Ironic decisions

London My father has been missing for a day over a week now. The Government has assured us it is doing its best. A surgeon himself, he has been serving the regions of the north-western frontier of Pakistan for more than two decades now. Upon being told to go off to some other place in the country or to another country all-in-all, he refused and said that the Lord needed him there in that region.

His brief work as a Medical Superintendant at St. Elizabeth Hospital, Hyderabad didn't suffice his missionary work indeed and after serving a year at the hospital he went off to Bannu. The local tribes know him well and people across the land admire his spirituality and mission to serve the needy in the desolate lands.

It is upon this trust that the tribes find him a useful asset when it comes to medical attendance. The issue of his kidnapping being however sensitive is said to be kept low in profile. As if it's highlighted and pronounced more in the media, it would have severe consequences.

But, consider my irony. I live in London and have no way of learning where my father is and what he is being held for. No demands have been made by the captives as of yet which makes it even worse to gulp in. A strange hope has crawled into the angry void that my ignorance had left behind. I feel happy now that people responded in such a great and humble manner.