We linger complacently in our comfort zones situated in our pea-sized myopias, believing we are reigniting the economic, political and cultural glories of our ancestors by putting hollow prefixes of Islamic-this and Islamic-that, when the truth is far more startling. For years it us alone who have been eating away at the very soul of a religion we claim to love.

But true to form each time our eyes wander towards its depleted condition we begin to shout, ‘Islam is in danger!’ We begin to point fingers at what we call ‘enemies of Islam’ attacking us innocent Pakistanis from all corners. Then in desperation we begin to attack non-Muslims on our own soil, and then the differing sects, all the while cannibalising a faith we claim to be saving.

Pakistan may very well have become the world’s first theological dystopia — an over-promising Utopia gone awry. Is it too late? I would like to hope not — at least not until we, one fine day, take a peek into our own heads and hearts instead of all the elusive bogymen that we’ve always been told are constantly hiding underneath our beds.