Silent mirage stands,

Beneath the blade, truth whispers,

Courage breaks the stage.

In the shadowed corridors of contemporary Pakistan, where the air hums with a peculiar blend of bravado and despair, a new spectacle unfolds. The Chief of Army Staff, now adorned with the self-bestowed title of Field Marshal, strides forth, his chest puffed with the dubious laurel of a victory against India; a triumph so questionable it dissolves under the slightest scrutiny, much like a mirage in the Sindh desert. This is no mere elevation of rank; it is a coronation of illusion, a grand theater staged to mask the crumbling edifice beneath. Vaclav Havel, in his piercing essay “The Power of the Powerless,” would recognize this as the greengrocer’s slogan writ large, less a statement of truth, more a ritualistic chant to appease the unseen overseers and silence the restless masses.

The numbers, those sacred scrolls of economic prophecy, have been tampered with, twisted into a grotesque parody of reality. Gross Domestic Product, that vaunted measure of a nation’s pulse, is........

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