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“To Prisoner Number 804”
O my Prisoner Number 804 of Barrack Number Three, Attock Jail!
I remember you!
Whenever I hear “You alone we worship, and You alone we ask for help”
I remember you—
Whenever in some song, some tune, I hear the word “freedom”
I remember you—
Whenever in my country, elections are stolen
and the Constitution is mocked in the name of the Constitution itself
I remember you—
Whenever in my country, a false case is fabricated against someone
and some journalist, some intellectual is abducted
I remember you—
Whenever in a foreign land, someone
disrespects my Prophet (peace be upon him)
“Our Prophet lives in our hearts,”
I hear you say this
and I remember you
Whenever my people groan under the prices of electricity, petrol, gas
wretched folk, starving, killing their children and themselves in despair
then I speak of your era, your time
then I remember you
Whenever the rich get their treatment in London
and the poor writhe in illness on a charpoy
I see your cancer hospital and your health card
I weep and remember you
Whenever in hot afternoons and cold nights
I see the homeless sleeping on the streets
I think of your “Ehsaas” and the sight of your “shelters”
and I remember you
O you who were raised like a prince, my Prisoner Number 804!
I often wonder
In Jail Barrack Number Three, what must your state be?
With grown beard, grown hair, like an ascetic, lost in who knows what torment?
In front of that camera in the half-walled bathroom
what must you think of us!
Sometimes sorrowful, sometimes melancholic
then sometimes laughing at our cowardice!
When we sleep here in AC comfort
how scorching must the cell be there?
When we live here among our own
there you must endure the mercy of strangers?
From the mirror in that narrow cell
you must surely ask of your own fault?
In that jail register and diary
I must search for my crime?
There, standing by the stone bench,
you must sing songs of freedom
to the prisoners there as well
you must teach “ABCs Loot Lay Not”!
Is this jail a longer prison, or that country outside—
this riddle you must surely solve
When will 240 million ants awaken!
this question you must repeat
O my Prisoner Number 804! Don’t scold me for the incoherence of my words!
Don’t laugh at my shame, my silence, my numbness, and this muteness of mine!
What is it? I am a prisoner of my own soul, my own desires
I am not free like you, but a captive to my own interests
You, even in chains, were free, are free, and shall remain free!
I was paralyzed, am disabled, and a prisoner of my own grudges and enmity
Yet in this helplessness, this powerlessness
I seek you, cry out to the Lord for you alone
O Prisoner Number 804 of Barrack Number Three, Attock Jail!
I remember you, I remember you so much!
(The freest citizen of this enslaved land! O my Prisoner Number 804—may the Lord protect you!)
The Audacity of the Pen, Waqas Nawaz
O my Prisoner Number 804 of Barrack Number Three, Attock Jail!
I remember you!
Whenever I hear “You alone we worship, and You alone we ask for help”
I remember you—
Whenever in some song, some tune, I hear the word “freedom”
I remember you—
Whenever in my country, elections are stolen
and the Constitution is mocked in the name of the Constitution itself
I remember you—
Whenever in my country, a false case is fabricated against someone
and some journalist, some intellectual is abducted
I remember you—
Whenever in a foreign land, someone
disrespects my Prophet (peace be upon him)
“Our Prophet lives in our hearts,”
I hear you say this
and I remember you
Whenever my people groan under the prices of electricity, petrol, gas
wretched folk, starving, killing their children and themselves in despair
then I speak of your era, your time
then I remember you
Whenever the rich get their treatment in London
and the poor writhe in illness on a charpoy
I see your cancer hospital and your health card
I weep and remember you
Whenever in hot afternoons and cold nights
I see the homeless sleeping on the streets
I think of your “Ehsaas” and the sight of your “shelters”
and I remember you
O you who were raised like a prince, my Prisoner Number 804!
I often wonder
In Jail Barrack Number Three, what must your state be?
With grown beard, grown hair, like an ascetic, lost in who knows what torment?
In front of that camera in the half-walled bathroom
what must you think of us!
Sometimes sorrowful, sometimes melancholic
then sometimes laughing at our cowardice!
When we sleep here in AC comfort
how scorching must the cell be there?
When we live here among our own
there you must endure the mercy of strangers?
From the mirror in that narrow cell
you must surely ask of your own fault?
In that jail register and diary
I must search for my crime?
There, standing by the stone bench,
you must sing songs of freedom
to the prisoners there as well
you must teach “ABCs Loot Lay Not”!
Is this jail a longer prison, or that country outside—
this riddle you must surely solve
When will 240 million ants awaken!
this question you must repeat
O my Prisoner Number 804! Don’t scold me for the incoherence of my words!
Don’t laugh at my shame, my silence, my numbness, and this muteness of mine!
What is it? I am a prisoner of my own soul, my own desires
I am not free like you, but a captive to my own interests
You, even in chains, were free, are free, and shall remain free!
I was paralyzed, am disabled, and a prisoner of my own grudges and enmity
Yet in this helplessness, this powerlessness
I seek you, cry out to the Lord for you alone
O Prisoner Number 804 of Barrack Number Three, Attock Jail!
I remember you, I remember you so much!
(The freest citizen of this enslaved land! O my Prisoner Number 804—may the Lord protect you!)
The Audacity of the Pen, Waqas Nawaz
VCheng
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Yeah VC, it was just some mentally ill guy who came to the wrong house and beat the wrong man because his wife was cheating on him with the guy.
So I can take that as your mind being already made up not to believe in the UK LEOs, or even to wait for the investigation to complete.
Those who follow IK obviously are so smart they already know the true story behind every incident. Incredible! Who needs to wait for the results of any investigation.
VCheng
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Forsvaret
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And I am so ridiculously proud of my accomplishments that I won't ever reveal what it took me to defeat those transgressions against me. But I have all the time in the world to endlessly mock others who now find themselves in the same position I once was in too... - @VCheng the moron:
Forsvaret
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Just like you already knew about IK "lying" about that infamous cipher from US without actually seeing its contents first hand. Incredible! Who needs to wait for the results of any investigation.
Forsvaret
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VCheng
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Very poignant poem for sure!
VCheng
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Yeah VC, it was just some mentally ill guy who came to the wrong house and beat the wrong man because his wife was cheating on him with the guy.
Amy comments on the victim's own words?
"Yesterday at approximately 8:08 a.m., I was attacked at my home by an unknown assailant dressed in what appeared to be construction or waste-collection attire. The individual asked, “Are you Shahzad Akbar?” and immediately began assaulting me. The incident occurred in the presence of my family.
Emergency services were called, and I was taken to a local hospital, where I received medical treatment and was later discharged. I sustained facial injuries, including bruising and a fractured nose.
The police have taken cognizance of the matter and have assured me and my family that they are actively investigating this targeted attack and will work to apprehend both the perpetrator and those behind it.
On the advice of the authorities, I am not at liberty to share further details at this stage, including CCTV footage or photographs, as doing so may compromise the ongoing investigation.
I have full faith in the rule of law and in British law enforcement to carry out their duties. I also urge the British government to ensure that England remains a safe place for everyone, including dissidents such as myself."
Cash gk
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They all fucked lol
Jango
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No...perfectly as expected and as they should be. Am I missing something here?
VCheng
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Hmmm. So you earlier comments were just sarcasm then?
Seriously though, I can see the increasing bitterness and cynicism settling all over PTI land. I suppose it was inevitable, but at some point, I hope they are all able to recover from it gradually.
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