Sadly Pakistan heading in the wrong direction, there is no value for the life of ordinary citizen in Pakistan
Showing posts with label Pakistan rogue nuclear scientist. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Pakistan rogue nuclear scientist. Show all posts
Friday, 22 February 2013
Monday, 11 February 2013
North Korean Nuclear Test Imminent?
Weapons proliferated by Rogue Pakistani Nuclear Xerox Copier Scientist - Abdul Qadeer Khan will detonated to bring security(not food) to North Korea
North Korea has pulled manpower and equipment out of its nuclear test site, says a report, which cites the move as a possible sign of an imminent blast.
South Korea's Yonhap news agency says Seoul has been keeping close watch on the underground Punggye-ri nuclear test site, as no movement of manpower and equipment has been observed there since Friday.
The agency quoted an unnamed source as saying the apparent withdrawal could point to a nuclear test being carried out soon.
North Korea has warned of a third atomic test since last month, but has not specified a date.
North Korea has pulled manpower and equipment out of its nuclear test site, says a report, which cites the move as a possible sign of an imminent blast.
South Korea's Yonhap news agency says Seoul has been keeping close watch on the underground Punggye-ri nuclear test site, as no movement of manpower and equipment has been observed there since Friday.
The agency quoted an unnamed source as saying the apparent withdrawal could point to a nuclear test being carried out soon.
North Korea has warned of a third atomic test since last month, but has not specified a date.
Friday, 8 February 2013
Apparently ‘Pakistani’ in French means ‘terrorist’
Whatever you might call it : Failed state or failing state....rogue state or rogue army....it is a headache for the entire world
Terror, war, military coups and persecution of non-Muslims are build in the DNA of Pakistan
http://blogs.tribune.com.pk/story/15875/apparently-pakistani-in-french-means-terrorist/
I experienced it again yesterday; I re-lived what it feels like to be accused – accused when you don’t even know why you are being charged. Again, I lived through the humiliation of someone pointing his finger at me and saying,
“Hey you… You look like a terrorist.”
The temperature in Lille was cold; six degrees below the freezing point, to be exact. The behaviour of the four men around me was colder.
I had noticed them the moment I had gotten off the train that had brought me back to Lille from Paris. I thought that I was being over imaginative when I saw the men following me. I entered the small souvenir shop on the platform to look for some fridge magnets. I did not find anything worth buying, so I turned back and came out of the shop and that was when I was stopped by four armed men in uniform who spoke to me in loud French.
I had no idea what they were saying.
“I have no idea what you are saying,” I tried to cooperate. “I don’t understand French.”
And then I heard the dreaded words.
“Pakistani?” said the short man, while the tall one standing next to me put his hand on my camera bag.
“Yes,” I replied as calmly as I could. “I am from Pakistan.”
“What are you doing here?”
“Just visiting,” I said.
It was a dumb question.
“What do you have in the bag?”
“It’s a camera.”
Meanwhile, the tall man had already taken the camera off my back and was opening it. A crowd of more than a dozen people had gathered and was looking at the scene. Their English was limited. They were continuously asking me questions in French which I was unable to answer. I shrugged my shoulder in helplessness because that conversation was going nowhere.
At that very moment, a girl, probably in her mid-twenties, stepped towards us despite the risk that I could have blown up everyone with the ‘bomb’ attached to my body.
“They are asking you to open your jacket,” she translated for me.
“Oh, okay.”
I opened the zip. I was wearing a sweater underneath and a thermal shirt under the sweater. My fault, I feel cold at times.
The man said something again.
“He is asking why you had closed the jacket from the front.” The girl translated, and for the remaining conversation she was my voice to them and their voice to me.
“Because it’s cold,” I said.
That, too, was a dumb question.
“Where did you get this camera?”
“I got the camera from Pakistan and the lenses from Thailand and the UAE.”
“When did you get it?”
“I don’t know. Around three years ago, I guess.”
“Cash or credit?”
“I don’t know. I don’t recall. Credit card probably. How is that relevant?”
“Do you have an ID?”
I opened my wallet and took out all the cards I had – My emirates ID, business card, National Identity Card for Overseas Pakistanis (NICOP) and health insurance.
The armed men said something to the girl and returned my camera bag to me. The girl said something to them in return. They walked away. The crowd started to disperse.
“They were asking me if I was with you,” The girl told me. “I told them I was just helping; they told me to tell you to carry your passport in your pocket all the time.”
“Thank you for your help,” I was genuinely thankful to her. “If you weren’t here, I would have had to spend the night in the lock-up, or probably worse. Merci (thank you).”
“It’s okay,” She smiled. “I don’t like them.”
I put on my gloves, my cap, zipped my jacket again and started walking towards the exit.
It is partly my fault too. When I travel, I usually don’t shave and end up growing thick stubble, despite knowing how I was treated by the Greek embassy in 2010 for having a beard and ‘looking like a terrorist’. Partly that, and partly because when I am a Pakistani, I am answerable to any first world father of my leaders, even if they want to know whether I paid for my camera with a credit card or by cash.
But I am not exactly certain about what infuriated me.
Was I humiliated because I was ‘randomly’ chosen for that interrogation?
Or was it because it was embarrassing to face this on a crowded platform?
Was I hurt because they were rude?
No.
What stung the worst was that it all started with ‘Pakistani’?
Lille is a beautiful city, but sadly, I will always remember it with a bitter taste in my mouth.
http://blogs.tribune.com.pk/story/15875/apparently-pakistani-in-french-means-terrorist/
I experienced it again yesterday; I re-lived what it feels like to be accused – accused when you don’t even know why you are being charged. Again, I lived through the humiliation of someone pointing his finger at me and saying,
“Hey you… You look like a terrorist.”
The temperature in Lille was cold; six degrees below the freezing point, to be exact. The behaviour of the four men around me was colder.
I had noticed them the moment I had gotten off the train that had brought me back to Lille from Paris. I thought that I was being over imaginative when I saw the men following me. I entered the small souvenir shop on the platform to look for some fridge magnets. I did not find anything worth buying, so I turned back and came out of the shop and that was when I was stopped by four armed men in uniform who spoke to me in loud French.
I had no idea what they were saying.
“I have no idea what you are saying,” I tried to cooperate. “I don’t understand French.”
And then I heard the dreaded words.
“Pakistani?” said the short man, while the tall one standing next to me put his hand on my camera bag.
“Yes,” I replied as calmly as I could. “I am from Pakistan.”
“What are you doing here?”
“Just visiting,” I said.
It was a dumb question.
“What do you have in the bag?”
“It’s a camera.”
Meanwhile, the tall man had already taken the camera off my back and was opening it. A crowd of more than a dozen people had gathered and was looking at the scene. Their English was limited. They were continuously asking me questions in French which I was unable to answer. I shrugged my shoulder in helplessness because that conversation was going nowhere.
At that very moment, a girl, probably in her mid-twenties, stepped towards us despite the risk that I could have blown up everyone with the ‘bomb’ attached to my body.
“They are asking you to open your jacket,” she translated for me.
“Oh, okay.”
I opened the zip. I was wearing a sweater underneath and a thermal shirt under the sweater. My fault, I feel cold at times.
The man said something again.
“He is asking why you had closed the jacket from the front.” The girl translated, and for the remaining conversation she was my voice to them and their voice to me.
“Because it’s cold,” I said.
That, too, was a dumb question.
“Where did you get this camera?”
“I got the camera from Pakistan and the lenses from Thailand and the UAE.”
“When did you get it?”
“I don’t know. Around three years ago, I guess.”
“Cash or credit?”
“I don’t know. I don’t recall. Credit card probably. How is that relevant?”
“Do you have an ID?”
I opened my wallet and took out all the cards I had – My emirates ID, business card, National Identity Card for Overseas Pakistanis (NICOP) and health insurance.
The armed men said something to the girl and returned my camera bag to me. The girl said something to them in return. They walked away. The crowd started to disperse.
“They were asking me if I was with you,” The girl told me. “I told them I was just helping; they told me to tell you to carry your passport in your pocket all the time.”
“Thank you for your help,” I was genuinely thankful to her. “If you weren’t here, I would have had to spend the night in the lock-up, or probably worse. Merci (thank you).”
“It’s okay,” She smiled. “I don’t like them.”
I put on my gloves, my cap, zipped my jacket again and started walking towards the exit.
It is partly my fault too. When I travel, I usually don’t shave and end up growing thick stubble, despite knowing how I was treated by the Greek embassy in 2010 for having a beard and ‘looking like a terrorist’. Partly that, and partly because when I am a Pakistani, I am answerable to any first world father of my leaders, even if they want to know whether I paid for my camera with a credit card or by cash.
But I am not exactly certain about what infuriated me.
Was I humiliated because I was ‘randomly’ chosen for that interrogation?
Or was it because it was embarrassing to face this on a crowded platform?
Was I hurt because they were rude?
No.
What stung the worst was that it all started with ‘Pakistani’?
Lille is a beautiful city, but sadly, I will always remember it with a bitter taste in my mouth.
Monday, 3 December 2012
Skyfall : Pakistan Army's Hatf V (Ghauri) missile failed??
Pakistani Hatf V missile parts disintegrate and falls on Pakistani villages
Rodong-1 missile technology was apparently not copied correctly from North Korea. The North Koreans forgot to share gyros, compass and google maps.
This missile is to be nuclear tipped and what if this missile falls on Pakistan itself? What is the use of this missile to Pakistan if we do not have drinking water?
"Colonel Mushtaq” and “Colonel Amjad” rushed in to Johi taluka of Dadu district, Sindh for covering up failure?
According to reports, following a thunderous sound, villagers witnessed metal debris falling from the sky in the Johi taluka of Dadu district, Sindh.
It was unclear what the debris was of. Increasing the intrigue was the fact that the local administration remained tightlipped about the incident and declined to describe the nature of the metal pieces.
The police was silent on the matter, and the military was quick to the site. “We have been kept away from this matter,” said Dadu SSP Usman Ghani. “The army is looking into it.”
Police sources said that a “Colonel Mushtaq” and “Colonel Amjad” from the Hyderabad Cantonment have secured the sites as well as the metal debris.
Leaked photographs showed that the devices were equipped with fuel tanks, CPUs, electric circuits, card readers, exhausts and gauges. There was plenty of speculation linked to the debris, including linking it with the Hatf-V missile field tested by the Pakistan Army from its National command Center the same day (Wednesday).
Police sources said the pieces weighed between two to 180kg, adding that all of them are yet to be recovered from the villages. No one was harmed in the incident. The debris reportedly fell in the villages of Haveli, Khazani, Shahak Lodhlani, Wazir Lund and Ahmed Lund in Dadu and Garo Jabal and Abu Bakar Brohi villages in the bordering Balochistan.
Abdul Nadeem Brohi, a resident of Garo Jabal village, said, “We were ploughing our land when we saw a heavy piece of iron falling down from the sky.” Garo Jabal village is where the heaviest piece of metal, weighing around 180 kg, had fallen.
According to reports, some villagers took away smaller pieces, which looked like burnt iron and rods. SHO Nazeer Mallah said that they failed to retrieve anything from the Haveli and Khazani villages.
Rodong-1 missile technology was apparently not copied correctly from North Korea. The North Koreans forgot to share gyros, compass and google maps.
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| Hatf V flight controller popped out of the missile |
This missile is to be nuclear tipped and what if this missile falls on Pakistan itself? What is the use of this missile to Pakistan if we do not have drinking water?
"Colonel Mushtaq” and “Colonel Amjad” rushed in to Johi taluka of Dadu district, Sindh for covering up failure?
According to reports, following a thunderous sound, villagers witnessed metal debris falling from the sky in the Johi taluka of Dadu district, Sindh.
It was unclear what the debris was of. Increasing the intrigue was the fact that the local administration remained tightlipped about the incident and declined to describe the nature of the metal pieces.
The police was silent on the matter, and the military was quick to the site. “We have been kept away from this matter,” said Dadu SSP Usman Ghani. “The army is looking into it.”
Police sources said that a “Colonel Mushtaq” and “Colonel Amjad” from the Hyderabad Cantonment have secured the sites as well as the metal debris.
Leaked photographs showed that the devices were equipped with fuel tanks, CPUs, electric circuits, card readers, exhausts and gauges. There was plenty of speculation linked to the debris, including linking it with the Hatf-V missile field tested by the Pakistan Army from its National command Center the same day (Wednesday).
Police sources said the pieces weighed between two to 180kg, adding that all of them are yet to be recovered from the villages. No one was harmed in the incident. The debris reportedly fell in the villages of Haveli, Khazani, Shahak Lodhlani, Wazir Lund and Ahmed Lund in Dadu and Garo Jabal and Abu Bakar Brohi villages in the bordering Balochistan.
Abdul Nadeem Brohi, a resident of Garo Jabal village, said, “We were ploughing our land when we saw a heavy piece of iron falling down from the sky.” Garo Jabal village is where the heaviest piece of metal, weighing around 180 kg, had fallen.
According to reports, some villagers took away smaller pieces, which looked like burnt iron and rods. SHO Nazeer Mallah said that they failed to retrieve anything from the Haveli and Khazani villages.
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