The moment that made me gloomy in the sit-in:
(Mr. Abdul Rehman Meer, Islamabad)
I asked an old man who was
trembling in rain in the sit-in; why do you support IK? He angrily replied; I
dont support IK. IK supports me. I asked; how does IK support you? He shaded
tears for a while and told me a long story. The old man said; '' I was an
ordinary former. I had three sons and four daughters. They all were studying in
different classes. Two of them were toppers. I had to sell out my lands in order
to support them. i was very happy when my sons and daughters completed their
masters. The people in my village were envious to see me but i was worried about
their career as i had sold out my property and nothing was left. I had to pay a
huge amount of loan. My sons and daughters were looking for jobs but in vain.
They applied govt. as well as private jobs. They had to work for companies even
on a very low salary.
Sadness, dejection, agonies and lamentation gripped me when my youngest sons
committed suicide after getting no job. My daughters were staying home and i was
looking for proposals to get them married. Now everything was in their hands
like to return the loans, to manage their marriage expenses and to look after me
and my wife.
Another tensions and agony collapsed upon me when my daughters
were.............................. The old man cried and asked me what would you
do if your sisters face such miseries? What would you do if you were the father
of those youngsters who committed suicide? At last he said; i need justice,
solace. I am here just to make the souls of my sons happy. I am an uneducated
old man. I have nothing to say as you know better than me. I respect your asking
my mental status and the reasons of joining this sit-in. IK and DTQ, both are my
supporters. Although they dont know who am i but i am very happy here. I wish i
would die here; the old man wept and kissed me saying Kaasaash aj Jibran zinda
hota. I was very shocked and couldnt say anything, couldnt even couldnt think
anymore.