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How I Became A Conspiracy Theorist
For life can only be lived going forward, but understood looking backwards
I am, what most young people would disdainfully refer to, a conspiracy theorist.
Before you too shake you head in dismay and move on to other better things to read, stay with me a while — if not for any other reason other than this is a bizzare story truthfully narrated, as I lived it.
It is also my enlightening foray into the world of duplicity and deception and on how things are seldom what they seem when big powers, greedy establishments and big money is at play. Even God shrugs his shoulders if you are a mere, ordinary mortal caught up in the thick of it.
The year was 1988 and I was a 20 year old fresh faced graduate among the first batch of only five girls from the Computer Science Department in our all girls College in Peshawar, North-West Frontier Province.
Peshawar
For those of you who don’t know, Peshawar is a city in the north-west of Pakistan close to the Afghan Border. It is nestled in a valley surrounded by high mountains and connected to Afghanistan by a narrow opening through the mountains called the Khyber pass.