As Muslims, we offer do’a.
انّا للہ و انّا الیہی رجیعون
And Ms. Bhutto is no matyr. As Muslims, we are sad, yes. But not so much that Ms. Bhutto has died, but more that Muslims keep dying and others keep laughing. For them, there will be another one less enemy.
The Muslims are fighting petty fights, the others are winning the war.
In a state where there is so much differing of opinions, tribes, mazhab, and interpretation—corruption prospers. Then the enemies don’t have to do much of anything. They just have to keep supporting only somebody, and the whole state will crumble, until there is only one guy left standing who thinks that he has won. But that is when the enemy will come in. In droves. Like Iraq.
Allahummansuril Islam wal Muslimin wal Mujahideen, fi Falesteen, fi Iraq, fi Pakistan, fi kullimakaan.
My two political cents. Which ain’t much.