Mian Nawaz Sharif by now should have reconciled himself with the reality that there is no likehood of millions and millions of his avowed and enthusiastic supporters storming the streets, chanting: “We want Nawaz. We want Maryam.”
This had happened only once in living memory, and it was in the night of the 11th of June 1967 when, literally millions of Egyptians, forgetting the soul-numbing pain of a humiliating defeat of Egypt at the hands of Israel, had thronged the streets of Cairo, of Alexandria and of every city of the land of the Nile, chanting: WE WANT NASSER. WE WANT NASSER.”
Earlier in the day the strongman of Egypt, accepting the responsibility of the humiliation suffered by the Nation, had resigned and offered himself for trial. For the Egyptians it was a shock more petrifying than of the defeat in the six-day war. It did not take them long to pour out into the streets. Nasser had to withdraw his resignation, which off course had been triggered by his passionate belief in the love his people imposed in him.
The other great and unsurpassed outpouring of the masses into the streets occurred two years later. Again in Egypt. Again for Nasser. No man in history was given the kind of funeral Nasser received from his Nation. Scores of people died under the weight and the thrust of the mass of mankind that had assembled to pay a befitting farewell to a National hero.
Bhutto had wished in his heart and soul that Himalayas indeed would weep if he was thrown out. But there was no outpouring of the masses in overwhelming numbers. And let us agree that Zulfiqar Ali Bhutto was a wizard of incredible dimensions compared to the pigmy whom the Generals succeeding Bhutto picked to be stuffed into a giant’s frame.
MNS will soon pass into history, alongwith his daughter and the party he got incorporated as a private limited company.
His monumental corruption will off course keep having an impact on the economy of this country for quite some time.
I knew you Mian Sahib since that hot afternoon of June 1979 when you made your appearance in my office in the Gardee Trust Building near Neela Gunbad Lahore. You were the man who inaugurated my company on June 4, 1981. Earlier we worked together on the National Working Committee of Tehrik-i-Istaqalal under the leadership of the Late Air Marshal Ashgar Khan. When you launched your career in electoral politics in the later half of 1984, you came to me for image-building. Do you remember what I had said to you?
“Mian Sahib, our first requirement will be to have a photograph of you in which you look intelligent, and leaderly.”
Off course you became a leader. And served as the Prime Minister of this country thrice. But you remained a pigmy in mind, in soul and in morality.
You can buy out people. But you can’t make their hearts bleed for you.
Don’t torment this Nation any more. And tell your daughter that without those billions you have gifted out to her, she is ZERO.
