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Trip To Syria: Flying Away

Sunday, March 29th, 2009

Picking up from where I ended my second Ayyam-e-Aza post, as promised, I’m beginning my travel log of the trip to Syria last month.

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I came back to my house from Zameer Akhtar’s after seeing that he was fine and recovering well, I sat down on my computer and did some last minute net surfing. Stayed up all night. Took a bath and got ready at four and we left our house for the airport. My father was staying back in Karachi and only me, my sister and mother were going. We met my aunts and their familes at the airport and together it was a group of sixteen that checked in and went on to the waiting lounge. Everyone was making fun of my bruise but they couldn’t get the better of me.

Our flight plan was to go to Abu Dhabi and then catch another flight to Damascus. We were flying with Etihad Airways. The first flight was at 6:25 a.m., almost empty and we had the leisure of choosing seats at will. The airhostesses were hot! :D

Plane started moving and we could see the tarmac and runway on screens fixed behind all seats. The take off speed was damn slow. Hell, I can drive faster!

Karachi looked cool at night, full of lights: blessings of KESC.

I took my mp3 player to Syria and me and my cousin listened to Nauhas throughout the journey. Apart from that, I took my camera and external hard drive. I also convinced my cousin to take his handycam and laptop along which turned out to be a very good idea.

After sometime, food was served. The table was attached to the handrest of the seats, rather in it. It was very uncomfortable, too close to my stomach and even after extending it forward, I was unable to comfortably use my hands at such close range. The table was low too and was resting on my knees. Disadvantages of being tall… :(

They had liquor on the plane. Had my mom not been with me, I would have taken the liberty of trying some. Haha, just kidding! 

The food was, well, pathetic! They had a paratha, two rolls with achar chicken type qeema in them, two kababs, fruits (papaya to be exact), tea, butter, jam and…Shezan juice? Being the jugaroo that I am, I managed to have a good meal by emptying qeema from the rolls and eating it with the paratha.

We reached Abu Dhabi airport at God-Knows-What local time, after a flight of 1.5 hours. We had been told that it would be a stay of another 1.5 hours before the next flight but the rude shock we got was that the stay was more than 4 bloody hours!

With the women sleeping in the mosque and the males trying to find places to sleep:

my cousin and I set off to explore the airport. We went to the duty-free section and found all kinds of stuff available there. Liquor, pork, etc, you name it! We thought about buying cigs but nobody was selling single packs, just completely packed bars. We found Burger King and ordered some nugget like things. They were serving hamburgers there as well. 

Abu Dhabi airport is huge but I like Jinnah Terminal better. Desi stuff! And the city is not near the airport. At least, I didn’t find one. The only good thing I found about the place is the Wireless Internet Facility.

Oops, sorry, wrong picture!

The time for the next flight came. I thought the first plane was bad, the second one was downright microscopic! Not even enough space to spread my legs properly. And once the plane started to move, the engines made strange noises like someone was trying to start a car. The take off speed was more satisfying this time.

Took some pics from the plane. During the first flight, I was hesitant to take out my camera and take some snaps, worried about the high frequency noise signals being produced interferring with the plane’s navigation system and making it crash. During the second flight, I thought what the heck, let’s crash!

The food in this flight was absolutely pathetic! I mean, baked fish? Looked more like a roasted octopus to me. And tasted like sponge. My friend’s mom was right. Etihad food sucks like hell!

Don’t know if I should be complaining or not. It could’ve been as bad as this:

Although the leg space does seem adjustable in this plane…

When we were about to land, I tried to find the shrine of Bibi Zainab (S.A.) from the sky but to no avail. Later on, I learned that it was in one of the suburbs of Damascus named Muhalla-e-Zainabia, not Damascus itself.

Landed at 3:15 p.m. local time. My uncle was there to pick us up, with a huge bus. I tried to stay awake on the way to the hotel but fell asleep in a few minutes.

Remembering Good Times: The Counter-Coup of General Musharraf

Friday, October 17th, 2008

A Sacking and A Coup

By Owen Bennet Jones

Wednesday, 20 October, 1999, 11:17 GMT

Islamabad, Pakistan – I was standing outside the television headquarters when the troops arrived. At first the soldiers asked to be allowed in, but officials on the other side of a high iron gate had their orders.

“No,” they said, “you can’t come in.” The troops reported back to their headquarters on the radio – “They won’t let us in.”

The response crackled back immediately – “Take control, take control.” Seconds later the soldiers were clambering over the gate.

The prime minister’s elite force was inside to protect the building on behalf of the civilian government. But it seemed to acknowledge that it was out gunned.

The elite force saw the army coming and the men simply sat down and put their weapons on the ground in front of them. The army had scored its first victory and the coup was underway.

Confrontation

It all began about a couple of hours earlier when Pakistan television broadcast a news flash, saying that the army chief, General Pervez Musharraf, had been sacked.

Within minutes the army had dispatched a major to the TV building with a simple order:

“Stop the broadcast going out again.”

And the major did have a go. He marched into the newsroom and told them not to transmit the news item. Recognising a superior force when it saw one, the newsroom complied.

But within minutes the government got wind of what was going on and it dispatched its own man to the newsroom. This one was a brigadier from Nawaz Sharif’s elite force.

“Play the message,” he ordered, “broadcast it.”

“Don’t,” the major insisted, “pull it.”

Deadlock. The brigadier upped the ante. He took out his pistol from its holster and repeated his demand – “play it.” The major responded in kind. He pulled out his pistol – “Don’t play it.”

We now have two military officers, pacing the corridors of Pakistan television, pointing guns at each other. The stakes were high. Was the general sacked or not? Would the government’s will be done?

The Army Takes Control

At the time the prime minister’s man, the brigadier, prevailed. The news of the sacking was played on a couple of extra occasions, but the army had the final say.

Once the major had told his superiors about his failure to get the news blocked, the army dispatched the troops who I witnessed taking the building. Within 20 minutes of them clambering over that gate, PTV was off air.

The signal did come back a few hours later, but by that time the news it was broadcasting was very different. This time it said Prime Minister Nawaz Sharif has been dismissed. The chief of army staff, it said, will make a statement shortly.

But if I thought I was seeing high drama, it was nothing compared to what was happening in the skies above the city of Karachi. Whilst his troops were securing the television station, the chief of army staff, General Pervez Musharraf, was returning from an official trip to Sri Lanka.

The prime minister had chosen this moment to sack the general and it was done with care – since the general was airborne, he wouldn’t be able to do much about it.

The government’s plan went like this – they’d get the general’s plane diverted from its intended destination of Karachi to Nawab Shah, a small rural airport in Sind. The general would then be taken into custody to make sure he couldn’t organise any resistance to his sacking.

But the plan went wrong.

As the general’s plane approached Nawab Shah, the crew noticed that there were a lot of vehicles near the runway. That was unusual. The airport was so small that it was normally absolutely empty.

Blocked Runway

They told the army chief and, perhaps realising what was up, he ordered the plane to return to Karachi. But when it reached Karachi there was another problem – the runway had been blocked by civilian aviation vehicles and the control tower was refusing the plane permission to land.

General Musharraf took over on the radio. “This is the army chief,” he shouted, “let me land.” “No,” the reply came back, “you cannot land. You can land at a foreign airport, but not in Pakistan. You cannot land here.”

This was a remarkable statement for a number of reasons. It wasn’t just a question of refusing General Musharraf permission to land. He was on a commercial flight. There were 268 other passengers on board and it was fast running out of fuel.

The general tried to argue, but to no avail. Eventually he managed to make radio contact with his corps commander in Karachi.

Troops were rushed to the airport, they took over the control tower, cleared the runway and the plane managed to land. It had just six or seven minutes worth of fuel left on board. As soon as the general got off the plane, he took command of the coup.

The government of Nawaz Sharif was toppled within a matter of hours and Pakistan’s latest period of military rule had begun.

Source: BBC