What to do with time"
* Benazir Bhutto *
On a dusty road outside of Larkana, walks a woman, the red earth blowing across her feet. The warm wind of her homeland whisking through her hair; the dust of the past, present, and future - all of it's love, grief, tragedy, courage, faith, and hope - now at peace. The warmth of her smile could light even the darkest night. And her beautiful face radiant as a rising sun. Her gentle breath mixing with the warm wind and settling forever, like a song, upon her homeland, and upon a wind across the world...
On December 27, a light went out. It was nearing sunset on a road in Rawalpindi when God opened up His heaven and received into it one of His most special children, one of His most beautiful servants. Benazir Bhutto - one of the greatest lights God gave to humanity - would now forever light the heavens.
"I didn't choose this life. It chose me."
As the "Daughter of Destiny" that she was, it was fated before her time on this earth even began that she would be a martyr for her country, her people, and for freedom and democracy. She died as she lived - embracing those who loved her with her beautiful smile and a heart full of love for Pakistan and its people.
Pakistan was her heart - and she was theirs. She was also their hope - as she was the hope and inspiration to millions around the world - including myself.
What she gave to the world, to humanity, to time itself - courage, faith, spirit, bravery, love, kindness, self-sacrifice, optimism, and hope - will live forever. Her life was a light in an oft-darkened world. She was the embodiment of courage, beauty, and strength. She never failed to put her country and her people above and before herself.
She gave her life serving the cause and hope of democracy, equality, justice, freedom, and humanity. She was one of the greatest leaders and advocates for democracy and human rights that our world has ever known. She was a mother. She was a wife. She was a daughter and a sister. She was a friend. She was a remarkably special person who showed me kindness. She was, is, and forever will be, my inspiration.
For all eternity she is all of these things...and she is now also a martyr.
Hope lives in the spirit of her memory, and as long as we embrace the vision and the dream that she believed in - a vision and a dream that can move mountains and change lives - then hope lives on in our world, every day that we choose to believe, and keep the faith, and work together, with willing hands and open hearts to make her dreams our hopes and our hopes tomorrow's reality. It is our mission - a mission begun by a great woman, a great leader, and a great human being, whose spirit of courage and hope and lives on in the hearts of those who knew and loved her, and of those who never knew her, yet love her for the life she led, the lives she touched, and the legacy she leaves behind.
Deep in the catacombs of time, beyond the farthest stars in the sky, and in the heartbeat of every person who loved, respected, and supported her, lives a dream, the spirit, the legacy of an extraordinary woman, and the hope she lived and believed in --- a hope for all generations, now and in every breath and moment to come. For where there's light, there's hope, and where there's hope, there's life...in all of us who embrace it. In all of us who embrace her light and her legacy.
Benazir Bhutto lives. Her spirit lives forever in the hearts of those who loved her; in those to whom she gave hope; in those who were touched by her unbreakable, beautiful and special spirit; in those who were inspired by her courage, her bravery, and her largeness of soul. Those of us whose lives and hearts were forever touched and changed by hers - those of us who loved her - will forever carry her extraordinary spirit in our hearts.
Hers was an extraordinary, epic life of tragedy, triumph, love, bravery, and sacrifice. She died as she lived - and as she will forever be remembered - a woman of great faith in God and of tremendous courage. Forever brave. Forever beautiful. Forever Benazir.
In a fated element in the life of this profound "Daughter of Destiny", her beloved father gave her the name Benazir - meaning "one without comparison". For this extraordinary woman, and this profoundly special, beautiful soul, there could never have been a more perfect name. There's never been another like her, nor will there ever be again. She was, in every way, one without comparison.
Her light has gone out of this world, but will shine forever in the hearts of those who loved her. Her memory is enshrined forever in the fabric of time. And I know and believe that her courage and spirit will live forever in the hearts of those whose lives she touched; in the warm, immortal wind; and in the dusty earth of the land she loved.
Hers truly was - and forever will be in every way - a heart, a spirit, and a life without comparison.
"I miss the scent of the rain when it falls on the dusty roads, and the wheat crops in flower. There's a time appointed to all of us when we will die. My life is in God's hands."
She had longed to walk once again upon the dusty roads of her homeland. Now she walks there forever. Now she walks with God. Now she is free.
Written in tribute to and memory of, Benazir Bhutto, by one who loved her dearly.
-- Michelle Lindsey, 26, of the United States
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Shaheed Mohtarma Benazir Bhutto
Benazir Zindabad! Jeay Bhutto!