To The Guy Who Blew Up The Quaid's Home (Ziarat Residency)

Dear Person

I say "person" because I don't care about your religion. I am writing this note to you not as an advocate of any religion, or any race but as just another person who lives in this confused state where we don't know who and what we are, or where we are headed. In these desolate times, we need hope and light. We need somebody to look up to. And it's definitely not gonna be you. You know why? Because you turned to dust what I could have once touched. And you know how well the management will handle that dust. It'll just rot and fly away. If it were me, I would've preserved the dust. Because it is the dust of a lifestyle I wish I could live. You should've thought of that before you decided to blow it up.

I have never been to that place you blew up. It's too far away from where I live, but I have dreamed of it. I had dreamed of it. Dreamed of all those times sitting in front of the TV watching PTV and wondering how beautiful this place is, and how one day I would see the stuff such an influential person had lived by. We all love to see the famous people, but when it's someone as big as Jinnah, you just cannot ignore the thought of one day seeing that place. And you turned that bright light of the child of the past, into a dark distant memory that'll be just that. A memory. A dream An unfulfilled reality.

Sure, we're very unpatriotic, a very selfish and greedy nation, But did you really have to go and ruin those few cultural places we have left? It was more than a racist pathan joke that brought smiles on our faces. It was a happiness that cannot be matched even if we steal our neighbor's electricity. It was better than knowing the light's are back. It was warm, fuzzy and cute. It was when we all were at our best behavior. But you knew that, didn't you? So why did you have to go and punish us? Only to disintegrate us even more. Leave us scarred. And these scars will only start a chain reaction. Were you not one of us? Could you not feel what we feel? Didn't you like hope? I am sorry for all that has happened to you, I really am. I bet you didn't deserve it. But think of those little kids who go to school and read about it in their history books and how their eyes light up when they imagine that road trip up to that house where it all began? Why would you ruin the chance for a boy to connect with his dad on the way? You just made a generation of individuals lose a chance at something so pure, so passionate, and so innocent.

The butterflies will now whisper to their descendants of the majestic place that once was, the flowers will dance in the shivering wind. And it will shiver not because of cold, but of being scared. Scared for all the dying dreams, scared for all the little hands that would've one day touched and have been inspired. Those eyes that would've lighted up and hearts that would've found the courage to stand up against injustice and be a better future. You just ruined it all.

And now it's just a memory. Just a few ink marks and splattered paint that will never come to life. Those leaves that will never crinkle because nobody will step on them. Too afraid to be hurt, because they already are.

Sincerely,

Your Well WIsher