Muddy water, floating bodies and political ships

سیلاب، مٹیالے پانی میں تیرتی لاشیں سیاستدانوں کی ترجیح میں شامل نہیں۔ (فوٹو: فائل)

For the past few days, some bitter scenes do not let me sleep at night. Which makes me nervous. One scene is of Sara's dead body lying face down on the river bank in the limits of Nowshera. A scene in Balochistan A family, including women and teenage children, sits on the roof of their hut and the head of the family raises a Quran and appeals for help. In Dera Ghazi Khan, Athal, Jhal Magsi, Lasbela, the helpless scenes of the people calling for help are not letting me blink. Jhal Magsi's old mother's screams are making me restless. Another scene is that of a four-year-old child who was burnt to death after hitting an electric pole while walking in Karachi.

And one scene is of public representatives clapping their hands, gazing at the setting sun and twirling their moustaches. In Lahore's Liberty Chowk, Tehreek-e-Insaf and PML-N's dance, song and slogan gatherings are also piercing the brain like needles. Believe it or not, the night is spent in changing curves, these are the scenes that are not called to disappear from the screen of the mind.

From Gilgit to Gwadar and from Chitral to Karachi, the entire country is going through a severe flood situation. But there are public representatives who are running behind the stringless kite of statements. Constitution, which gives the status of mother to the state, the political leadership tends to interpret the constitution according to their preferences rather than being concerned about the subjects. Two-year-old Sara's body floating on the dark water of Peshawar's Hasan Garhi area is asking public representatives whether your chair is more important than my dead body. Was the Chief Minister Khyber Pakhtunkhwa's visit to Bani Gala more important than my shroud? Not only the body of little Sara but our system was floating in the muddy flood water far and wide. Around which there is mud of political interests and accusations. Who is completely immersed in the swamp of hatred.

These floods, bodies floating in muddy water, people calling for help with Qurans, people getting burned by currents, are not the priority of not only the politicians but also the media. When a small Syrian child lying dead on the beach after drowning while trying to reach Greece can become news in Pakistan, then why can't the small news of Pakistan become news? When the flood victims of Mumbai and Bangladesh can make prime time news, why can't there be a bulletin on the helpless people of Jhal Magsi, Nowshera and DG Khan?

The answer can also be seen in the current rating race. If there is no rating meter in Balochistan, then why should the news of these helpless people be played? DG Khan and Nowshera also do not have the name and sign of the meter, so even the unburied bodies here cannot be part of the news bulletin. The fault of the residents of these huts is that they are poor, no one will listen to them, whether they are buried under the rubble or washed away in the water, no one cares. The narrator also writes about their helplessness, compulsion and helplessness.

At present, the political cauldron is being cooked in Islamabad, Lahore, Peshawar and Karachi on the heat of statements, accusations and slogans. When the cauldron will end, there is no situation yet, but the people of the country, the people, are definitely dying. The stench arising from political rallies has become unbearable for the people. Only one plane is visible to the public, with only the names of the passengers on the seats changed, but the story is exactly the same. There has been no change in the script nor has the production style been altered. Parvaizalhi became the Chief Minister of Punjab but he issued the first order to change the accountability officers. He completely forgot the people of Taunsa and DG Khan, even though the highest budget of the province was spent on this division in the last four years.

At this time, thousands of citizens have been displaced, hundreds of families have been destroyed, lifetime savings have been exposed to mud and floods. Dozens of precious lives were swept away by the water like straws. Helpless citizens are looking towards the government. The same government in which all political parties except Jamaat-e-Islami are present. But at a time when the cities and villages are being swept away by floods, only the soldiers of Pakistan Army and Jamaat-e-Islami workers are seen in the field of action.

At the time when I am writing this line, a tweet of the Prime Minister of Pakistan has also appeared, in which the servants of Pakistan are saving their lives by declaring floods as a sign of climate change. This is the same practice of the previous governments, under which the rulers were absolved of their responsibilities by putting all the flood debris on India. However, after entering Pakistan, many rivers re-enter India two to three times and then enter Pakistan. Can India do such a mistake to harm Pakistan?

Oh lords of power! It is a request for the sake of the soul that if you are freed from your dreams of power and chair, then know the condition of the people who have been affected by the mud waves and the fate of the devastated areas, where the flood has caused an unprecedented destruction. . But will the lure of the chair ever end? Of course, the answer to this question is in the negative, and this poem of Mir Taqi Mir is true about the greed of the rulers and the crying of the people.

What kind of sleep are you sleeping now, O eyes and nose?

Soon the city was flooded