Nadiya Aamer Maybe we should develop a Crayola bomb as our next secret weapon. A happiness weapon. A beauty bomb. And every time a crisis developed, we would launch one. It would explode high in the air - explode softly - and send thousands, millions, of little parachutes into the air. Floating down to earth - boxes of Crayolas. And we wouldn't go cheap, either - not little boxes of eight. Boxes of sixty-four, with the sharpener built right in. With silver and gold and copper, magenta and peach and lime, amber and umber and all the rest. And people would smile and get a little funny look on their faces and cover the world with imagination (Robert Fulghum). For as long as I can remember, Eid brought with it the sweet fragrance of the special sawaiyaan that my mother makes and the excitement of getting up early and rushing into the arms of my parents to wish them. Time has stood still in my house because year after year for all the years I have been married I have managed to keep the inner child, deep inside me, alive and thus been able to instil in my children the same fervour for this occasion as I had when I was their age. Year after year I have seen some values change face and shape, but they also have endured the sharpness of time, and it is heartening to see traditions being appreciated and reinforced, albeit the cynicism, and regardless of the fact that we have people who would rather do away with tradition in the face of what they think is modernism. The inner child seeks to remain alive and has a right to that existence. It is what will keep you happy regardless of the years you have spent among the dead ideas of tomorrow and the sadness of today. It is what will remind you again and again that you are here for just this once and no matter how hard it may appear to be and how difficult it must be; you must go ahead and live your life fully as if you were a box of sixty-four From a personal perspective, I want to comment briefly on the domestic front .It is deeply heartening to look around and find other people slightly crazier than our own heads of state. Take Venezuelan President Hugo Chavez for instance, who says that he loves Jesus, baseball and America too Of course, not entirely in the same order and I leave it to your better aesthetic judgment to re-order them. He also stated that Bush tried to kill him, and that is a statement that will last a long time in history. Chavez is close to writing fiction for little kids with big hearts. The only person who could contest this is our own son of the soil, President Asif Ali Zardari who told long or rather very long stories about how his wife and the mother of his children lost her life, and how the United Nations had done nothing about the investigation of the murder. He wanted to talk about the struggles of the people of Pakistan, but just could not tear himself away from the Bhutto talk. ".let it be clear, to those in this hall, and to the terrorists lurking in their caves plotting their next assault on humanity. If necessary we will confront evil with force - our police, our army and our air force. We will turn the power of the state against the stateless terrorists..Terror took my wife's life..Pakistan will prove wrong all the negative predictions about its future. We will show the way in overcoming suspicions towards and from our neighbours, and building a future for our people..Throughout her life, my wife struggled to make the world a better place for our children..I owe it to her memory, and to all of the martyrs of democracy to continue to do the same, until the Bhutto Doctrine of Reconciliation is not just her dream, but the world's reality. Thank you." Someone pass me the tissues please. The writer is a freelance columnist.