We are second to none in the world; if they have Trump, we have our Vawda. Yesterday, when I saw the picture of American President Trump in commando attire with a pistol, our very beloved Vawda was deeply remembered. For many days he has been absent from TV screens, which is why there is severe dullness—neither is any new corruption scandal coming to light, nor are dates for the end of the government being given. President Trump’s recent martial picture was issued at the time of an attack on a missile center located on an Iranian island, or—may he be remembered fondly—in precisely the same manner, Faisal Vawda’s picture was issued on the exact day when a terrorist attack took place on a foreign consulate in Karachi. Brave Vawda, riding his heavy racing motorbike with a pistol tucked in his waist, reached the scene of the occurrence. It was just the good luck of those terrorists that commandos finished them off; if any of them had survived alive and fallen into the hands of our beloved Vawda, he would have been given such a thrashing that the world would have kept watching, and if any unfortunate one among them had bad luck, he would have seen such feats of wrestling and bravery that everyone would forget the tales of Rustam and Sohrab, and Imam Bakhsh and Bholu Pahlwan. The terrorists were lucky that they lost their lives beforehand; otherwise, the blind Greek poet Homer would have had to write a new story whose hero would not be Achilles, but Faisal Vawda.

I am certain that President Trump had seen that picture of Faisal Vawda beforehand, and now the picture of President Trump issued upon the fresh Iranian attack is an exact copy of Vawda the Brave. Now, where is the original and where is its copy? How can their poor Trump compare to our fortunate Vawda? Where is a brave youth like Rustam and Sohrab, and a wrestler like Imam Bakhsh and Bholu, our Vawda, and where is the old American? On Vawda’s face, the flush of anger, the bravery of passion, the self-confidence of patriotism, and the glow of power are clearly visible, whereas President Trump’s anger also seems fake, passion also fake, power and patriotism also seem fake. Our Vawda is selfless and sincere, whereas their Trump is self-interested and is not sincere to anyone. Whatever claim our Vawda makes proves to be true, whereas whatever their Trump says he fails to do; rather, whatever claim he makes proves to be false. Vawda always wins, whereas their Trump always loses. Our Vawda is much higher in stature than Trump; it is possible that he has not received a position and authority as large as Trump’s, but his character and his status are certainly much higher than their Trump’s.

The matter does not stop here. In the historical romance novels of Naseem Hijazi, anonymous characters were connected to major events; the character Ned in English stories fought heroically in every war and returned after hoisting flags of victory; in the bag of Umro Ayyar from Baghdad’s Arabian Nights, the largest to the smallest things would fit. Trump claimed to establish peace in the world and end wars, but what he acted upon is an endless war with Iran, which is spreading continuously like Umro’s bag. Our Vawda is not double-faced like their Trump; there is no contradiction between his word and deed; he does what he says. Although his role in global peace is mentioned nowhere, those who know, know that whatever good is happening for this country, our Vawda alone is doing it. It is possible that history remains silent on it, but Vawda’s achievements will speak for themselves and bear witness.

Every statement of Vawda is correct; he is number one in everything; there is only one shortcoming: his nation is not as appreciative of his achievements as it ought to be. If there were awareness in the nation, it would place a genius of the era like our Vawda on its head and take him straight to the corridors of power. Trump was bestowed with power a second time by his nation, whereas our Vawda is a much greater man than him; he did not get the opportunity of supreme power even once. The people of this nation are certainly simple, but the birds and beasts are clever; the bird of power, Huma, has been hovering around Vawda for a long time, and moreover, the mythical Iranian Simurgh, recognizing Vawda, has also taken up abode nearby.

There is a huge difference between their Trump and our Vawda, although both are wealthy. Trump is a billionaire but still greedy; Vawda is not as rich as Trump, but completely free of greed and a fully contented man. Trump has openly set up a market of corruption in America, but no one can even point a finger at Vawda’s character. Vawda’s slogan is: “Vawda will come, will eradicate corruption.” Trump is old and Vawda is young. Trump’s fashion and clothes are old and often out of fashion, whereas our Vawda wears branded clothes of the latest designs. Trump had big famous scandals made against him, but Vawda, despite being young and attractive, could not be trapped in any scandal.

Nawaz-supporters have been tried, PPP-supporters have been seen, Imran-supporters have spent their time. Where so many experiments have taken place, let one experiment of our Vawda be done as well; where big old, seasoned foxes have failed, our young hero possesses the complete capability to change the circumstances. The charm the public has been waiting for for a long time seems likely to dawn in the form of Vawda; only then will rivers of milk and honey flow, only then will corruption be completely eliminated, only then will peace and tranquility be established in the country, only then will harmony be created among provinces and nations, only then will the distribution of water and resources in the country be settled, only then will the power of the bureaucracy be ended, only then will the civil and military come on one page forever, only then will the treasures of the Middle East and America open for us, only then will rare metals, gold, and copper emerge from the country’s mines, only then will this ruined system be capable of delivering. When Vawda comes, all miseries will be removed, everything will be set right. Now the only solution to all problems is that wherever Vawda is, however he is, he should be searched for, coaxed through pleading or flattered into being handed over power. Once upon a time, on Radio Pakistan, in the voice of Nizam Din, this Punjabi advertisement used to run: “Sarey masliyan da ikko e hal, Nawab tube well, Nawab tube well” (The only solution to all problems, Nawab tube well, Nawab tube well).

Now the new slogan is: “Sarey masliyan da ikko e hal / Vawda di gal, Vawda di gal…” (The only solution to all problems / Vawda’s word, Vawda’s word…).