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The world seems to be falling apart. I have said that too many times already, but it’s true.

From BBC News:


1 September 2010 Last updated at 16:07 GMT

Triple bomb blasts hit Lahore Shia procession

Blast victim being carried 

At least 18 people have died and more than 100 been injured after three bombs exploded during a Shia procession in the Pakistani city of Lahore.

The head of Lahore police, Aslam Pareen, told the BBC that at least two of the attacks were suicide bombings.

Local TV footage of the first blast showed a small explosion in the crowd, followed by panic as people fled.

Lahore has been the scene of sectarian violence between Sunni and Shia Muslims in recent months.

However, there has been a lull in such attacks in the past month, as floods devastated Pakistan.

Angry mob

According to Mr Pareen, at least 35 of the people hurt in the blast were critically injured.

Man in front of burning vehicles

The procession at which the explosions took place was being held to mark the death in the 7th Century of the first Shia imam, Ali bin Abi Talib.

Thousands of Shia Muslims had taken to the streets of Lahore for the occasion.

Following the explosions, angry members of the public turned on police, attacking officers and facilities.

Mr Pareen told the BBC that on the outskirts of the city at least one police station and one police truck had been set on fire.

Other vehicles in the city were also torched.

Mr Pareen said that police had fired tear gas in an attempt to control the crowds.

Pakistan’s Prime Minister Yousef Raza Gilani condemned the bombings in a statement, and said that the perpetrators would not escape justice.


I have been away for a while now and I had planned to stay away till my head cleared up. But I had to say something today. The world seems to be falling apart. The bombs in Lahore and then the chaos – I don’t know what to say. The recent mob lynching in Sialkot. – I don’t know what to say. All I can do is scream.

This is too much for me. For most of us.

Something else happened today that scared me a lot more than I had expected. While on my hiatus from blogging furiously, I joined the Islamabad Traffic Police driving school. My driving instructor is a cool, boyish policewoman who is the epitome of tough. She yells and scares us senseless, but I can reverse without hitting any orange cones now, so I’m not complaining. This morning, some men were rude to some of the ladies in the early morning session. The two instructors, both policewomen, came to their rescue and tried to talk to the men. The men assaulted the policewomen. The policewomen (my instructor included) assaulted them right back and sent the men off crying like babies. Kudos to the policewomen. Shame on those men.

And now to what scared me: while telling me about it, my instructor said you need to know self-defence these days. People have turned into animals. She’s right, you know. People are animals. And they’re everywhere. It’s frightening beyond belief. Anything could happen. Anybody could do anything. Those men had been cat-calling for a while, and when the ladies didn’t respond, they tried to touch them. I’m glad the policewomen stopped them. But then one of the men attempted to hit them for interfering. What the hell, I say. Who are these men? They’re wild animals.

I feel like I’ve been asleep most of my life. The real world, outside my neat little bubble, is a crazy place where unpredictable violence is the norm. I don’t really know how to digest it all. It upsets me and leaves me cowering in bed. And I still don’t know what to do about it.


A Page with a View

4 pageviews. That’s uplifting. And this isn’t sarcasm.

They printed what I wrote in the paper. Surprisingly, I didn’t get struck by lightning and nobody laughed at me. That is a good sign. I searched online for a link for an electronic version but Dawn doesn’t really make it easy or I’d paste the link here.

The reason I am surprised is that it was a mediocre attempt to express myself – well not all of it. Some came right from the depths of my tortured soul but I compensated with adding mediocre bits that I am ashamed of and so I expected snickers and snide comments from people. However, nobody noticed. And if somebody did notice I probably won’t find out. So maybe it all worked out in the end.

Meanwhile, a friend in Lahore related his personal story from the aftermath of the terrible bomb blasts (on friday) and I felt so guilty. He spoke about the mincemeat they wanted him to identify as a little boy he was looking for and all I felt was mostly pseudo since I have recently managed to get some work from a bunch of art-makers to a gallery in the US – and it’s all about living in a war. All I know is the terror I feel. But it cannot compare to the loss of human life. How can one process it all?

I do not know how to understand anything anymore in a world that is so completely insane.