Subsequent to his little murder stint, Mr. Qadri was dragged to prison, on the way to which we are told that he was pelted with rose petals and other good stuff. In addition to several congratulatory facebook status', local media wrote eulogies in praise of the gentleman. We would also mention that on Valentines day (0h-the-irony), Mr. Taseer was sent many-a-gift from languishing admirers.
And now these same admirers are burning tyres, and blocking roads and generally threatening the country with oodles of havoc if the man is - indeed - sentenced to death.
Why are they so devoted, you ask?
Why because Mr. Qadri is a hero. Ofcourse.
What else would you call a man who shot down - in cold blood - a person he was duty-bound to protect? What else would you call a person who took a stand against someone who had the audacity to bluntly assume the innocence of a Christian woman subject to death for blasphemy. What else would you call a man who decided to take the law into his own hands in in own fell stroke end any debate against the implementation of Pakistan's blasphemy law? What else would you call a man that in 26 bullets sparked off a fanatic revolution in a country already beset with problems. What else would you call a man who not only killed Aasia Bibi's only hope for survival, but also killed any hope we had for religious tolerance or an end to victimization of minorities.
What else can you call Mr. Qadri?
I call him a symbol of how myopic, intolerant and bigoted Pakistanis have become. I call him a harbinger of what is to come. I call him an icon for those who seek to destroy every ounce of humanity and tolerance from this country. I call him a reason for us to despair and to lose a little more hope in the future of the Islamic Republic of Pakistan.