A vibrant, and some would say sensual, example of the much needed shock therapy that Pakistani society needs so much has been permanently extinguished. It is not clear whether it is a gun or the “honorable” hands of her once beloved brother that is responsible. But that is irrelevant. In fact there is a lot of confusion regarding this. It is still not clear, and the news reports are just starting to come out. But is that even relevant?

This reminds me of one of my dear friend’s story about about his ex-lover who argued whether she was responsible for breaking his heart. That concerned her. She really did not want to be held responsible. One does not want to feel guilt. To hell with the fact that the heart feels pain. Sort of like how you witness a relative suffering. You pray for them. They won’t get better by your prayer, but at least you feel better. No matter how we put it, she is no longer with us. It really makes no difference existentially. But I digress.

Qandeel Baloch may not have been friends to free thinkers. I have never imagined her to ever be awe-struck at the fact that we are all made out of star dust or how the universe indeed can come about from nothing. But what is nothing? These are questions that were never addressed in her videos. And as I am not a fan of football and cricket, I  sometimes struggled to understand many of the references in Qandeel’s viral videos. But again I digress.

Let’s admit it. I probably have little in common with her. I most probably was not even her type. But let’s not fool ourselves - her videos had little artistic value.  I suspect Qandeel Baloch may have had agendas of her own. Reports from the Urdu press make her out to be a bus hostess who changed her name and transformed herself into a tigress of social media, judging from her controversial and quite provocative video logs. Perhaps she was aspiring to fulfil some dream and was making the best of the cards she had been dealt. I can only guess what her intentions were, but she was what this society needed.

And yes it is sad to hear of a senseless killing. But the real tragedy is that Pakistani society has lost a much needed foil. She enraged the al-Bakistani and embarrassed every Naik Parween. Those men who seek to be more feminist than a ‪#‎PussyRiot would say that patriarchy has won after her murder. But nay. Secretly, even many of the paanch-waqt-namazis on my friends' list admitted to religiously following her videos, and we know of a Mufti who even wanted to marry her.

She was a foil because this society almost always judges a woman primarily by what her reproductive system is up to, and where it has been (very similar to how you all would judge me based on my Internet browsing history) and not by the content of her character. Now I am not saying that I have evidence that Qandeel Baloch is the reincarnation of Honest Abe himself. In fact, perish the thought, she may been as conniving as any manipulative golddigger who leaves a trail of #Bitchcharas in her wake. Or she may just have been a very frank and down to Earth person. I never knew her and never will.

But we live in a society where a girl is taught to suppress her sexuality and sometimes even her dreams. Some how a woman who enjoys orgasms is a slut, and a girl who wants a healthy sexual life is a pariah. Of course, girls who opt to siphon their sweet Daddy's ill-gotten gains in some Latin American tax haven are the very darling buds of May.

But Qandeel Baloch had enemies. Besides that “hurt” brother the country is waking up to hear about, there was this allegation that Mufti Qawi was threatening her life, and she was seeking police protection. But to my utter surprise, it was hijabi feminists (yes the term sounds better than "oxymoron" and "military intelligence") and women of high social standing who loathed her the most. But that's my personal experience, and I would be breaking most laws of rational discourse to bring that up as relevant to what Qandeel Baloch was.

So, Qandeel Baloch , you will be missed. That's my eulogy. Janazas are pointless.