanting to scream out loud & to escape somewhere far, far away because you feel helpless, absolutely helpless!

The day you find out it is called “compassion fatigue”, you giggle & wonder if it could be so because you know you’re anything but compassionate. You know you’ve developed anger & cynicism as personality traits over all these years but then you figure out all that negativity was infact the emotional fatigue sequelae. Discovering the exact word for something you’ve long been having a hard time dealing with, does not help at all. You refuse to offer help to this strange depersonalised entity that has pervaded & taken over your former self.

Being exposed, on daily basis, to extreme poverty & deprivation, endless class oppression, injustice & suffering leaves you feeling emotionally bereft at the end of the day. That anything you try to do, any individual feel-good endeavour to have a sense of worth would be insufficient & futile in the end. That you cannot help being distraught by things that you aren’t culpable for, that aren’t within your control.

They do not have enough pieces of paper to afford health, the public good, something that’s supposed to be their fundamental right. Yet what winds you up more is the sheer callousness & lack of gratitude of the same disenfranchised people you truly empathize with and wish equity for. What is more emotionally draining than being paid in peanuts for your vicariously traumatizing labour is knowing that you’re investing your knowledge, skills, time & emotional energy in well being of those ungrateful people who’d even take you for granted & take advantage of your goodwill.

And guess what, you are right there, still standing rooted to the spot. Transient & replaceable.

To be continued..

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The Edhi Phenomenon

Having lost his childhood to his mother’s infirmity & his mother to paralysis & mental illness, he taught himself the meaning of humanity & compassion right in his childhood. A man who wasn’t formally educated but had read Karl Marx & Vladimir Lenin; once stated that to him the biggest ‘just war’ in the world was between the oppressor & the oppressed, between the rich & the poor.

A man who, starting from a tent hospital & a free dispensary, laid foundations of one of the biggest humanitarian networks of Asia; followed by his unforgettable healthcare services for the poor- including ambulance service, free consultancy clinic & OPD, maternity & immunization centres. He set up rehabilitation centres for people with mental illness & physical disability in an ableist society where stigma of mental illness is generally considered a ‘manufactured’ non-issue hence leading the patients & their families falling victim to faith-healers & quacks. A man whose service to mankind was not limited to people of one particular faith, religion, creed, sect, ethnicity & gender.

When criticized by far rightists for his foundation’s provision of services to Hindus & Christians without any discrimination, he told off the bigots that his ambulance was more Muslim than them. A man who initiated ‘Baby Cradle’ (Eidhi ka jhoola) service for adoption of the illegitimate & abandoned children in a society where they would otherwise be thrown into dumpsters; loved them, fostered them & fought for their rights. A man whose empathy, compassion, philanthropy & sense of responsibility was extended as well to the dead- to corpses & unidentified dead-bodies through his coffin & burial services, to animals through animal shelters, to the unemployed through Richshaw Rozgar services, to the hungry through ‘langar service’ (free kitchen), to those fighting drug addiction through rehabilitation centres, to the geriatric population through shelters & to the female victims of domestic violence through shelter homes.

A great man whose answer to the self-righteous bigots declaring him an infidel, to those issuing fatwas that he will not go to heaven in afterlife, was that he did not wish to go where people like them will, rather would prefer to go where poor, ordinary & miserable people will.

A man who, during his last days, refused state-sponsored better treatment abroad; instead advised to be treated in his own homeland, among ordinary people– whom he always said he had belonged to. He was a man who whilst taking his very last breaths would think of helping another soul; thus departed having pledged to donate both his eyes.

A personality that was an interface between humanity, complacency & humility. An ascetic who spent all his life with simplicity. He who stood up to ‘systematic state oppression’ of the lower class & slapped sociopaths sitting in the corridors of power right in their face, by setting out all alone to do everything what in reality was responsibility of the state towards its citizens.

A revolutionary figure. A rebel. A healer. A saint. An inspiration- in true sense of the word.

It is understandable why his death is a tragedy, why the whole nation is sad & mourning over his loss. Why this is a moment of grief. Yet, today Abdul Sattar Edhi is not merely a name. Let’s not reduce it to one that is perishable. Edhi is a phenomenon that will last as long as empathy & humanity do. Today, he is a hero- a warrior going back home, emerging all victorious in his unarmed fight against suffering of humanity, his just war against systematic oppression & his countless, subtle revolutionary acts against poverty, hunger, homelessness, illness, hatred, bigotry & discrimination. Do not merely pray for him to be ‘forgiven’– he will certainly be celebrated in heavens. Bid him farewell & pay him tribute by resolving to take up his message, his vision, his ideology & follow in his footsteps, his legacy: forwards & upwards.

Shed tears over the irredeemable loss, all you want, but learn to shed tears over violation of rights of humans irrespective of anything, anywhere.

Easier said than done but one small step at a time. One little act of kindness & compassion. Not giving in to the internalised hate, bigotry & intolerance. Speaking up & standing up, in one’s individual capacity, for what he stood up & fought for- Humanity above anything.

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No ideology to celebrate

I stumbled upon the dormant blogsite after about one and a half year & found this draft saved for a year now, back from the time when Mashal Khan was brutally lynched by the varsity staff and his fellow students after being falsely accused of & framed into blasphemy. Though this blogpost would not resonate with my current feelings, thoughts & opinions on this issue now, for the simple fact that the anger & torment have worn off with the passage of time, as it always does; still holds a lot true. Only felt like publishing & sharing it.

Mashal Khan was a brilliant student of Journalism & Mass-communication at AWKU, who was falsely accused of & framed into blasphemy with two other students then dragged out of the hostel room, shot, brutally tortured & killed at campus (mob-lynched) by a mob of hundreds comprising his fellow students whose rights he was fighting for, while this savagery was recorded on phones & live-streamed.
He had been spearheading protest campaigns and strikes against corruption of the University administration and unjust fee structure at campus, also gave an interview to a local channel, in the same vein, two days before his murder. It later came out that the University administration was involved in fuming the vigilante, to caste-away the troublemaker exposing their corruption and mobilizing students at campus.

Too good we have got our hands
on a dead body
to be appropriated and assimilated
for furthering our political agendas
for our feel-good slacktivism

Too good he was shot for blasphemy
The poor lad who thought he was entitled
for the right to think outside the box
To the freedom to defy and decry the devout’s bigotry,
to reject hate, dogma and collective insanity

Too good he turned out to be your comrade, loved wearing the budenovka
For it makes you feel so good, convinced he shared your worldview: equity & rationality

But too bad the one who confessed to have killed him with impunity
on the pretext of blasphemy
also loved to wear the same
of the red, radicalized left that’s not “left” with nothing
A believer in your political ideals, bedecked with religious fanaticism and bigotry

No word for the khudai khidmatgar falsely accusing, framing and killing your “political tool” for blasphemy, being vigilante
But that’s alright, for after all the nationalist counter-narratives are key to oppose orthodoxy?
And that’s irrelevant, for it is the time to “talk” and “talk”, to “organize” over a brutalized lifeless body
For after all, too wise, too clairvoyant it’s to never let go of “the opportunity”

“But hey, was he not “accused” of blasphemy, of hurting our flimsy
“religious sentiments”, our tenuous faith harmed by words?
Don’t you know how conviction of blasphemy is punishable under our constitution: exemplary death penalty!
Don’t you see my faith is so fragile it is devoured, in a moment, by words, art and poetry

Don’t you see I am the self-proclaimed, self-appointed savior of god & His messenger
A follower of “the religion of peace” only trying to defend my faith
By chopping heads off, hitting corpses of the vile blasphemers with planks, mob-lynching
Won’t you give me the right to defend, digest the nonsense
That words hurt more than violence, brutality?

Too good the angry mob chanted Shahada as they walked around
Thumping their chests, as they carved ballads of horror and cruelty on the mural of hatred and apathy
Too good they shouted “Allah-o-Akbar” as they slithered to set him ablaze
Celebrating their unmitigated ignorance and madness

Too good they helped you prove your point, making a case for Anti-Islam rhetoric
To evince how it all exists in black and white
That it’s is always “too good to be a believer”
That there are no grays in your delusions, that you are getting the “taste of your own medicine”

But I am in pain, distraught. There are no sides to take
No ideologies to celebrate, no principles to awake
Nothing left to be agitated about, nothing to be motivated for
In a disgust with your creeds and tenets
An iconoclast to your crass holy political jests
An angry spectator of your theatrical activism and discourse
That makes you raise hell for friends, acquaintances
while choosing to scapegoat the irrelevant, unworthy

For you are the ones who say: try them in the court of law, punish them under rule of law
Normalizing the blasphemy narrative concocted & constitutionalized by the State
Abused to quell political dissent by the deep state
For as long as we shrug off and scapegoat Ayaz Nizamis of this country
We would never be able to save Aasias, Mashals or Junaids, in entirety.

Source: Public domain, artist unknown.

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Healer or Human? Messiah or Worker?

Are doctors super-human Messiahs & healers or the ordinary workers & humans, in the same way as human resource recruited to any other profession is? This is the most burning yet equally unanswerable question today. The dilemma or better put “the fallacy of excluded middle” keeps turning up every time doctors would take to the streets to raise their ‘valid’ concerns to the local administration & the Health Department, apparently consigning their ‘call for duty’ to oblivion & leaving behind patients languishing outside the closed doors of the abandoned hospital wards & blocks.

In our part of the world, a doctor is not considered a skilful worker or a healthcare provider but would be metaphorically exalted to the status of a ‘Messiah’ sent to this world to salvage humanity. A doctor is often fragmented off the skilled labor & his/her service made equivalent to liberating mankind from eternal pain & suffering by way of ‘saying chants’ & ‘doing miracles’!

Recently, general masses & the schmuck electronic media mannequins of the ruling class, in addition to smacking the Doctors Union (Young Doctors’ Association) with the ‘blackmailing Mafia’ slang, absolutely denigrating them & refusing to believe in their narrative, always manage to save themselves the bother of asking the tough questions: What made them take to the streets? Who took it this far? Were they actually wronged? Did someone bother to go talk to them & get apprised of their narrative?

Abandoned & empty wards of The Mayo Hospital, Lahore during the November YDAP sit-in & complete withdrawal of sources. Source. Public domain. All intellectual property right of the photographer reserved.

Abandoned & empty wards of The Mayo Hospital, Lahore during the November YDAP sit-in & complete withdrawal of sources. Source: Public domain. All intellectual property rights of the photographer reserved.

Poor Healthcare infrastructure: Who is responsible- Doctors or government?

The distorted social theorem devised in our part of the world that doctors are somehow ‘the prime movers’ in the realm of health & disease, having full control over life & death of patients, leads to a problematic mindset: should the patient die through the course of treatment, there must have been criminal negligence of the healthcare providers especially doctors somewhere, that needs to be avenged on through vigilante.

Our working class patients interact only with the paramedic staff & healthcare practitioners on the different tiers viz. primary, secondary & tertiary level of state-run healthcare structure, not the bureaucracy & the local administration in the upper strata- the real stakeholders. This is the reason that the exceedingly agitating behavior of patients’ attendants, borne out of frustration at either lack of proper facilities or loss of life due to that, is displaced primarily upon the medic & paramedic staff. It is ultimately the healthcare worker who has to bear the brunt of agitated & distressed attendants’ wrath, not the inefficient ruling elite sitting in the corridors of power, the ones actually responsible for everything that is wrong with this healthcare system.

Who is to be called to account for lack of proper healthcare facilities including hospital beds, essential drugs & diagnostic gadgetry at public-sector or ‘state-run’ health centres, primarily tertiary care hospitals? Who is to be held responsible for low doctor to patient ratio & lack of adequate number of tertiary care hospitals throughout the country? Who should the blame be put on for the delays in access to & provision of healthcare that occurs mainly because of the lack of operationalisation & healthcare development in addition to substandard & deplorable condition of primary & secondary healthcare services? Indubitably, the ones having full control & authority over the resource management and political capital- the local administration, the Health Department & the state.

Abandoned & empty wards of The Mayo Hospital, Lahore during the November YDAP sit-in & complete withdrawal of sources. Source. Public domain. All intellectual property right of the photographer reserved.

Abandoned & empty wards of The Mayo Hospital, Lahore during the November YDAP sit-in & complete withdrawal of sources. Source: Public domain. All intellectual property rights of the photographer reserved.

Workload, job satisfaction & professionalism:

A young doctor on an average has to work (including both direct patient-care & ancillary work) at least 80 hours per week in Pakistan, having 2 calls (32 hours continuous night & day duties). Additionally, the condition of doctor to patient ratio is absolutely malapropos in full sense of the word. According to the 2010 & 2012 demographic statistics, there are 0.6 hospital beds & 0.83 doctors available per 1,000 population in Pakistan. Moreover, the total healthcare expenditure of Pakistan remains as low as 2.6% of GDP whilst the state is setting a new precedent of benefitting from the free labour of young doctors inducted on residency slots. Only two months back, Dawn reported that about 900 postgraduate residents (PGRs), including 500 of those inducted through Central Induction Policy (CIP) in August this year, are working unpaid in various state-run teaching hospitals across the province of Punjab; 400 amongst them being the old PGRs who have been working without any stipend for a year now.

Long & gruelling working hours have been considered, since the time immemorial, not only fundamental to medical training but also integral for developing enough clinical acumen enabling young doctors to work independently without supervision after completion of training. Yet, there is robust research-based evidence available to indicate & establish that unsafe & laborious working hours not only negatively affect the mental health of medics but might also be prelude, variably, to putting patients’ health & life to risk. It is quite understandable that long ( MOSTLY UNPAID ) & irregular working hours on top of the typical ‘generation-bashing’ on part of seniors & excess work disproportionately assigned to young doctors would not only lead to work overload, low competence levels, emotional exhaustion & frequent burnouts but also low job satisfaction & employee morale, leading to rise in indeliberate unprofessional & disruptive behavior at workplace. This could also be extrapolated to the young healthcare providers feeling ‘victimized’ & being forced to self-sacrifice whilst selling their back-breaking labour at extremely low costs & in certain cases at the cost of nothing or being slapped, threatened & harassed by attendants of the patients they are rendering their services to.

Imagine, under all those circumstances, patients’ attendants ganging up to threaten the healthcare workers with violence to avenge poor patient outcome. Patient outcome is the medic & paramedic staff’s responsibility, rightly so; yet it is a preposterous strawman argument to assert that it is only the healthcare providers who are to be held blameworthy for poor patient outcome, not the substandard & collapsing healthcare system — all thanks to the state for its inadequate & ineffective policy making & incapacity to do better for healthcare development.


Snapped after one of the senior surgeons operating upon a huge endometriomic cyst collapsed owing to exhaustion & suffocation and another immediately took over. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

False binaries

(The fine line between fundamental rights & ethical dilemmas- hypocrite government & Hippocratic oath)

We are living in an era when a big proportion of our socio-cognitive framework is influenced & shaped by the popular opinion privy to the electronic, print & social media, howbeit misleading & biased that might be. It is quite infallible to contend that the recent YDAP Mayo Hospital Lahore’s protestations & sit-in have made many impressionable media-persons & many of the all-mighty politicians learn the Hippocratic Oath by heart as well as become a circadian clock reminding the protesting doctors of their binding contract with the community, for the past few days. Notably, we are the kind of people who, more often than not make light of our own pledge to the community we would somewhere be bound to, yet never fail to connote others of their contractual obligations.

Hippocratic oath is one of the most revered ancient documents in the field of medical sciences even in 21st century, however, it is indisputable that its certain parts are outdated & have ceased to be relevant today, better put a few sections of it, if fleshed out, would require the moral police crying hoarse over the protesting doctors’ violation of the professional oath to improve their own sense of ‘medical ethics’. Galvanized by our visceral reactions to hold anything in high esteem without will to understand it alike, we often go too far in moral realism. So, do our Media persons in a multitude of cases.

According to United Nations’ Declaration on Human Rights, every human being has the right to assembly & association that is manifested in the right to protest, however the International Covenant on Civil and Political Rights contains certain prohibitions including restriction of the freedom to assembly if it is necessary “in a democratic society in the interests of national security or public safety, public order, the protection of public health or morals or the protection of the rights and freedoms of others.” (Articles 20 and 21.)

Notwithstanding the verbal social contract between the physician & the community that the Hippocratic oath binds them to, there always remains a thin, exhaustive distinction between one’s fundamental rights & ethical dilemmas, from a moral realist viewpoint. ‘Patient protection’ or responsible ‘decision-making’ in the best interest of patients is something that ought not be only in the context of temporal & limited nature of the Hippocratic philosophy.


The Rod of Asclepius (a staff wielded by a snake) takes its name from the god Asclepius, a deity associated with healing and medicinal arts in Greek mythology.

Where is it that the fine line between one’s own basic rights & ethical dilemmas get obscured? Where is it that the difference between one’s will to survive & one’s duty towards someone’s right to live gets obliterated? Who is responsible for the loss of life that comes off as a collateral damage (as many would state) to fighting for one’s just rights as the last resort?

A doctor’s answer to any of those ongoing questions is no longer unpredictable if there is a factor that helps obscure that fine line and thin distinction: being slapped, harassed, subjected to physical torture, stabbed, threatened on gunpoint at workplace & then terminated– served justice by being victimized! That is not enough, they would be demonized & projected as blackmailers & hooligans in front of the whole Nation– as the selfish beings who can’t move past their pecuniary goals.

One of such responses of a doctor sums up everything:

“Whose rights are more important? Whose responsibility is to ensure that such issues are solved even before they arise? Will to survive never ends anywhere.”

Likewise, the cutting-edge questions on the relevance & validity of the Hippocratic oath with the emergence of new tenets & philosophies in bioethics & modern medicine, with the passage of time, have been well addressed & answered in an AKUH article here.

How dare Messiahs demand security? Narrating stories

There is a very common misconception among common citizens: if doctors are on strike, this has something to do with salaries or money every time. The current issue the doctors have had been trying to address through sit-in was lack of security for doctors within hospitals where anyone could bring 15, 16 hooligans to beat the hell out of them & the security personnel already appointed wouldn’t be able to stop them. Please imagine yourself in their shoes & ask yourself if you are threatened by or subjected to violence by relatives of the ones you are trying to save lives of, would you give a second thought to making your right to security a priority over theirs? Evidently not!

Imagine you are a female doctor on duty at 4:00 am at a public-sector hospital. An old, high-risk patient of a chronic illness at the terminal stage dies even after getting all the possible medical intervention, having been provided with every facility at disposal. The tens of attendants of the deceased believe that you have full autonomy over life & death & should you have tried more, the patient could be saved. So, their immediate response to acute stress & grief is blaming the doctors & labelling them as killers. They gang up & try to attack you, wardboys & other staff protect you somehow & you have to run for life & get yourself locked inside the duty room for an hour. They keep banging the door & if you are unfortunate enough to have locked yourself in a room with glass doors & windows, odds are that they would pelt stones & smash the windows. Security staff appointed outside is not enough to intercede & rein in. You are somehow rescued & what happens next is that your parents refuse to send you back to the same hospital to continue training. Such a big, well-deserved reward for years of tough education & cheap labour? Yes.

Now imagine you are an OBGYN resident on duty in the Emergency Labor Induction Room of a public hospital. If someone has ever been to one, would be apprised of the usual condition there. You have, presumably, been working for the past 11 hours now, emotionally & physically drained. You have explained something to a patient & the attendants five times & lose your cool when they ask it again for the sixth time & throw a temper tantrum (uncalled for, by all means) but that means the attendants are sanctioned to combat harsh words with physical violence or by slapping the doctor?

Imagine again a patient’s attendants assaulting & torturing you, a doctor on duty, for lack of availability of adequate number of beds & for the fact that there are two to three patients on one bed.

Imagine that you are a doctor on duty in the Emergency Surgical Floor. A patient comes with 3rd degree burns ( involving head, neck, arm & perineum). The patient is immediately resuscitated with antibiotics, analgesics & intravenous fluids following the standard protocol. For some reason, there is exchange of harsh remarks between tens of the attendants & an old man sitting on the counter making ER admission slips. They physically attack the old man, you go outside, try to stop them & get manhandled. Somehow security personnel try to control the situation. The patient dies later despite all efforts to save life. A week later, you receive a call from a nearby Police station that you are going to be booked under Section 302 (Punishment for wilful muder/ Qatl-i-Shibh-i-Amd), something not even applicable on the doctors’ community.

The legal PPC definition: “When a person intends to cause harm to body or mind of any person, and causes death of that person or death of any other person by means of a weapon or an act which in ordinary course of nature is not likely to cause death, he/she commits qatl-shibh-i-amd.”

Fair enough? These stories are not made-up but real life scenarios, not even equivalent to the tip of an iceberg, narrated only to explain what is happening outside your comfort zones where you spew venom against every single doctor from, in real life & on social media. Such incidents occur on daily basis in public hospitals. Female doctors get slapped every other day! Why? Because a patient, in his terminal stage of chronic illness that lasted more than 30-40 years, expired even after he was provided every possible healthcare facility available & every single thing at disposal? Or maybe it’s because the doctor chose to stay in this country even if had the privilege to leave? Because he/she is a demigod, a Messiah not a human who deserves respect, dignity & security at workplace?!

The Real Story: Different Versions

The YDAP Mayo’s Version:

The story behind the recent sit-in begins when a Surgery resident gets manhandled & physically assaulted by ‘influential’ attendants of a patient with Road traffic accident injuries at the East Surgical Ward, Mayo Hospital on October 15th, 2016.

The political henchmen of a beaurocrat/ DCO tried to take away the medicolegal case file of the patient & tamper it. When the nursing staff rebuked them, they started harassing them & a female HO on duty, later physically attacked the male resident on ward week duty (168 hours straight duty of a surgical trainee) who intervened & stopped them from harassing the female staff. After that the matter was resolved at a local police station following the attendants’ written & verbal apology! Since the YDAP Mayo’s chairman had been spearheading the campaign against the Central induction policy (CIP) & had not been in good books of the Health secretary; on account of personal vendetta, the KEMU administration was bypassed & termination letters of two doctors & the nursing staff were issued; that was projected in media as terminations following fair inquiry. CIP is something that by no means affects any of the terminated doctors; instead, they had taken stand against it for the healthcare community & system.

Abandoned & empty wards of The Mayo Hospital, Lahore during the November YDAP sit-in & complete withdrawal of sources. Source: Public domain. All intellectual property right of the photographer reserved.

Abandoned & empty wards of The Mayo Hospital, Lahore during the November YDAP sit-in & complete withdrawal of sources. Source: Public domain. All intellectual property rights of the photographer reserved.

Although various aspects of this version of the story become questionable when compared to the Media version, for once let’s presume this is the real one. How’s justice served to the doctor who is beaten up by attendants for calling them out not harasss paramedics; later threatened & stabbed? By terminating him!

When indoor & Out-patient department services were partially withdrawn as a part of the peaceful movement for demanding reinstatement of the terminated doctors, the same Dr. was attacked again, who this time also survived a defense stab wound on his surgical hand.

They were later threatened and harassed by DMS Mayo on gunpoint to not hold the peaceful protest camp within Mayo & the protest-rally in front of the CM secretariat. That is when they lost cool, decided to withdraw all services including locking down the emergency block & hold the sit-in on Mall Road to demand foolproof security in hospitals & declaration of hospitals as zero tolerance zones plus reinstatement of the terminated staff & an apology from the Health secretariat for victimization of doctors & vindictive actions against them drawn on personal vendetta. Four other big hospitals of Lahore also observe complete withdrawal of services.


Abandoned & empty wards of The Mayo Hospital, Lahore during the November YDAP sit-in & complete withdrawal of sources. Source: Public domain. All intellectual property rights of the photographer reserved.

Doctors refused to call off withdrawal from services at OPDs & Indoors, unless their demands were met. Government refused to give an ear to their demands of reinstatement of the terminated doctors. The triple threat match between Electronic Media, Punjab Government & the protesting doctors from YDAP went on for more than 2 weeks, also taking the toll on lives of two patients, as reported. by Dunya TV.

Raiding on doctors’ & Nursing hostels, beating them, registering FIRs & terminating more young doctors was the Punjab Government’s stereotypical yet childish response & approach to resolution of the conflict.

The PakistanToday’s Version:

Quoted, as published:

“The incident surfaced on October 15 in the East Surgical Ward of Mayo Hospital. Dr Shaharyar Niazi-the chairman of Young Doctors Association (YDA) of the hospital, was accused of beating the patient up. According to eye witnesses of the tragic episode, a patient named Waqar Amin complained of being ignored repeatedly. This annoyed the doctor on duty, Shaharyar Niazi, who proceeded to beat the patient. As a result, Waqas Amin, the brother of the patient, filed a complaint in the office of Deputy Medical Superintendent (DMS) Dr Niazi entered the scene, forced entry into the DMS office with members of YDA and again beat the patient up along with his brother. Both were taken to the police check post of the hospital where the patient was locked up before the arrival of police.

A three-member fact finding committee was formed the very next day to probe the incident and Vice Chancellor University of Health Sciences (UHS) was made the convener of the committee. Other members of the committee were Special Secretary of SHC & MED and Professor (retired) Eice Muhammad. Action against the doctors was taken on the recommendation of the fact finding committee.”

It gets more confounding if you compare both these versions, but the former version is something eyewitnesses from medical community would testify to.

YDAP: A workers’ Union or ‘a patronage operation with privileged interests’?

Since its inception in 2008, YDAP has taken to the streets to put forward its demands for about 129 times; its hundreds of members got baton-charged, raided on, tortured & jailed. They fought for their just rights and got repressed with brute force yet kept on the resistance. Sometimes their voices were heard but mostly stiffled. Largely, the Union worked for the just causes & demands such as a proper service structure, fixed working hours & salaries and fighting against administration’s vindictive actions towards the medical community. On the other times, the organization itself fell victim to the self-inflicted factional divisions, hooligan culture & identity/ family politics in various chapters, even leading the rival groups to opening fire at one another to settle the scores & the subgroups to accusing one another of corruption, bribery & malpractice. Even the recent incident is telling of the current situation of the Union when certain factions resorted to backdoor deals with the Health Minister on CIP issue along with disowning its own members after they were terminated.

That said, apparently the Young Doctors Association Punjab has probably been failing to keep its unity & integrity whole. The conflicts & divisions at the level of state-run hospitals throughout Punjab, have now suffused at the central leadership of the Union, apparently splitting it into two rival groups. It would be devious & inexcusable to not mention all these flaws & divisions within the Union & not to assert the need for the young doctors’ community to do some introspection. Or else, if stayed divided & disarrayed, more hapless patients as well as the healthcare community & system would suffer. The citations to this could be read in detail here.

This incident also rendered the progressive community coming down on the young doctors, infused with laughable hasty generalizations. Regardless of figuring if the protesting faction of YDAP is really the ‘pressure group’ with privileged interests or the one that had been fighting against the same menace.

Oblivious to the real issue at hand, many progressives kept on passing the condescending remarks, mainly because a few of them were ‘taken hostage’ by the traffic issues that occurred owing to young doctors’ sit-in.

It is unscrupulously unfair, as well, for a few rights champions with ‘liberal or progressive values’ to label the Doctors’ Union as a patronage operation- a group of politicized individuals whereas themselves never missing a chance at assimilating the oppressed & utilizing causes & individuals to futher political goals. It is also insincere of the leftist community to believe that workers should only raise voice after someone gets burnt or killed as an occupational hazard or maybe only if he has been living on scraps, otherwise any sort of his demands are selfish & privileged interests.

Just because a patient is poor or belongs to the working class, doesn’t mean they cannot be wrong. Fighting along class lines doesn’t mean that one stops taking possibilities into account. Admittedly, we have a poorly evolved culture of violence, when intertwined with our collective passive aggression, compels us to resort to violence instead of resolving the conflict through discourse. Class dynamics hold no bound for that, power dynamics likely do.

Coverage of YDAP' s rally before the Mall sit-in, by Red Workers' Front.

Coverage of YDAP’ s rally before the Mall sit-in, by Red Workers’ Front.

The Media Mannequins:

Each of the few talkshows on the young doctors’ issue that I flipped through were dominated by anchor-persons trying to overwhelm the spokespersons from the doctors’ side, by resorting to incendiary & condescending remarks about the whole doctors’ community. A reminder: there exists, as well, a remarkable distinction between ‘struggle for’ Target Point Rating & the media-persons’ sense of professional responsibility whilst discussing & reporting on issues having the potential to formulate & perpetuate stereotypes amid the public, if portrayed recklessly.

Calling a labour Union a blackmailing Mafia run by hooligans & selfish murderers; focussing camera lenses on their blankets and disposable boxes & plates to show there is biryani up for the lunch, zooming in to show female doctors gulping up icecream & taking selfies, in order to sensationalize the subject-matter and inciting those in power to use brute force against them, speaks pretty low of the Media Ethics, to say the least.

When was the last time we saw someone on Media applauding the same young doctors’ valiant endeavours to save lives they do every single day? When was the last time you saw any of those media parrots & mannequins talking of doctors’ community but in criticism, negativity & hostility?

Late Dr. Sagheer Sameja from Bahawal Victoria hospital. He had operated upon a patient of Congo Viral illness & got infected. Had to get treatment from AKUH on his own expenses. There was no selective media outrage. No one uttered a single word in praise & honor.

Late Dr. Sagheer Sameja from Bahawal Victoria hospital. He had operated upon a patient of Congo Viral illness & got infected. Had to get treatment from AKUH on his own expenses. There was no selective media outrage. No one uttered a single word in praise & honor. Source: Public Domain.

A sincere piece of advice to those TRP hungry Media buffoons to do some soul-searching too or STFU!

Examples from across the world

It is often put forth that nowhere in the whole world dutiful doctors would ever withdraw from patient care to demand their just rights. That they always hold patient care superlative to themselves. Contrary to this ‘popular opinion’, the will to one’s own survival & safety is also as much strong elsewhere as among young doctors here.

Here are a few examples from across the world:

1. 3,000 doctors to strike in New Zealand

2. Government Hospital Doctors In Delhi To Go On Strike over salaries & allowances

3. Resident Doctors Strike Across Rajasthan Affects Health Services.

4. Punishing strike by resident doctors grinds on in Haiti |

5. Doctors in England stage historic strike

6. The UK Junior Doctors’ strike: Takeaways for the Rest of the World

Defining identity- All doctors are the same!

The term ‘Doctor’ is the universal identity of a healthcare practitioner that, however, is not an identity stronger enough to hybridise the individual & personal identities. All doctors are not the same- they could be ‘good’ or ‘bad’ & they could be equally ‘good and ‘bad’. Likewise, before this good or bad argumentation begins, we need to define both from the hedonist & utilitarian moralist standpoints, if either of the labels is monolithic or exists outside the indefinitely complex human nature.

Instead of dangerous oversimplification in the context of ‘good & evil’ why are we not, as a society, willing to accept the spectrum of human behaviour, just as it is?

Professionalism is not merely limited to the universal identity but also underpins the subjective personal & relative individual identities working as confounding variables including relative personality traits, cognitive framework, emotional quotient & behavioral patterns of individual healthcare workers.

The ‘passion or profession’ cliché is as much the precarious tautology as is the overdone Messiah rhetoric! Last time I checked neither was humanity standardized nor was empathy the universal emotional element.

Our system of education & examination alongside ‘Human Resource Management’ is hinged on primitive, discriminatory & deplorable tenets of social Darwinism – a system that has fragmented the human labour into perpetually mechanized non-sentient phenomenon, whose only end is: To be selfishly, apathetically competent & become the installed, out-of-order parts of a dysfunctional system.

Cheap labour & Service to humanity:

Consonant to what has been discussed earlier, we always confuse a doctor’s skilled labour with the service to humanity- something fundamental to the medical profession. The case for doctors is simple: If we want someone to perform their duty of saving lives & ensuring and maintaining health, diligently & conscientiously, we have to first off satisfy their own need to work with contentment, dignity & sense of security. The spirit of being a healer won’t last long if the ones they are healing & their loved ones would threaten them for life.

A doctor is in fact a unification of the terms Messiah, worker, healer & human. Behaviorism/ humanism is the cornerstone of this profession like Che Guevara called it ‘the very human profession’, yet doctor-patient relationships in public sector hospitals of Pakistan are, in all likelihood, paralleled with dysfunctional class-relations & social hierarchy whilst everyone goes around offering their own share in perpetuating the subtle expressions of systematic oppression at hospital- a place considered a citadel of humanity & healing.

A public sector hospital in Pakistan is not a monolith. It is as much a citadel of apathy & privilege as of healing & compassion. Maybe another place meant for dehumanization of the economically, socially & educationally disadvantaged people of the working class.

4:00 am. Patients' attendants asleep on benches in the waiting room. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

4:00 am. Patients’ attendants asleep on benches in the waiting room of the Emergency Block. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

Behavioral sciences & medical ethics is taught as a separate subject at medical schools across the country but majority seems not to care about it later, let alone realizing what else is wrong in addition to medical workers recurrently treating patients (of working class) as lesser beings-maybe something interdependent to job dissatisfaction, work overload, stress, burnout or low employee morale.

Like Che Guevara in his Essay ‘On Revolutionary Medicine’ said what needs to be done in the field of Social Medicine is to aware the dormant energy or the sense of solidarity long asleep within the masses in general & healthcare workers in particular, by way of individual endeavors to become new & better humans. Doctors remain ordinary workers & their labour cannot be fragmented off their identity, yet their status as healers and Messiah could be assimilated to contribute to the greater good.

Che writes in ‘On Revolutionary Medicine’- an essay I believe every single medical student, doctor & healthcare worker/ practitioner should read:

Almost everyone knows that years ago I began my career as a doctor. And when I began as a doctor, when I began to study medicine, the majority of the concepts I have today, as a revolutionary, were absent from my store of ideals.

Like everyone, I wanted to succeed. I dreamed of becoming a famous medical research scientist; I dreamed of working indefatigably to discover something which would be used to help humanity, but which signified a personal triumph for me. I was, as we all are, a child of my environment.

Because of the circumstances in which I traveled, first as a student and later as a doctor, I came into close contact with poverty, hunger and disease; with the inability to treat a child because of lack of money; with the stupefaction provoked by the continual hunger and punishment, to the point that a father can accept the loss of a son as an unimportant accident, as occurs often in the downtrodden classes of our American homeland. And I began to realize at that time that there were things that were almost as important to me as becoming a famous scientist or making a significant contribution to medical science: I wanted to help those people.

But I continued to be, as we all continue to be always, a child of my environment, and I wanted to help those people with my own personal efforts. I began to investigate what was needed to be a revolutionary doctor.

Then I realized a fundamental thing: For one to be a revolutionary doctor or to be a revolutionary at all, there must first be a revolution. Isolated individual endeavour, for all its purity of ideals, is of no use, and the desire to sacrifice an entire lifetime to the noblest of ideals serves no purpose if one works alone, solitarily.

How long does the will to serve one’s community last?

What have you contributed to this community & country even when your education was subsidized?

If you have so many problems, why don’t you leave then?

Well, they are leaving already, taking into account the statistics of thousands of medical graduates being imported from Pakistan mainly to Western countries each year. Why? I am leaving the answer to this question for the readers in addition to mentioning that they leave because they are self-centered enough to want to pursue better careers & get paid & respected for their labour in return somewhere else, instead of being fool enough to stay & get slapped, harassed, threatened, stabbed, terminated and declared a criminal & murderer as a reward for the low costs they are selling their cheap labor at.

The will to serve one’s community lasts only as long as it doesn’t sabotage one’s will to live with dignity & security. The question that still remains unanswerable is: what if one’s will to survive could sabotage someone’s right to live?

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Weltschmerz (from the German, meaning world-pain or world-weariness) is a term coined by the German author & philosopher, Jean Paul Sartre. It denotes marrow-deep melancholy and unwarranted anxiety, better put the pervasive state of sadness & sentimental pessimism about all the wrongs & ills in this world; the kind of feeling experienced by someone who believes that the reality or current state of the world can never mollify the idealism of mind- not at least in their lifetime.

The man in despair

is in bewilderment


Unconscious under a delusion


Unconsciousness of dread, spiritlessness

Enchantment of illusion,

existence in despair

Further from the truth

Salvation from the fairy tale

The piece of music

in one sense

Unconscious of despair

Transforming his own destruction

in the power of despair 

Unconsciousness of being

Complete deadness

The secret nevertheless despair

The secret, the sickness


Erasure/ Blackout poetry. Source: William James’ book ‘Is life worth-living?’

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ChaiWalay, DSLR walay aur Social Media walay

A few days back, social media & TV channels in Pakistan went bonkers over a photograph, of a young man pouring tea in a kettle; today an internet celebrity, having landed a modelling job & attained International fame for being a ‘handsome ChaiWala/ tea-vendor’! A seemingly oxymoronic expression?

He was photographed by a local photographer Jiah Ali when she had spotted him in the Sunday Bazar, Islamabad. The picture went viral when she posted his photo on her Instagram yet probably forgot to mention his name in the caption in addition to the pun word ‘hot-tea’.


Arshad Khan photographed by Jiah Ali in Itwaar Bazaar, Islamabad.

ChaiWala remained the topmost-trending Twitter hashtag in Pakistan for the next 30 hours at least, dominated by young men & women, somehow relegating him to a status of an expendable product: A light-skinned, blue-eyed young man of Pukhtoon descent. Yet, no one knew his name until one of the tens of girls who had visited him at his workplace the next day interviewed him & posted that on her website. Turned out: a ChaiWala could be someone beyond the elitist & classist labels imposed upon him by society: a human-being. The ‘ChaiWala’ is actually Arshad Khan in real life.

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Conundrums of the dream

Strange were humans:
What they always wished
was if they could,
trade their lifetime
of a lucid dream
for one moment of disillusionment.
Rather, when they got a chance,
they turned their faces, away;
got lost in conundrums of the dream,
losing each breath, asphyxiated
by the regrets that they ever
wished so.




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14th August: I will mourn, not celebrate!

Call me a traitor. Call me a renegade.
Hurl any epithet you would wish to, maybe anti-state
But I will not hymn & sing; I will mourn, not celebate!
In times of war, violence, grief, killing, torment
Amidst hearts full of fear, hatred, apathy, suffering, unrest
I will not rest; I will mourn, silently protest!

Don’t tell me to commemorate mass migration, murder, violence, rape;
to race against decades celebrating millions sacrificed, killed, displaced!
When the bloody upheavel isn’t ended yet
When the rich still jockeys for power & the ordinary repressed & oppressed

In a state of class struggle, power imbalance, social decadence
In a state of privatization, militarism, hyper nationalism
In a state of humanitarian land-grabbers, senseless media parrots, corrupt money-launderers
In a state of filthy bourgeoisie leaders, feudal landreformers

When ‘the-land-of-pure’ belongs not to the ‘impure’ common-man
but only to the filthy rich, the mighty, the ‘pure’ ruling clan
Where their eyes fail to behold starving bellies & ears to hear homeless cries
Where we respond with indifference & silence to atrocities; choose hate & bigotry over peace

When this land has become a slaughterhouse of healers, writers, singers, speakers
Where dissenting voices are silenced & resistance stifled
Where we kill & are killed, unmoved; we hate & are hated, doomed
When the green & white, the crescent & star: are all with our blood blotched; attuned

Where one gut-wrenching tragedy after another keeps convulsing our beings customarily
When broken hearts choke on grief, gloom & agony
Where there is no hope in sight, the night is too long
for the dawn to revolt & there dies even the fading light

Where people are killed in the name of honor, sects, religion & god
In a land whose lanes are drained with innocent blood of its own
When angst, disgust & helplessness split open at our seams; cuts & scars known & shown
Yet no antidote, there is no remedy; but only
Glory in blood, death; pride in misery
Our morphed, disfigured empathy & our dead, selective humanity

Somewhere we are pained more when our faith, sentiments hurt
Not when churches bombed, people killed, homes of minorities torched
In a land of ethnic cleansing, sectarian conflicts, thousands bemoaning
In a land of the moral police, the vigilante, the blood thirsty

Where butchers we once owned slaughter our kids in retaliation; attack schools & parks, killing hundreds with impunity
When walls of schools, books & swings are stained with the never-ending misery
When unnerving screams of the victims fail to deafen our crippling apathy
When present is dark & dismal, history doesn’t end with victory

When we sew our lips to persecution of our brothers, their state killings, abductions
When we utter not a single word against the tyrant & the tyranny
Where we have built an empire made of illusions, propaganda, myths & lies
Where we sow seeds of hate & then irrigate our land with blood & innocent lives

Where our kids in thousands molested & women as the lesser beings, wageless domestic labourers, men’s property treated
Where the peasant, the labourer, the working men can’t afford to buy what they created
Yet with the self-serving system, structure & society; we stay undismayed & satisfied
When the rich, the ruler, the priest, in this land of the privileged
emerge victorious amidst all destitution: in their greed.

Reality tears apart our delusions of freedom, independence: to tatters & rags
Yet we have the courage to sing songs of liberation, decorate & raise the flags
Where we do not raise a brow, never mourn, never cry
When draconian laws are abused, when innocents die

Unless there is equity, unless there is dignity, liberty
Unless the oppressed are unchained, unless the persecuted sing songs of fraternity
Unless the darkness wails & the light is unravelled
Unless it is all fair, just & uncruel
Unless we learn to forgive one another, offer an apology

Call me a traitor; call me a renegade;
hurl any epithet you would wish to, maybe anti-state
But I will not hymn & sing; I will mourn, not celebate!
In times of war, violence, grief, killing, torment
Amidst hearts full of fear, hatred, apathy, suffering, unrest
I will not rest; I will mourn, silently protest!

Remembering every victim; each fallen, dead
In solidarity with the families bereaved, dispossessed
For each innocent drop bled, each heart aching with grief, dread
I will mourn, I will weep, silently protest
I will not hymn & sing, I will not celebrate, till the end


Pakistan is bleeding yet you are celebrating?

I know it might trouble, it might hurt. Some might feel it is utterly ‘distasteful’, insensitive & pessimistic to come up with something this much cynical on the eve of independence.

Yet truth is insensitive to our sentiments, it is distasteful & it initially hurts.

As much as it hurts not being able to feel anything any longer, listening to or overhearing patriotic national songs & anthems. As much as it aches when words that once filled your heart with joy & enthusiasm have been reduced to noisy cliches & ear-splitting rhetoric. As much as it hurts to admit that your passion for the crescent & star on your flag equates with your apathy to all the wrongs that have been done in your name, making the flag an excuse to justify them. As much as it hurts to admit that even after reclaiming ourselves from the white imperialists & british colonizers more than half a century ago, we are still enchained to mental slavery, colonial mindset & different levels of institutional oppression of the less privileged around us.

As much as it hurts & troubles to know that Pakistan is bleeding while we are celebrating.

More than our superficial, half- understood patriotic, hyper-nationalistic rhetoric. More than our passion for propagation of the consumerist culture in the name of celebrating freedom. More than singing songs of liberation when our hands are soaked in blood of our own countrymen. More than raising the flag that has become a symbol of state oppression & injustice done in our name, we need to sit back & do some soul-searching: where is freedom, what is national pride, what is liberty?

About time we introspect and try to recitfy the wrongs perpetuated by us, that exactly our ancestors had fought off against the white colonizers. About time we go over what do we know of independence beyond our self-destructive delusions? What sort of freedom are we celebrating the privilege of having what puts our own already disenfranchised citizens in disadvantage?

Faiz Ahmad Faiz on ‘The Dawn Of Independence’:

Partly translated by: unknown.

This leprous twilight, donned in the apparel of darkness,
is not the break-of-dawn that had been longed for
This cannot be the dawn in quest of which hoping
To find it somewhere, friends, we all set out
In the deserts of the sky, beyond the stars’ last flight
Maybe the shore of the ocean of slow-moving night
A heaven where the heart’s load of pain may alight


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