To: IQBAL LATIF who wrote (46245 ) 5/22/2004 3:00:53 AM From: IQBAL LATIF Respond to of 50167 Her Majesty’s subjects —Navid Shahzad Syed Hyder Ali Bokhari, at the ripe old age of fifteen months has been directed by Her Majesty’s government to appear for an interview before a visa may be issued allowing him to travel to Britain for a holiday with his parents! They say May has never been so hot. They say it will be a long, hot, cruel summer. But they have said much that has not come true. When they promised law and order, our lives remained as vulnerable as a night-shadow and whole families were slaughtered in the darkness. When they promised us security and we went to our mosques to pray, we were as vulnerable as the swimmer with cramp trapped on a holiday beach. When they said they were liberators, we suffered the indignity, the pain of being aliens in our own lands. So why believe the weather pundits? The people see only through a hooded darkness and hear only the jeers of their tormentors. The soul is dead and what is left of the body will be denied only a sweet night’s sleep and the hope of the sighting of a wisp of a lost cloud, or fail to hear the tender whisper of a first breeze. This is a small price to pay and the weather men can be wrong. Hope and life, hand in hand. Tragedy and comedy, mixed with the precision of a Bond martini, shaken not stirred. And just when we thought the laughter would never return, it came like the first fat drop of rain from the sky and the air was filled with the smell of the wet earth and life returned to a semblance of normalcy. He weighs less than his name, stands eighteen inches from the ground and has a fourteen-word vocabulary that only his mother can understand. Jugnu Mohsin refused to give him back as she cradled him in her arms. With cheeks redder than the silk bandanna wound round his head, his small body clad in dockers and a doll-size t-shirt, he could have been anyone’s favourite toy. Syed Hyder Ali Bokhari, at the ripe old age of fifteen months has been directed by Her Majesty’s government to appear for an interview before a visa may be issued allowing him to travel to Britain for a holiday with his parents! Both adults have five-year multiple-entry visas, ample evidence of funds and have spent long years abroad at elite educational institutions. Planning a surprise, the Bokharis had hoped to travel in time to reach London for a beloved niece’s first birthday. The letter addressed to the baby dashed their hopes. Hyder, who is Lahore-based, is expected to present himself at 7.30 am on a June morning at the British High Commission in Islamabad and without ‘friends or relatives’ and in the same breath told to bring his mother with him! So what category do mothers fit into if they are neither friend nor relative? Hyder has also been told that he will not ‘be permitted to bring bags, briefcases or mobile phones with him’ but that he should ‘bring his passport and any previous passports’. Not being allowed to take in a mobile phone is a good idea since the young man could run up quite a hefty bill calling God knows where, the briefcase is a good idea too. Unless Hyder plans to sleep in it and be discovered later, adopted and given the name of Earnest so he could woo Cecily and live happily ever after as envisioned by that playwright with the Wilde name! The bag, however, is another issue altogether. Presuming that Hyder can be woken up (against his will) at five am, trundled along to the Convention Centre to board the bus leaving for the High Commission for the 7.30 deadline, it would require Herculean control to not require either a diaper change, a comforting suck at the milk bottle or a gnaw at one’s favourite teething ring during the hours that one has to wait before one is called to the glass booth. As for the ‘previous passports,’ we accept the Wordsworthian philosophy of the child being father of the man, but surely this is carrying things too far! Hyder has also been told to bring ‘details of the sponsor in the UK’ ignoring the fact that he has not cited any sponsor and his parents have shown adequate funds to finance the trip. We are well aware of the present paranoia surrounding the issuance of visas for first-time visitors. We have also been told ad nauseam about the special training received by visa officers when they are posted overseas. But to smell a rat when a parent with a bona fide visa requests permission to take their child with them is to nullify reports of special expertise, fairness or good judgment. We suspect it has more to do with the fact that little Hyder has an alias (Gola — which, as we know are dangerous things to have these days) and less to do with an overly officious decision-making process. Or could that smell possibly be a diaper rather than a rat that has met his comeuppance? Seriously though, long before 9/11 smote us in the eye, we have been meted out barbaric treatment by foreign embassies. So inured are we to being treated as third class citizens in our own country that we have forgotten what national dignity is all about. We have seen it all. The thump of state approval for the assistance extended in a global war against terrorism, the behind-closed-doors donor assurances, the glittering face of state visits and banquets fit for kings. But we the people, have been made to stand in scorching heat or bitter cold, in queues that stretch snakelike to the Margalla hills and back, only to be told that the first thirty applicants will be interviewed on the day — the rest must return to their homes or their cities and live to tell the tale another day! The Saudis mistreat us as do the Spanish; the Americans view us with endemic suspicion, the French with disdain and the British with a hauteur bordering on contempt against a people they had once colonised. Of course some of us will do a Houdini when we get to England (or wherever it is we plan to go) but the vast majority of us are law-abiding people who would no want to live anywhere but in Pakistan. In Hyder’s case, at any rate, we doubt very much he would want to abandon his Tweety-bird cot for greener pastures! The writer is currently the consultant for Beacon House National University, Lahore. Her e-mail address is: navidshahzad@hotmail.comdailytimes.com.pk