When a mother means much more

My mother passed away last week in Karachi's Aga Khan University Hospital. It was the same hospital where I saw her last some five years back. She had made a full recovery then. Well, almost. However, it was different this time around. We were sort of expecting the news since her overall condition was deterioting every day. Why was the impact so much more?
I don't know about anyone else in my family but I was her youngest child and we were close -- even in her death. The last three times I went to Karachi it was when my brother died, next my sister passed away not so long after my brother's death, and, my latest trip, was when I had been told that my mother is in intensive care and she wouldn't make it. I had rushed to see her one last time. But she survived.
I went to the hospital straight from the airport and to the ICU. I remember very vivdly that I took her hand in mine, just to feel her or perhaps, to connect with her in my own way. Suddenly, I felt a gentle squeeze. I leaned closer to her as she was trying to say something. She whispered, "So you made it my son."
I knew that my Amma, or mother, wasn't ready to make the journey to the other world... just yet. And, like I knew what needed to be done, I started asking the doctors about the possibility of placing a pace maker device in her. It was done the very next day and Amma was back from dead.
I left Pakistan the same day she was discharged from the hospital. I have not been back since. I spent two full days with her after the operation. I had come back thinking what a great piece of invention the pace maker was. It made me my mother good as new. All hail and hearty. However, while on board my flight back to Singapore, I said a quiet prayer in my heart to my Amma sans the pace maker.
My Allah rest her soul in peace.

Where Nawaz Sharif failed Shabnam Majeed succeeded

Now what shall we do with Shabnam Majeed? She got what she wanted and got away with it. Nawaz Sharif is angry, kicking himself, since as a PM at the time, he couldn't get the plane diverted. That chit of a girl, Shabnam Majeed, got it to turn and land back at Islamabad airport.

I am totally lost since he hasn't said a word about it. No, not a word. He should call his lawyer friends and commence march to Islambad right away. How dare Shabnam Majeed do this to him! Nawaz Sharif is not just another Sharif but a Sherrif of his particular kind of sharifs. The timing sucks. Here, he is going for Musharaf's jugular and playing for broke. He wants Musharaf skinned. If he could get his hands on Musharaf, he would quite literally and very gladly do so himself -- skin Musharaf alive. Why? Apart from all the obvious reasons, he wants to put the fear of his might in Asif Ali Zardari and anyone, from Khyber to Karachi, who dares come between him and a third shot at the top job in the land. He is mad. He has to be. He cannot make up his mind whether he wants to be Prime Minister or the President? He is going bonkers.
He is talking about upholdhing the law and the only one way he knows is to 'get Musharaf'. I shall correct myself. Nawaz Sharif is NOT mad but raving mad. He is so full of himself that he cannot see his way out of it.
Now Shabnam Majeed has done this plane thing with no help from men in uniform. For Musharaf's cardinal sin, Nawaz Sharif has asked the military to distance itself from the dictator. He doesn't know how to ask Asif Ali Zardari to distance himself from Shabnam Majeed since she was returning after performing at the presidency that night.