December 27th, 2017
I come across posters on the sides of the roads with political slogans praising a dead leader. Such trash plastered all over the city. Yet a mass of the crowd calling itself a nation stays in the political discussion throughout the day and all days of the year and all years of their lives which they have memories about. The attraction towards siyasat is what keeps energies of the crowd going. Average Joes and Janes keep bashing the top heads of any political clan but what many stay blind from is the eye to know who the real pest is. The real disease, the real traitors. These small faces at the footnote of every poster usually beginning with “minjanib“. Like cockroaches surviving a nuclear war or even an apocalypse, these minjanib politicians are the ones hard to wipe. That is the rule of the dirt.