It was 27th December, that year, the gloomy twilight, shadowing havoc, too awful for words alarm, uncanny offshoot of the day and an eerie happening that we came across out of the blue. Birds were returning to their abodes, herds were moving towards their folds, laborers were treading wearily ways and moms were having children in their kind laps. There suddenly happened like some huntsman shoots an innocent dove, sitting and chirping with kids. All the birds taking refuge on the trees flew in terror and scattered under the horrible sky.
Mohtrama Benazir Bhutto was taken to hospital but with the signs of agony and the same thing happened which was never welcomed in the country and abroad. She was removed from the scene physically and obviously but her legacy is lively and she is placed in the hearts of people more strappingly. This would continue to be so as long as there is breathing aspirant humanity, struggle for oppressed people, Socratic courage and faith in betterment.
Miss Benazir Bhutto (1953-2007) opened her eye in such an atmosphere that was recent birth of a country when new born nation was finding her appropriate place in the world community. All the happenings of the greatest partition of the world were fresh and hurts were soaring to a score. In all that phenomena, she has closely seen the rising confidence of the people to put together the country with new ideologies and a faith and bloody incidents what they have experienced during all that process of crumbling at the same time. She, being a daughter of the great person who was closely sitting at such an air corridor from where every scene of millions of people could easily be seen wounding and bleeding from the horrible incident has witnessed all of that.
Thereafter, she came across the well known panic of her father’s trial under the tyranny of a military dictator. At that moment she was fully at her wits to judge and feel the situation. In all that prosecution she remained very close to her great father, Shaheed Zulfiqar Ali Bhutto, who had significant influence on her political career, and passed the ocean of suffering and distresses. She could not do except to accept the consequences and suppress herself. In all that she could accumulate to look to future and change the way of governance to save the people and country. Thus she knew the things practically what she had gotten from her teacher Mother Eugene. Her teacher, Benazir tells had greater influence after her father Shaheed Bhutto. She says, “My father gave me a love for books. He loved reading books and he’d make sure that I bought books and he’d buy me books. And then Mother Eugene made my imagination run wild through Shakespeare~Twelfth Night and Julius Caesar~and Keats and Browning and Byron”.
