An open letter to political parties and the government

As this is not the time to play politics but to save our people, I consider it my utmost national obligation to write this open letter to all political parties of the country and the government to come together to fight this deadly virus. We delayed in calling the Army Medical Corps (AMC) which should have been the part of the anti-coronavirus ...

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