Writing about what I have been reading and encountering in the media.
|“M Owais Sajjad feeling happy independence day Pakistan
I would like to say #Happ_Independence_Day to you all. On August 14, 1947 the announcement was made of an independent land named #Pakistan. Can all of you ask a question from yourself that since that how much we have worked for independence of the people of Pakistan? I am searching for the freedom of thought & action, equal opportunities & justice, polite attitude & humble behavior, peace, love & care….” #Pakistan_Zindabad
I received the Facebook post above from someone I never met but who asked to “friend” me and I accepted. The entire sequence of events seems rather magical to me. Mr. Sajjad is young and about to set out on the grand adventure of higher education. I don’t know his religion or his politics, but I do see he is an optimistic person, and one with great love for his country. I have decided to use his post in my blog today because of the optimism and the universality of his message. I cannot imagine that every person on this earth would not want these things in their life.
Here in my little corner of the world, Missouri, USA, I have not always felt that I had these things. There was the time, many years ago now, the next door neighbor viciously attacked and beat a member of my family, and when she discovered the law had been called and she was facing charges, she began to harass us. Law enforcement said they could only do something if she came on our property. Talk about feeling helpless and not free! That was a miserable experience. Once the woman was convicted, she disappeared from our vicinity. We bought the house and tore it down. Thank goodness there can be resolution at least some of the time.
Unfortunately, things don’t always work out so well for everyone. We have so many people who have died in interactions between law enforcement and citizens. I wonder what that situation would have looked like if we had been black and she white, or, the other way around? Would someone have ended up dead? What if, instead of her fists, her weapon of choice had been a gun? Fortunately, she worked at hard physical labor and had the confidence in her own physical prowess that she didn’t get a gun. What if the police had shot her, or she the police, or she us, or we her? We kept a baseball bat by the front door for a long time after that, but never considered acquiring a firearm. Thank whatever positive powers there are in the universe for that!
I am aware that communicating with someone in a predominantly Muslim country and blogging about it could catch the attention of our national snoopers and that for the rest of my life, they could track what I write and publish. It could be they already do that. Back in my active anti-war days, my friends tried to convince me I was being followed by the CIA. I didn’t believe them. However, now that electronic media is so easy to monitor, perhaps they are. To them I say:
“ask a question from yourself that since that how much we have worked for independence of the people of” the United States of America? “I am searching for the freedom of thought & action, equal opportunities & justice, polite attitude & humble behavior, peace, love & care . Can we make a commitment today to make and not break the unity, faith and discipline?...Can we my dear friends?????”