November 10th, 2009

By Usman Saif Cheema

November 9th 2009, 1830 hours. As I sit here with an eye on the television, watching MotoGP which I was waiting for the whole week, I am neither at ease nor at peace. Today someone in Peshawar killed innocent peaceful people again, and all I did for them was to attend a Peace Rally. The day started like every other Sunday; I woke up late enough to miss the morning bomb blast. Then the dilemma of “should I go to this peace rally I have been told about or not” crept in. The bed, the television, the laptop in my lap, and breakfast in bed were like shackles not letting me out of my bedroom. But the news of killing of innocent people made my bed of roses not so appealing anymore.. Continue