We used to read children's books together. It was an expression I hadn't heard or used in a very long time, when I heard it said to me over the phone I remembered someone different. When I got the news, I was told that something had happened to Wadi Bua. As a child, I used to call my aunt Wadi Bua, Sindhi for father's older sister. One that is written in tears and anger but one that comes from a place far away, from the realm of memory and forgiving-a place where at another time, we might have all been safe. I can't accept that this is what we have come to. I can't believe that it was for nothing, that violence in its purest form is so cruel and so unforgiving. I can't lose faith in this country, my home. I want to remember her differently because I must. ![]() But this week, I too want to remember her differently. The last fifteen years were not one we spent as friends or as relatives, that is also the truth. ![]() My aunt and I had a complicated relationship. ![]() She is the daughter of Mir Murtaza Bhutto, who was killed in 1996 in Karachi when his sister, Benazir, was prime minister. Fatima Bhutto is a Pakistani poet and writer.
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