By Wajid Shamsul Hasan, London
Please note: The Writer is Pakistan High Commissioner to UK.
Skies had fallen on me when Mohtarma Benazir Bhutto Shaheed was assassinated. It seemed end of the world. Not that part of my body had died with her. There was much more than that. It was manifested in the abysmal pain that got hold of me—my soul, my heart and my mind. It was something more horrendous—my profound apprehensions regarding the future of Pakistan —predestined to be a failing or a failed state– long before her cold-bloodied murder.