A One Liner Primer on Pakistan

Sorry to barge in again, sir, but we cant do anything BUT hope. We thank ALLAH when we get to our workplace. We thank him again wn we reach safely home. We thank him wn theres no blast on that day. So like POLLYANNA( Im sure u must hv read the book or watchd that movie, we are trying to see the bright side in the most desperate of situations.
and hope is all we can see at the end of this tunnel right now, cuz if we refuse to beleive in the existance of this light, we will stop groping in the darkness and resign ourselves to our fate.

delirium,
About Hope, Emily Dickinson wrote:
"Hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul.
And sings the tune
Without the words,
and never stops at all."
So hope is never abandoned according to this saying - yet we can often feel hopeless and want to express that.
In concrete terms, I would like to know from you and those who want to remain optimistic, on what assumption / facts you base your optimism? From where does those rays of hope appear to you? Is there a Messiah we are waiting or there is a practical way out of this situation? Let's share our thoughts. I personally do not see a way until the present system / arrangement completely collapse / runs out its course - only through the ashes Phoenix will rise.

mariposa, if love would be feeble, I won't consider it love at all. In particular, love of one's motherland cannot be compared with the infatuations some people call love. True love of another human being would be that strong too, but if only if it is true.

I do not doubt my love for my motherland, though I may be a brutal critic of its ills. As I quoted, "love unaccompanied by criticism is not love".

I hear you saying that after 30 years of living abroad, I may have lost my love of country. I have not heard such stronger accusation before. No third person can know what goes in my mind and it is obviously presumptuous to second guess any other person.

Ironically, and it may be hard for some to understand, my gloomy negative statement is reflection of my love, only if someone can fathom the metaphor. I am not here to defend myself. With pain in my heart, when I woke up the other day, this was the line that surfaced from nowhere. That is how I usually I write my poetry. The lines start forming in the twilight zone of consciousness. Therefore, I do not question myself about it.

I share it because such things happen precisely for that reason: to share. If sometime such words hit some raw nerves, it must have a purpose to serve.
I cannot help it. That is the purpose of art - to invite thinking. Some time politely, sometime with brusqueness.

N wt might u b waitin for? To lay th wreath? No pun intended.

Still it is hopeless to lose hope at any stage.

Pardon my intrusion, but the reason might be that you haven't been back in 30 years. Love is a feeble emotion compared to what else can fade in 3 decades. Don't you think you need to touch base first, before passing such a strong statement. You can't call your parents a corpse no matter how horribly ill they are. You can't call your home a grave no matter how many disasters it has seen. Expats like myself live in the hopes to go back home..(And trust me we are large in number)no matter how troubled it is, it is THAT, Our home.