Mian Ijaz Ul Hassan

Killing just for the sake of killing is not enough. A warrior must not only be adept at killing but must also relish the kill. I wonder where the Americans train their warriors There is an animal hidden in each one of us — so they say. Man civilised himself rather quickly. The thick hairy […]

Prejudice — even in the face of abject defeat and humiliation — assumes complete superiority over others in terms of courage, ethnic and racial superiority, faith and personal hygiene. Those prejudiced against are considered cowardly and deceitful. They exude offensive body odour On the Fourteenth of August, a newspaper carried a sub-headline, “Pervaiz says Pakistanis

Gen Musharraf would have made a better and very popular president had he executed the two-point agenda and let himself be judged by the people. With less constitutional power he would have been stronger and exercised greater moral authority over parliament and the nation. But I suppose he thought one in hand was better than

Bhutto could have asked Mujib ur Rehman for a list of individuals suspected of genocide, rape and loot. The alleged criminals could have been tried for violating the law and for conduct unbecoming of officers and soldiers of the Pakistan Army. The Hamood report could have been made public. But being a super nationalist Bhutto

By next morning we had voluntarily surrendered leadership to our friend. From there on we accepted his instructions at least without a grimace. On approaching Takhtbai, not far from where we had stayed for the night I hesitantly enquired whether it would be possible and appropriate for us to stop for a while to visit

When a journalist asked how Uganda could be attacked by sea when it was a land-locked country, the president replied with an impassive smile, “There, you see, the English are so stupid” An attractive mother on telephone to daughter: “Kaisi ho (How are you)?” Daughter with a packet of Sooper cookies in her hand replies,

 When inanimate objects are creatively perceived and identified by an artist, it is strange how they come alive and begin to interact and talk Coming to Karachi in the old days was always fun. It was a city of lights. Some of the Lahore roads in the fifties did not even have street lighting. Zubeida

Sardar Aseff, never short of wise digs, listened for a while to my bickering before addressing Shahnawaz to observe, “The trouble with Mian Ijaz is that after all these years he persists in believing that the state of Pakistan is for the common people” The old must inevitably make way for the new. But is

Unfortunately, the Butts are men of divided loyalty. Sometimes they want to seduce a trotter, at another they like to befriend a turnip. The local Arains, considering all that the Butts disapprove of them, are at leastconsistent in their praise of aaloo gosht I believe cooking trotters is an art. After they are cooked and

 Zardari was courteous, relaxed and full of beans. Everyone praised his courage. He graciously accepted the compliments and added, “Remember, I could not have done it without your support” Mian Muhammod Bakhsh writes Dushman maran te khushee na kareay; sajanan we mar jana (Be not merry at the death of an enemy; for those you