I wish that I lived in a world where hashtags were limited to Instagram bloggers trying to get more likes on their photos so Khadi might eventually sponsor them. You could be the one to post your picture, the quote that makes no sense with it, and finish it off with a #IslamabadFashion or #RichLife - knowing that there’s going to be a mass of people searching for the next person they can objectify. In my world, hashtags have become the last gasps of air that those struggling to find meaning can breathe. When your only reaction is to beg for justice into the void of Twitter. It’s the equivalent of “thoughts and prayers”, but with gritted teeth, balled up fists and bloodshot eyes. Our system and country have turned us into roadside beggars. We’re drawing hashtags on the windows of every newspaper, every police station, every politician to beg for accountability, to beg for justice. The newspapers can’t hear us over their clacking typewriters rushing to the press to talk about how Maryam ...