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Dr. Aafia Siddqui, Prisnor No. 650

I don't know who she actually is, I don’t know whether she is guilty of terrorism or not, I don’t even know if indeed she is the prisoner No. 650 in Bagram Airbase Jail. But I know one thing and that is, one Pakistani citizen with her 3 small children is missing since years.

It is the responsibility of the state to provide security to its citizens, but when the rulers of a state are not safe and need extended security for themselves, how can they protect the general public. Looking at their security convoys, it seems as if we are in a state of war with our own people as if there is some civil war going on in our country. Anyways, given there pathetic situation, the incidents of persons missing without a trace is justified, at least for them.

Coming back to Dr. Aafia, if she is indeed abducted by the security agencies of Pakistan and handed over to Americans and she is or was in fact Prisoner No. 650 in Bagram, then we have proven yet another charge levelled on us years ago by some American diplomat when he was answering that how did they succeeded in capturing Ramzi Yousuf. I don’t have courage enough to state those words here but I am afraid that at least our rulers have ratified the charge given the comments in our beloved General's book that he handed over Pakistanis for reward money. Such shameless statement and such shameless character. Sometimes I feel like I shouldn't be called a Pakistani and prefer to become someone stateless. It is a far better association then being associated with Pakistan. But what to do, I was born a proud Pakistani and this is something which will go with me to the grave.

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