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Maleeha Soomro,mother of Barrister Fahad Malik,who was gunned down in the capital some six years ago,appealed to the Supreme Court of Pakistan to take suo motu on the murder of her son as additional and session judge is allegedly trying to give the killers relief in the case.She said that the apex court had also deleted section 7 of the Anti-Terrorism Act,1997 from the FIR.
Addressing a press conference here on Saturday,Maleeha Soomro said that her son Barrister Fahad Malik was murdered in the capital by a mafia on Margalla Road some six years ago.The apex court had deleted section 7 of ATA,1997 from the FIR and had transferred the high profile case to a lower court where ASJ Zafar Iqbal is all set to conduct a hearing in the case.“I don’t trust ASJ Zafar Iqbal as he is taking the side of killers and can grant them bails,”she said adding that he shouldn’t hear our case which should be transferred to another judge’s court.“Lower Court Judge Zafar Iqbal has met my son’s killers. Judge Zafar Iqbal is not trusted.He should be stopped from hearing our case and the case should be transferred to another judge’s court because the lawyers of our killers are being heard in the court of Judge Zafar Iqbal till evening,” the mother alleged.
A writ petition was also filed in the Supreme Court of Pakistan and the CJP should resume hearing while the case should be monitored.Justice should be provided to the children and family of the victim,said Maleeha Soomro adding that her son Barrister Fahad Malik was brutally killed by Raja Arshad,the kingpin of the land mafia,by firing 43 bullets.
She added today(Saturday)is Fahad Malik’s birthday and she has been humiliated for six years.The judges of the Islamabad High Court remarked that this is not terrorism.She said,“I was terrified when the killer Raja Arshad escaped from the scene after the murder and was later arrested from Torkham Border.”Criminals are being facilitated by prosecuting cases in the dark of night,she said adding,“I do not want my case to be decided by an unscrupulous judge because it has happened before that the judge tried to grant him bail.If the accused is granted bail then the accused will run away.”
She appealed to the Supreme Court to monitor the case and provide justice to the children and family of Barrister Fahad Malik.
Do you see the two about to kiss or vase in the void Reversing figures a face or a vase Caressing touch of perception The blind spot shadows of interposition sensations that appear to be real but are created within the mind Erupting within the mind of fiction An emotional parallax but not a delusion Imaginations seeing things bigger than they are Constancy sizing within your mind Do you see the two about to kiss or vase in the void Your clear avoidance sloping characteristics of a surface on the surface you graduate Zippering within the mind An illusion in proximity Alleged ability to gain information about an object Like a starving fever reality kisses the imagination Whole that is perceived as more than the sum of its parts Using a viewfinder to look for a Cyclopean image Do you see the two about to kiss or vase in the void Closure a common fate
DON'T GET IT TWISTED
Countless times I've dashed my foot on stones
When I looked around and saw people around
I cried to draw their attention and sympathy
When I looked around and there were nobody
I held tight my pains and rid the tears off my face before they hit the tracks
Many times I've been alleged of what I never did
Many times I refuted and proved my innocency
Sometimes my tongue was just too heavy to speak a word
Yet that never made me guilty
I was just too confused to believe they could be that stupid and blinded by their ignoble act
Listen to me my heartthrob
Only you own the key to my bosom
This has been your castle for many years
While I stood behind the runway and watch you journey to the far land
I pledged my unflinching commitment and I never yielded to the calls from the woods
I glow and glitter yet to you I owe the credits
Your name and praise litter my mouth
Your thoughts flood my heart and stand firm
Since you swept me off my feet, I fall for no other one but stand for you and with you alone
Won't deny the storm, but even the hurricane I survived just because you stand with me
My dearest, look into my eyes once more and see if any of these has ever changed
Place your left hand on my neck and see if the fire isn't still burning as ever
Come closer and rest your head on my bosom
Tell me if this beats don't confess my fidelity
Glue your lips on mine and see if I'd let go of them a second
Panic not my love for I live my life for you
Life is too short, so why should we wear a long face
Life isn't fair in itself, so why can't we just spice it up for each other.
The clouds may be thick but they hold nothing but rain
I light up my world and illuminate other's Making them happy makes me happy
When I'm happy I know you are too
Forget about my wall and believe my words
I share with none what we have in this world
Nothing will cut me off it, not even a sword
I revere you and treat you like a lord
Twisted and rugged, so strong is still our chord
I love your world and cherish what we can afford
That's all I do, please don't get it twisted at all.
(FM CONCEPTUAL)
transparency (another puppet in the puppet show)
when mr. hope & change ran for leader of the empire,
he filled those so desperate
with hopes that were ungrounded,
if not completely false---
for if you walk like a politician &
you talk like a politician,
far be it for this writer to doubt that you are anything but a
politician,
one who in this country that is decrepit, desecrated & drowning in debt,
has sold the very inner core of themselves to the
bloodiest & dirtiest hands,
on the way up the ladder,
either forgetting or simply denying that when you get to the
top,
you will have to pay up,
that you will have to remember all those disgusting hands that helped you to your
pinnacle of power,
so as to perpetuate the system of corruption &
keep those that are running things happy---
one more excerpt in mr. hope’s CV came today
when his disciples sent forth the story of iran’s
alleged hiring
of a mexican drug cartel to kill off the
ambassador from saudi arabia---
saying that a military solution is not off the table
but ever so graciously saying that the empire will deal with this with
MORE SANCTIONS,
with mr. carney (mr. change’s prime tool)
speaking at a press conference
hinting to us american people that
“for a long time the iranian economy is not growing”---
hmmm,
if that remark was true, one wonders why that is?
could it be that no country in the region is allowed to think their own
thoughts without submitting the whole of their will to the
empire,
and perhaps because the US wants to strangle iran & then suck the oil right out of the land
without paying the people who actually live there a cent?
now mr. change & co. have begun to spread their own poorly woven
LIES
a la mr. bush’s WMD’s,
in order to dominate the region completely,
so that the empire can go on using the world’s natural resources within its own
borders---
remember how mr. change prided himself on his administration’s
transparency?
remember how he assured the peasants in the empire that his
administration would be nothing like the past 8 years when he came to the
pulpit?
how transparent this leader’s transparency is,
no?
another puppet in the puppet show.
Once upon a time
In a vast kingdom of Modern land
Oddly not in a far far a way suburban
Was there a pretty girl
Prettier than the Venus, some claimed
Softer than petals of rose, maids alleged
She was skinny, not eating much
Her maintenance fee were low you might have thought
Her skin softened by Elizabeth Arden moisturizing cream
Her lips were pumped with filling injections so sleek
Red and juicy, arranged to be kissed
By the charming prince’s scruffy skin
Her eyes were bright with different shades of green
Evidently with the help of her favorite optometrist
Botox was her real friend next to her phone
To hide the frown lines even on her jawbones
Her dad had a heart stroke and sadly he died
They say natural cause, I’d say coming upon bills of cosmetic route
Stepmother being mean and nasty as narrators always would define
Didn’t pay for this nonsense no more, how unpleasant of her soul
Snow White of course slammed the door and left all behind
To seven guys for funding, as one she knew could never oblige
Dwarfs dug out diamonds day and night all the time
Their axes broke, their body became excessively sore
Grumpy was forced to take some anger management class
Sleepy went on anxiety pills so he could have a nap
Happy was no longer jolly, struggled with sever depression
Bashful forgot to be shy burst out at the end of the day
“We don’t want you here, please go back to where you descended to us!
Not even our diamonds can suffice this crazy course.”
evicted Snow white got a job at McDonald’s
Was grateful for every penny she gradually grossed
Real life is not about looks or pricy fashion
What dwells inside us has a greater passion
Nobody is expecting us to look like some cover girl image
God is smiling at our curves and flaws, take courage
You are beautiful just the way you naturally are
Won’t you love my big nose and squared jaws?
Feb 3, 2016
"I wrote this for the Once Upon a Time" contest but realized later that Snow White wasn't included in the theme... So here I am.. (With minor amnesia, I guess). Hope that you will like it :)
They love creating chaos that's their plan.
Look at the wild fires out West, here we go again!
Devastating families with no end in sight.
Canceling their fire insurance, as their homes burn bright!
No water in the fire hydrants, can you imagine that?
The Controllers planned it that way, such an evil act!
Chaos they love and they love to destroy.
Starting off the New Year, Newsom's their boy.
This world is full of evil, and it will get worse!
If the people don't take a stand, there will be remorse!
(No syllable count)
PLEASE DONATE TO THE CALIFORNIA COMMUNITY
FUND. IT IS A RECOVERY FUND DEDICATED FOR
HELPING THE VICTIMS OF THE WILDFIRE.
Thank you and please pray for the victims of these
wildfires. God bless all that do.
It is sad to know these Hell bound
Satanist have planned the destruction
of California through their manipulation,
aiding in not implementing a plan to
have water in the hydrants with 7.5 Billions
put aside to do so, they did not implement.
Cutting the Firefighters budget by 17
million dollars. Creating the fires like in
Hawaii using lasers. They have targeted
California, Hawaii, and Canada. You know
this was planned because the fires were
started with 100 miles an hour winds in
place to fan the fires. What are the odds
of having no water in the hydrants, 100
miles an hour winds to fan the fires, and
the start of fires, all at once... Also months
before the insurance companies started
cancelling homeowners policies against
fires. Who tipped them off these fires were
coming to take such action. This tells you
it was planned and someone knew ahead of
time the fires were coming? This has to stop.
I hope there is an extensive investigation from
a private company not by their own
administration.
Davin Newsom has to be charged for this
planned destruction, loss of life, and suffering
caused by his alleged deliberat actions.
Important: Please go to YOUTUBE and type in
The Fires are "the plan" This is Disturbing. Off Grid
with Doug and Stacy... You will be amazed what
is in this video...
This tale is most unusual; you may not know it well.
Seems Judah got himself a wife; her name’s not in the tell.
He knew her and she bore three sons: Shelah, Onan, and Er.
Now Er was first, the oldest son, and Shelah, the younger.
Then Judah found a gal for Er; yes Tamar was his wife.
But Er was wicked in God’s sight, so God then took Er’s life.
Now custom said that Onan would for Er produce a son
So he took Tamar as his wife, but wouldn’t get her done.
For each time they were intimate, ’twas said he spilled his seed.
So God now put Onan to death, for evil was his deed.
So Judah promises Tamar Shelah will be her mate,
But he is not yet old enough, so she will have to wait.
The years go by, but Judah has not done that which he should,
So Tamar takes things in her hands to make sure that he would.
She covers up her face one day and sits out by the gate.
When Judah sees her sitting there, “A prostitute! That’s great!”
So they begin to bargain for his right to do his thing;
The price, a goat, collateral: his staff and signet ring.
And so then Judah lays with her, and right off, she conceives.
And then the widow returns home, continuing to grieve.
Well, Judah wants his signet back and sends the goat as pledged,
But none can find this prostitute of whom he has alleged.
When they report she can’t be found, then Judah shrugs it off,
“Just let her keep the signet ring; if word gets out, they’ll scoff.”
It seems that in a few short months, ’twas clear she was with child.
Judah demanded she be burned, a fact that’s pretty wild.
Okay for him to sleep around, but not her in her grief,
But even as they dragged her out, she worked out her relief.
“The man who got me in this way gave me this staff and ring.”
When Judah heard, he was ashamed; he knew her not again.
“For she’s more righteous than I am; I did not give my son.”
When Tamar finally gave birth, ’twas twins she had, not one.
And when the boys were born, she named them Zerah and Perez.
In Jesus’ family tree: Perez! Yes, that’s what Matthew says.
(from Genesis 38)
My dearest little Beautiful Butterfly!
It’s not so long,
Since the hasty hands of Time,
Snatched you away from us,
Abruptly, unpredictably...
Time snatches away,
Living as well as non-living beings;
He gives his alleged reason for his action.
In your case too -
He gave his reason.
His reason was very simple and sweet.
He said he wanted you to undertake a pilgrimage.
Toward-
Discovering newer galaxies;
Exploring higher horizons;
Finding fresher pastures;
Hovering over prettier flowers;
Befriending beautiful butterflies...
This, obviously, The Time did,
In his most cunning manner: Death.
I vaguely remember your beautiful,
Tender, lovely frame lying wasted...
I could perceive, even though,
As indistinct as a dream,
Your late loving mother,
‘An Eternal Butterfly’ who's no more,
Hovering over you;
Receiving you benignly;
Holding you in tight embrace;
Grasping you compassionately;
Fondling you full of nostalgic yearning
And longing and craving of,
As though, endless ages and eras…
You were seen no more thenceforth.
I had been trying to console myself saying,
You would be back soon.
Why cry? Why weep? Why to wail?
Yet -
Willingly or unwillingly,
Rationally or irrationally,
Knowingly or unknowingly -
Why this heaviness in me?
Why this pain?
Why this endless ache?
Are these feelings and anxieties caused,
Owing to your momentary absence?
Are these caused,
Because of my inner feeling of fear,
That I would be silent and mute,
When I meet you again?
Are these caused, because,
I have some debts to repay you?
Whatsoever might be the reason,
In my speechless unconsciousness,
My mute, stiff tongue,
Mumbles a little prayer for you:
Grant Her Eternal Rest,
O Lord!
May Perpetual Light,
Shine Upon Her!
Yet-
My inner mind whispered to me
That you would come back,
As you are a butterfly,
Keep flying and fluttering around…
Hence-
Before you were out of my sight-
I just bid you a heartfelt farewell:
Bye, Bye, Butterfly!
13 January 2022
An Obscenity Trial
by Michael R. Burch
The defendant was a poet held in many iron restraints
against whom several critics cited numerous complaints.
They accused him of trying to reach the "common crowd,"
and they said his poems incited recitals far too loud.
The prosecutor alleged himself most stylish and best-dressed;
it seems he’d never lost a case, nor really once been pressed.
He was known far and wide for intensely hating clarity;
twelve dilettantes at once declared the defendant another fatality.
The judge was an intellectual well-known for his great mind,
though not for being merciful, honest, sane or kind.
Clerics called him the "Hanging Judge" and the critics were his kin.
Bystanders said, "They'll crucify him!" The public was not let in.
The prosecutor began his case
by spitting in the poet's face,
knowing the trial would be a farce.
"It is obscene,"
he screamed,
"to expose the naked heart!"
The recorder (bewildered Society)
greeted this statement with applause.
"This man is no poet.
Just look: his Hallmark shows it.
Why, see, he utilizes rhyme, symmetry and grammar!
He speaks without a stammer!
His sense of rhythm is too fine!
He does not use recondite words
or conjure ancient Latin verbs.
This man is an imposter!
I ask that his sentence be
the almost perceptible indignity
of removal from the Post-Modernistic roster."
The jury left in tears of joy, literally sequestered.
The defendant sighed in mild despair,
"Please, let me answer to my peers."
But how His Honor giggled then,
seeing no poets were let in.
Later, the clashing symbols of their pronouncements drove him mad
and he admitted both rhyme and reason were bad.
***
A well-known poet criticized this poem for being "journalistic." But then the poem is written from the point of view of a journalist who's covering the trial of a poet. The poem was completed by the end of my sophomore year in college.
The stranger is strange, pariah, leper sounds offbeat,
Neither truculent, nor relevant, all destined to encounter the doomed relic;
The bizarre outlander, alien to stimulate the instant pulse-beats!
The uninvited hobnobber, one despises to welcome in routine frolic.
The stranger is unsolicited, the object of latent fear,
As strange may be the ways of the unbidden ones' intentional cares!
The stranger is unfaithful: weird to tranquility, comfort and cheer,
For the sceptical one, we become anxious by a mere fateful encounter!
The stanger lies in our conscience; in a distant land in paradoxical disguise.
Masquerade, the image generates an uncanny fear to sigh!
Sounds delinquent to subjugate the wires of prudent conscience!
Nonetheless, cogitates as usurper of peace; an ineffable parti pris.
Self-centred, they are loquacious, spell bound like con stars;
Babbles from the masks, camouflages as the epitomes of pretenders.
Unknown, unfamiliar, stirs alarms not to mingle, to be away, to be cautious.
In disguise, comes the alleged stanger to ruin ones' peace to shudder and shatter.
But the most alarming of all preconceived archetypes, are the strangers:
Who lingers on, as routine friends and well wishers,
On whom we doted on, are the real dear strangers,
Who by feigning friends, acted quisling, an obvious stranger!
'Hold!' sometimes left us dumbfounded with their insensible fickle deeds;
Even when the unknown stanger might spare and stand by us in awful needs!
When our intimate ones deny to wink at the distress;
While busy in spilling the beans, our woes go unnoticed by the feigned well-wishers.
Indeed! They are the untagged apparent strangers, fugitives in our trials.
Beware of those strangers, whom we adore as near and dear ones, 'bosom friends,'
the agnates and cognates, to entitle the crown, “an actual stranger" who elopes in tmes of miseries!
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