Junipers weep as Father’s Day approaches…

credits: The Express Tribune

credits: The Express Tribune

Children in schools around the globe excitedly prepare for Father’s Day with messy, colorful postcards and a whole lots of love. Teenagers take out their stash of pocket money and hurry to the nearest mall for the perfect present. Adults just feel warm inside and thank God for giving them a father who is still alive and well. Fathers themselves feel an overwhelming feeling of pride and gratitude as they wake up to a day that is theirs to celebrate.

That is the perfect Father’s Day, in some fortunate corner of the world.

Quaid-e-Azam was also a father; a founding father of an entire nation. He also had similar feelings of pride on the day Pakistan was born. Even after his death, he deserved all the love and respect from his legacy – his people – his country. What he got instead, was a whole lot of disrespect showered with blood and agony. What he got instead, was destruction of his beloved sanctuary in Ziarat (Balochistan), one day before the much celebrated Father’s Day. The historical refuge where he lived on and off during his life, amongst the glorious juniper trees, was his gruesome gift from his children.

Sadly, father’s day celebrations had just begun. More bloody surprises were in store for a man who wasn’t even allowed to rest peacefully in death. A few hours after the Ziarat tragedy, fourteen female university students were killed in Balochistan from a ruthless blast followed by another blast where the culprits laid siege to the Bolan Medical Complex. More presents for the father all carefully wrapped in horror and disbelief.

I began this post with scorn and hate. I thought I would be able to vent out my anger.  I was wrong. No amount of contempt for the attacks can make a difference here. No amount of shallow words of comfort can mend the broken heart of a father. There is a limit to torture a father can bear. There is a thin line between what a father can or cannot forgive his unruly children for.  I believe this time, there is no forgiveness. There are only weeping junipers and a battered heart.

Sad Father’s Day to you all.


  1. maria saeed · June 16, 2013

    You see! what we as a nation have come down to since 1947.

    It is heartbreaking to get a pile of rubble for a gift on this father’s day. What a shame to let the world know that we don’t want Qaid e Azam’s Pakistan any more.
    It is not the residency alone, the whole of Pakistan is being burnt down on the ground with militancy, corruption & nepotism.
    I am speechless to say a thing on heartless, mindless & godforsaken religious bigots killing 14 innocent female students along with so many others.
    Tell you the truth, I feel sick in my guts on Father’s day.
    Let the Junipers weep as they have been deprived of the proximity of our beloved Qaid’s residence.


    • NS · June 17, 2013

      Rightly said! Our heads can only bow down in shame. Maybe this incident was the final blow. And like you said, maybe this is just a symbolic representation of what Pakistan has become. Nothing but rubble.


  2. Umair Farooq · June 17, 2013

    that was one sad day…


  3. taha · June 18, 2013

    Quaid, may I say was lucky to have out lived 2013. Imagine the plight of 14 fathers laying their young daughters to rest. Think of others who God knows will ever be recovered of their wounds and to what degree.
    There is another side of the story. While they are taking our future ruthlessly, did we give them a respectable today? Why did we knowingly let people eat away their schools, hospitals, job opportunities? Sincere reconciliation and truthfulness is the way out or else there will be more and more pain and grief for all the sides. Pakistan is till alive, its only under some clouds at the moment.


    • NS · June 20, 2013

      Thank you for reading:). And you are right, the fourteen fathers and their plight cannot be condoned no mattered what. But then neither can anyone else who has suffered so much in this country. Who will set things right? Is hope futile? So many questions, so few answers


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