I started blogging precisely two years ago. In the past two years, I have been happy, I have been sad, I have been angry and elated as well, and I have shared all that with my readers – some of you have become friends over a period of time – and basked in the attention I got through your comments and feedback.
I thought I would write a happy post to mark two years of blogging, but my life has gone haywire for the past three weeks. My dad is still in hospital battling it out. He looks good one day but relapses the next. It is extremely frustrating to see the most important person in your life being so fragile and helpless and your inability to do anything about it.
As if this was not enough to cope with, we were robbed by armed robbers on Saturday. I spent the morning in the hospital and came home to have some lunch and take a quick shower. While I was still in there, someone started knocking on my door. I thought it was the boy who helps me with my dad and I asked him to wait. But when he kept on knocking, I assumed the worst and thought he got a phone call from the hospital. When I opened the door of my room, I saw two burly men in their late twenties pointing their pistols at me. They thrust open the door and pushed me in and started asking for cash, gold and dollars. The first thing they picked up in my room was my cell phone and kept asking for those dollars that they thought I had. The other guy spotted both my personal laptop and my office laptops on my table as I was working till 3.00 am the night before to catch up. He picked them up and then broken my cupboard with a tool and started trashing the place. They took all the cash we had at home, another cell phone that I had and the only piece of jewelry I wear – a diamond ring – and twisted my arm in the process. They kept asking for gold while ransacking my room and threatened me with rape every thirty seconds if I do not cooperate. When they were satisfied that I did not have any other valuable stashed somewhere, they locked us in one of the rooms, took my car keys with them and left. We called our neighbours from the windows, but no one listened. Eventually, we broke down the door with the hammer and came out.
The police was polite and courteous but told us that there is no chance that we will get back our stuff. When I asked the SHO to take the finger prints and then match them with NADRA (National Data Registration Authority) records to arrest the culprits, I was told that the police station does not have the equipment to take the finger prints or any other forensic evidence. I was basically told that I should look for a new computer and the ASI suggested that I should keep a guard dog at home because my house is a soft target. Thank you Mr. ASI to let me know that I am soft target because my government, which takes a pretty decent chunk out of my pocket in direct and indirect taxes, has failed me yet again. It failed to provide trained, competent and able law-enforcement officers or institutions that can nab such criminals, it failed to ensure the freedom of its citizens, it has failed to enforce its writ and most of all, it has failed to develop a system where a crime against an individual becomes state’s responsibility.
How am I coping with it? I don’t know, I guess I am surviving somehow. I lost everything I wrote since 2001, over 5000 pieces of music that collected over a period of time, over 5000 photos that chronicled my life in different countries and in different phases of my life. My two dissertations, my numerous academic essays, over 200 published articles, two short stories and three chapters of the novel I was working on, everything was on those two computers and it is all gone. Basically I just lost last 9 years of my life. I was not only robbed, they managed to break something else, the spirit to go on.
Last year, I was chased by crazy Taliban in one of the main roads of the city, now I am robbed in broad day light and the police can only offer me the advice to get a guard dog! Welcome to the land of pure.