And then there was the word.
There are times when we communicate through our gestures in the hope that we do
not need to speak. However, one thing is for certain that words are they key to
the expression of truth.
I am a prisoner of silence. I
have stood by it and believed in the power of silence and I still do. I still believe
that actions speak louder than words. But if my words are totally absent, the
baseline comparison for my actions is minimal. Even a small action on my part
will look big to me!
This is the dilemma of speaking
out or to stay silent. Because at times I feel that if I speak out and fail to
act on it the world will start criticizing me that even though I had made tall
claims, yet I was unable to act on what I said.
Thus all of this argument leads
to the true evil lurking in the back alleys of my subconscious, and that is
called fear. It is only fear that prevents me from speaking out the truth. I
fear the consequences such as social stigma and alienation from the society as
a whole if I speak the truth out openly. However, now it is very clear that I
must speak and continue to speak against any injustice I see. It is only when I
can describe the injustice in detail that I can effectively take steps to
counter it.
I am an ordinary man who was
raised in a middle class household with the ideals that if you work hard enough
you will get all your dreams. As I grew up, I came to realize how erroneous my
innocent parents’ notion was. Growing up in Pakistani society I realized that
unless and until you do not belong to a select clique of people, it is very difficult
to succeed. Even though hard work does pay off in the end, but the route is very difficult in a corrupt nation like Pakistan.
A majority of the population is hampered in getting
good education. When we enter our work lives we have to worry about bills to pay,
whereas a handful of people on the other end of the economic spectrum firmly assert
their hegemony over us, by securing their children's' futures through setting
up big businesses for them or introducing them in their political circles.
Now, I have decided that enough
is enough and that I will use the only medium of communication available to
everyone: words. The word of truth will spread all over and envelop
every Pakistani’s conscience to wake up.
Pakistan Zindabad!
