muhammad.abdullah
Junior Member
:salam2:
I was once a dream, my existence in the hearts and minds of people was once like a tranquil resort for they suffered at the hands of the invaders. The muslims of this part of the world thought that they could enter jannah before they could enter jannah if they stepped on my territory. My dust was more sacred to them then the blood of their beloved family. Being faithful to me was more dear than being faithful to their mothers and fathers. The slogans that announced my name were so intense that they caused tremors in the courts of kings and queens. Ah! my name once held the same meaning as "La ilaha il-allah". Yes! Yes! I am Pakistan. I was supposed to be the metaphor for Utopia.
60 years, all this time has passed since i was born. The dream has been shattered. My founders have been murdered. My supporters have been extradited. People who were once proud to associate themselves with me are now proud expatriates. The ones who reside on my soil are aggravated. They cant breath in the once tranquil and life imparting atmosphere that i had. I have become the cave of Sesame for the bandits and robbers, a safe haven for them. I still have a few drops of blood in my veins and a couple of breaths in my lungs. BUT, dont cry when i am gone, because its YOU who has murdered me, yourself, with your own hands. :astag:
Those who dont know the real situation of pakistan may find it disturbing to find that we are the 51st state of united states of america without our statutory rights.
I was once a dream, my existence in the hearts and minds of people was once like a tranquil resort for they suffered at the hands of the invaders. The muslims of this part of the world thought that they could enter jannah before they could enter jannah if they stepped on my territory. My dust was more sacred to them then the blood of their beloved family. Being faithful to me was more dear than being faithful to their mothers and fathers. The slogans that announced my name were so intense that they caused tremors in the courts of kings and queens. Ah! my name once held the same meaning as "La ilaha il-allah". Yes! Yes! I am Pakistan. I was supposed to be the metaphor for Utopia.
60 years, all this time has passed since i was born. The dream has been shattered. My founders have been murdered. My supporters have been extradited. People who were once proud to associate themselves with me are now proud expatriates. The ones who reside on my soil are aggravated. They cant breath in the once tranquil and life imparting atmosphere that i had. I have become the cave of Sesame for the bandits and robbers, a safe haven for them. I still have a few drops of blood in my veins and a couple of breaths in my lungs. BUT, dont cry when i am gone, because its YOU who has murdered me, yourself, with your own hands. :astag:
Those who dont know the real situation of pakistan may find it disturbing to find that we are the 51st state of united states of america without our statutory rights.
