Diary of a Social Butterfly

Diary of a Social Butterfly
You know me yaar. Vaisay tau I’m so light headed and easy going but recently my BP has just shot out of the roof. Aik tau this motorway rape, na, it’s made me all aag bagola. First that stuppid policewallah saying that it was all that poor woman’s fault for going out alone at night. Then asking why she took that road. Then saying why she didn’t check her patrol first. That same old ghissi pitti story about how men tau becharas can’t help themselves and it is always a woman’s fault for everything whether it is gang rape, whether it is murder, whether it’s any azaab, whether it’s Covid even.

Because it turns out, we are not just to blame for what happens to us women but also for what happens to the whole country. It was we who caused Covid, by wearing sleeveless, don’t you remember? And since we caused it in the first place, it must also have been us Pakistani women who sent it to China and Brazeel and France and Amerca. All these Covid deaths around the world? They were caused by the nanga arms of Pakistani women. Ji haan we are to blame. So were are not just responsible for moral well fear of all of Pakistan, now it turns out that we are also responsible for safety of whole world. Honestly, so powerful we are. So if an earthquake happens somewhere or floods come or hurry cane or tycoon, it must be because a Pakistani women wore jeans or smoked on TV or did some other fahaashi like that.

Chalo, thanks God, then kay Bollywood also has to take some of the blame for what happens in Pakistan. Naturally our men are going to do gang rapes if they see dances shances in Indian films. Our men are so suggestive that way na.

Anyways, let’s talk of some nice things. Suna hai, PIA might be taken over by Turkish. Hai, imagine karo how nice that will be. We’ll get seats that decline! And a kumble each! And nice khaana! And films on flights! And Ertugrul type captains! Hai can’t wait for Turkish Delight…