24/10/2025
*🕯️ 🕯️ Police Life and the Pressure Cooker — A Message to My Police Family and Their Loved Ones*
I often tell my colleagues, friends, and family that a police officer’s life is like a pressure cooker. Both work and act in the same way — holding everything in, taking pressure every single day, until one day they burst.
Please, for God’s sake — save this pressure cooker before it explodes.
Lower the heat. Come again and again to check the pressure.
Help release it, or remove it from the cooking pot and the fire before it’s too late
No, this was never supposed to be like this.
We had just returned from Kashmir.
I cannot accept this. Why am I not in Pakistan?
Why did you pull the trigger? Who will take care of your daughter now?
Every night, you used to tell me her stories.
You were so deeply attached to her.
You should have spoken to me, brother.
I told you many times — whatever the issue, come and speak up.
He was my junior — my SP, part of our team.
I am writing this in pain and emotion.
I am sorry — sorry for his daughter who has lost her father.
I wish I was there.
To all my brothers in uniform — please, don’t do this.
Don’t let stress and pressure end your story.
Think of your children, your daughters — who will care for them?
They will never get their fathers back.
Who will drop them to school?
We are not horses.
How long will people keep making us run like this — morning till night, night till morning?
We take care of our area, our police station, crime control, and law and order.
We never get rest.
We don’t get leave.
And when we ask for it, we feel ashamed.
To our families — please understand, police work is not like a bank job or a school job.
He is like a racehorse who starts running in the morning and keeps running till the next morning.
Have you ever asked your husband, son, or brother:
“Why are you so quiet tonight?”
“Why aren’t you talking much?”
“Why aren’t you playing with the kids?”
Have we ever tried to read their faces —
to know what is happening inside them?
Do we know the current status of that pressure cooker — how much time is left before it explodes?
Have we ever tried to feed them lovingly, with care, from the heart?
He is not emotionless.
He can be hurt too.
Please — take care of your police men.
Don’t leave them alone.
For God’s sake, they need their families.
Love them. Listen to them.
Even if they are irritated or silent — ask, care, and stand with them.
I am sorry — Beti, Bhabi, Ammi, Abu, Behen, Bhai —
we couldn’t save our Adeel Akbar, PSP (46th CTP, CE-2017).
We all are like this, from Karachi to Khyber —
the same uniform, the same struggle, the same pain.
Shoaib / SSP OPS ISB
