Bravo — blessed Benazir Bhutto

Francis Bacon says, “Some books are to be tasted, others to be swallowed and some to be chewed and digested.” I have swallowed some books but I chewed and really digested an enchanting book, the autobiography by Benzair. “The Daughter of the East.” I am least concerned with politics and political figures, because I believe them not fair people. That is why I left over all those chapters of her book comprising the aspects of her political life. She too made it clear “I did not want to be a politician, nor wanted to pick up my father’s political mantle” but the assassination of my father and my imprisonment provided me with no exception but to join politics. After having gone through her book deeply, one thing seems for certain that destiny provided her with the opportunities to discover her inner and spiritual virtues, because there were certain moments so stunning and unexpected which led her to a strange world where everything was new for her. In this new aloof world where she was alone nothing was else to meditate in her inner self. The certain events which happened in her life developed a super human stamina, forbearance and spiritual experiences in her, which was not possible at all if she would not have an aptitude towards religion. At one place she reads in her book “My religion ISLAM is a religion of tolerance and plurism with the caricature of my faith”. When I was leaving for my further studies to USA my father presented with me a beautiful volume of the HOLY QURAN bounding in pearls. Though hailing from an up-to-date, wealthy family, she lived for days on end in starvation, with her clothing unchanged. She portrays a scene from her imprisonment: ‘I have no sweater, no blanket, only the Shalwar Kameez I was wearing when I was arrested.’ It shows the saintly strength of her resistance. While giving the account of the execution of her father, she touches the peaks of agony and anguish; it is very difficult for a reader to control tears while breaking the sequ