As the fight for release of my illegally detained husband grew tougher and tougher so was my pocket becoming emptier and emptier. Maybe it was created deliberately by the government to squeeze me financially. It was in the the last 5 years 2 months 8 days, to be exact, that my life had taken 180 degree turn on the 30th of July 2005, when my husband disappeared. These days were based on tireless struggles non-stop running from pillar to post, sleepless nights and heart piercing grief.
Masood my loving husband is a famous educator and businessman in Rawalpindi and Islamabad .He was honest, hardworking, enthusiastic, charismatic,competent and extremely loving and caring .We got married in 1989 and life was heavenly happy for us .We were blessed with two boys and an adorable daughter. For his children, Masood was extraordinary friendly ,loving and caring . He would play wrestling with the boys and dolls with the little doll of ours. Life unfolded beautifully before us and we realized that we were more and more in love with each other.
There was hardly any spare time with Masood as he was running three institutions and a social welfare hospital for the poor. The rest of the time was dedicated to his aging parents and family he loved dearly. Masood made it a point to spend some time, every now and then, relaxing in hilly scenic areas where we enjoyed barbeques, fishing and camping at our leisure.
I remember the time of Masood’s disappearance with a shudder, recalling how I was helplessly lying on bed for 3 months crying in a deep shock and depression. All the while my innocent children Muhammad (14), Ali (12) and Aishah (8), were sunk in a sea of shock, lost in a world of their own, their eyes desperately searching for Abbu (father) and Ammi (mother) both. Read the rest of this entry »