I wonder how many of us remember that Salman Taseer and Mumtaz Qadri died as a result of Asia Bibi’s alleged insults towards prophet Mohammed (PBUH). Salman Taseer, Governor of Punjab, was assassinated in 2011 by his bodyguard Mumtaz Qadri for his opposition to the blasphemy law. Mumtaz Qadri was arrested, tried and executed for killing the person he was supposed to protect. I am pretty sure that Asia Bibi’s acquittal by the Supreme Court of Pakistan hasn’t escaped anyone. I am also sure that even expats outside Pakistan didn’t miss the news of the riots, property damage and public unrest that followed the acquittal. Again, I am not saying anything about the verdict itself, but in a nation of hundreds of millions of people where women and girls cannot walk safely at night, children are always in danger of getting kidnapped, citizens’ property and lives aren’t safe. Children are dying of hunger and poor sanitation. Men, women and children die of a lack of proper healthcare or negligent healthcare practices. Children are used as almost free labor all across the land, and in many situations battered and abused. The rich/poor gap is enormous, justice isn’t doled out accordingly, and countless situations which enrage senses, exhaust minds, and leave a person drained and cold of heart at the end of the day.
It is ironic that all our love, respect, emotions, and feelings get so triggered, and bent out of shape if we even hear the rumor of a person insulting our beloved Prophet (PBUH). What about honoring the Prophet (PBUH) in deeds? How many people do we see or meet that actually try actively to follow the Sunnah of our beloved? And I don’t mean just follow any easy Sunnah. What I really mean is that how many people are actually willing to experience some measure of difficulty in trying to follow a particular Sunnah. Our streets are littered with beggars young and old. Towns and cities are exploding with populations that are illiterate, hungry and criminally inclined due to the dire situations that they are in.
Again, ironic that we don’t raise too much voice about poor people’s lives and the true worth of those lives. Tragic that flesh and blood pulsating with life isn’t prized much. Sad, that children without clothes, food or education don’t rile us ,and bring us into the streets. Honor killings don’t bring out our outrage. Minorities’ rights are trampled upon without true audible or visual protest from the same outraged and angry masses. I can go on and on about not only the quality of life, but also the price of life at the bottom of the barrel. However, I’ll stop right here.