This is why I feel nothing but sadness and a little bewilderment this Independence Day. I can no longer pass an incredibly lit up building and feel warm & fuzzy on the inside. Instead, I’m disconcerted. I feel a tightness in my stomach. How can we celebrate? What are we celebrating?
Losses are hitting us left and right; faster and sooner than we can justly reflect upon. I saw a dozen cars today with flags. Buildings elaborately adorned with lights in the most lavish manner; using resources this country does not have. Why aren’t multinationals sponsoring families of the fallen? Using the funding so blatantly available to enable those that have been faced with the worst consequences of all. The government buildings, no longer visible under the lights and glitz of our “Independence Day”
Why not improve police and special forces training? Create job opportunities as well as improve the conditions of those fallen men that bear the brunt of our national security.
I recently saw a picture of Amjad Sabri’s son singing in his school for Independence Day. Bless his innocent soul, able to wear the colors of this country and in that, have faith and see the beauty in so much ugliness.
After spending the majority part of my trip representing Pakistan, creating awareness by defending what’s going on; what’s being portrayed in the media and what’s factual. I’m exhausted. I can no longer see the glory around the gore.
I’m sorry, Pakistan. I love you but I’m sorry.