The Express Tribune: by Fahd Husain —
A weird silence has descended upon the government, punctuated only by the sounds of explosions and the hapless shrieks of dying victims. Each killing, each massacre makes Sharif brood more and do less. He is numb. He is indecisive. He is shell-shocked. Just like Shakespeare’s Hamlet:
“To be, or not to be, that is the question Whether ‘tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles And by opposing end to them. To die, to sleep, No more; and by a sleep to say we end”
Till last reports, we did have a government, and a prime minister, in Islamabad. It turns out that the premier has scooted off to Washington and the government seems to have gone into hibernation.
It sounds all so normal. But the abnormality of this normalcy is like a blood-curdling scream with no sound. It’s like the walking-dead roaming the land in slow motion, mouthing nothings while going through the motions of governance. Zombies populate the corridors of power, with unblinking eyes staring at shadows, arms stretched out to grasp opportunities that are slipping away like sand through lifeless fingers.
What happened? What went wrong? Who died and put these guys in charge?