Would Ahsan Iqbal, as a responsible BOG member, conduct a financial audit of SDPI to show the 260 million Pakistanis and the global community how much foreign funding SDPI received and its true impact on the ground?

As Ahsan Iqbal claims to be a practicing Muslim, will he ask the Auditor General of Pakistan, FIA, SECP, or NAB to conduct a performance audit of SDPI?

I still hold hope that my hero and role model, Ahsan Iqbal, will direct Dr.

When I look back across the decades, I realize that some lives are changed not by grand proclamations, but by the quiet, indelible architecture of a single moment. In the spring of 1981, as I stood finishing my high school studies in Islamabad, my eyes were constantly drawn to the soaring, unfinished frame of the sixteen-story Shaheed-e-Millat Secretariat, a concrete titan rising just beyond my doorstep in F-6/1. Transfixed by its towering monolith while completing my matric at FG High School Islamabad, I pressed my father to tell me how a simple mind could design something so grand and enduring. His answer was absolute: to shape the world, you must first become an engineer at the prestigious University of Engineering and Technology (UET) in Lahore. Driven by that singular, relentless conviction, I persisted until my father finally brought me to those historic grounds.

Yet it was not the grand arches of academia that forever altered my destiny that day. Standing amidst the university’s lawns, history etched itself into my memory as we encountered a fierce young student leader holding an audience spellbound with thunderous valour. It was Ahsan Iqbal, then a prominent voice of the Islami Jamiat-e-Talaba, whose impassioned voice resonated so deeply that its echo lingered long after we left. When I formally entered UET Lahore in 1984, that moment remained my touchstone. Around 1987, when the Islami Jamiat-e-Talaba again invited him to speak once more, his rhetoric had matured into a soaring, masterly eloquence, bearing the powerful, historic cadence of Martin Luther King Jr., whose speeches I had watched on television. Fresh from completing his MBA at the Wharton School of the University of Pennsylvania, Ahsan Iqbal became a living legend for me. Right there, after almost 45 years, I chose my lifelong role model.

Though we never met in person, I watched his journey unfold over the years with a wide-eyed boy’s devotion. When he was appointed Deputy Chairman of the Planning Commission of Pakistan with the status of Minister of State in 1996 and launched the historic Pakistan Vision 2010 in 1997, my aspirations touched the sky. Seeing my hero chart a bold roadmap to transform Pakistan into an Asian Economic Tiger affirmed my belief in the transformative power of visionary leadership.

There is a profound, aching tragedy in watching the collapse of such an idol, not because they simply fade away, but because the grand architecture of hope they built in your mind turns out to be made of hollow air.

When the news broke a week ago- that silent, heavy statistic from the World Bank declaring that Pakistan’s poverty rate has surged, leaving the nation to account for 48% of the extremely poor across the Greater Middle East, North Africa, Afghanistan, and Pakistan (MENAAP) region, slipping beneath even the shadow of Afghanistan- it did not merely report an economic reality. It felt like a fracture in the sky. It coincided with the candid admission from Interior Minister Mohsin Naqvi that the country’s system of governance has completely collapsed. For someone who believed in Ahsan Iqbal for four decades, this was not just a policy failure; it was a devastating personal betrayal that leaves me weeping tears of blood.

In the rhythmic, unsparing truth of the human heart, one must ask: What becomes of a vision when its chief architect presides over the systematic crumbling of the very house he swore to build? To look back at the shadow of........

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