The ‘flying’ locusts
by Tammy Swofford
Dr Jones now did a curious thing. He threw open the lid to the container. A swarm of locusts jumped to catch the gust and swarmed across the auditorium in the shape of a fist. Fleeing in terror, we bolted for the corridor
Last week, I was caught off guard reading this description of the citizens of Pakistan: “He has been on starvation rations both physically and morally since a long, long time, and your arrogance-ridden political horse sense should tell you that if these insects collapse or perish, whom would you rule?” (‘Please let my sunlight in — II’ by Mehboob Qadir, Daily Times, February 16, 2012).
It is unlikely the correspondent was aware of my own activities the prior week. A coterie of international journalists were busily observing the inner workings of a secretive think tank meeting held in Davos, Switzerland. It was an honour to be part of the press corps for this prestigious forum.
The ‘Arab Spring’ may now have the look of a slaughtered animal in most regions. But the ongoing upheaval in Syria should remind us of one thing. If the animal can still move a leg, a tail or an eye, it is still alive. The political animal is alive and well in Syria.