Once upon a time there lived a merchant with his family. God bestowed them
with a son and they named him Ali. Ali was a brilliant kid and did well in
studies; it was evident that he would do great in life. Time passed by, Ali
grew up and became a lawyer. This wearer of the black coat had taken it on
himself to fight for justice and for his people. Time went by and it so
happened that he won his people a precious piece of land. His dedication to his
people had proved that he was an altruistic persona and a true leader.

Hard work told upon his health and he left hundreds of thousands sobbing,
some of whom have their eyes still wet with tears and some of whom are still
weeping not just for Ali’s death but also for the misfortune that befell his
people and the land of theirs'. After Ali’s death, no one cared for the piece
of land that Ali had won and it turned to shambles. Time gave the people
chances to undo the wrongs already been done but it turned out that their
precious piece of land had fallen into the hands of the thieves. The thieves
and the opportunists did their best to plunder the people and soon they were
robbed of almost all they had.

The story doesn't end here. The looting still continues, the thieves are on
the loose. We have them all around us in every other corner of the street now,
let alone the government. How ironic that we had Muhammad Ali, a hero and now
we have Asif Ali, again a hero. Silence is golden, so much the truth.