But who cares for the Swat Pukhtuns from the back of beyond. Let them shut down girls' schools and chop up heads, hang them from poles and tree tops. After all, Islamabad is thriving; we have a democratically elected President, Prime Minister and Parliament. Swat and FATA are very far away and only become significant when our foreign masters are in town and demand action. After agonising, weeping, brooding and making angry conversations with whoever cared to listen, I decided to share these thoughts with anyone who may wish to read and capture the tormented soul of a Swati woman sitting continents away from her beloved homeland. Is the pain greater when one is far away from home and loved ones? Does everyone living in the 'diaspora' experience a sinking feeling at the sound of a ringing telephone in the early hours of the morning, fearing some horrible news waiting at the other end? Does everyone sit glued to the television set in the anxious hope of more news of Swat, FATA and the country?
How long before we will say: enough is enough and rise, speak and act? How much more suffering before we declare emphatically that we refuse to be harassed and silenced any longer and demand answers for the wrong doings meted out to us? How many more humans will have to be slaughtered, before we stand up and say NO! When will we shout from the rooftops of Mingora, Saidu, Kabal, Matta, Sangota, Manglawar, Chuprial, Dewlai, Madyan, Bahrein, Kalam: stop your underhand, hypocritical games, blowing hot and cold, killing us in the name of protecting us when all the while what is being protected, is power and wealth of a few and destruction of the people of Swat. Go and play your foul game elsewhere and leave us in peace. Stop our genocide!
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