Salim Malik’s Defiance and Australia’s Ghosts

Once again, Salim Malik stood like a man wading through quicksand, steadying Pakistan from another slide into the familiar abyss. Australia, meanwhile, conquered every facet of the contest except the one that mattered — the scoreboard. Their own hands betrayed them: five dropped catches, four of them in the first innings, as if the ghosts of Karachi and Lahore were conspiring to remind them that ruthlessness is more a state of mind than a technique.

Malik had chosen to bat on a surface that was soft and hesitant, its top layer deceptive, its pace uneven. It was a decision not born of boldness but of necessity. Within hours of the toss, Pakistan’s spearheads — Wasim Akram and Waqar Younis — had withdrawn, “officially” injured but, to the more cynical, casualties of a deeper dressing-room schism. That left Malik with an attack as brittle as it was brave: Aqib Javed shouldering too much, and Mohsin Kamal returning after seven long years in exile from Test cricket — an exile that said more about Pakistan’s selection chaos than about the man himself.

The Australians, too, arrived limping from their own private infirmary. Ian Healy’s left thumb was fractured, Steve Waugh’s shoulder damaged, and debutant Phil Emery, flown in as emergency cover, promptly bruised his own thumb. This was a team stitched together by defiance more than by fitness, and that fragility seeped into their cricket.

Only two days earlier, they had lifted the limited-overs trophy, jubilant and unguarded. But joy can dull the edge of discipline. When the Test began, they were sloppy, perhaps still caught between celebration and fatigue. Inzamam-ul-Haq was dropped on one and made 66. Ijaz Ahmed, controversially recalled on the back of fleeting one-day form, was also reprieved early on his way to 48. And Moin Khan, deputizing for the injured Rashid Latif, was twice granted life — on 51 and 70 — before converting it into his maiden Test century: an unbeaten 115 laced with 13 fours and three audacious sixes. Pakistan’s 373 felt spirited, if not impregnable — the kind of total that mocked the opponent’s wastefulness.

Yet Australia, as they had done all series, clawed their way back. Half-centuries from Slater, Mark Waugh, the serene Bevan, and a composed Justin Langer gave them an 82-run lead — their third such advantage in as many Tests. But leads in the subcontinent are only illusions until converted into victories.

Then came the rhythm of Glenn McGrath’s rebirth — tall, cold, relentless. He sliced through Pakistan’s fragile top order with surgical precision, restoring Australian belief. By the dawn of the final day, Pakistan were just 55 runs ahead with five wickets standing. The finish seemed preordained.

But Malik was not done rewriting scripts. Across two days — two hundred minutes on the fourth, three hundred on the fifth — he stitched together an innings of quiet ferocity. His strokes were less aggression than endurance, each one a rebuttal to fate. Around him, players found renewed purpose. Aamir Sohail, nursing a stiff neck so severe he had worn a brace the previous afternoon, was coaxed back into defiance. Together, they forged a 196-run stand in just over three and a half hours — an alliance that turned Australian certainty into resignation.

Even Shane Warne, that conjurer of collapse, could only toil in weary admiration. His three wickets for 104 in the second innings brought his match haul to nine for 240 — heroic numbers, yet ones that spoke of exhaustion more than domination. Seventy-one overs of relentless spin had left his right shoulder the subject of concern, as if the burden of rescuing Australia’s destiny had finally begun to exact its toll.

When the final wicket refused to fall, and Malik walked off unbeaten, the day felt heavier than a draw. It was a lesson — that courage often wears the mask of pragmatism, that beauty in cricket is not always in flight but in survival. Australia had controlled the match; Pakistan had captured its soul.

 Thank You

Faisal Caesar