And
today’s Twenty-Third March! Pakistan Day.
Despite of all its flaws and setbacks, I love Pakistan truly, madly and deeply. Ascendantly , I resent the nation so much, and seem like a miserable dweller here, but that’s
not quite the case. It's my inarguable prerogative, as a citizen of this nation to declare that I am proud to say that I’m and always be a hardcore
patriot. Loving other countries in this world does not mean you don’t love your
homeland or love it in an impertinently flaunted way . At all.
There
are several things I hate about this nation, undoubtedly and then are the
things I really undeniably love. Like its mystical, beautiful invaluable
landscape. Mountains, oh mountains. I
miss you. I absolutely love the northern areas. All those waterfalls, green-y
meadows. Galiaats , narrow roads beside scary rivers, valleys with those naughty
monkeys who steal your bread the moment you turn your head away from your
table, those amazing, loving and courteous people who entertain you and those
jeep journeys to the mountain tops where your car cannot reach. It is all so
surrealistically gorgeous.
And then those pulleys over the rivers, which make you go
inanely dizzy when you look down from them at the water. Still, this all does
not begin to count when it comes to describing and put in words the endless
beauty of its nation. I really get lost, and I guess I always will when it
comes to putting in words what I feel about the terrain and views in the north.
Breathtaking.
It
may be at war with Satanist insurgents, blasts may shake it and condemnations
may shatter the hope of some, but this nation as a whole will never break. All
the same, with every passing day it becomes stronger and more resilient in the
face of all the atrocious challenges it faces. There’s this unknown
unforgettable pride and happiness I feel when I see that poster of PAF in my
room, when I see those forces marching on their pass-out days. When I wear that
green dress, when I hear those national songs… Read about the martyrs.. I still
remember the sound of that trumpet when the flag used to go down the mast at the
Police lines in the evening. It was cool. And every morning of March the Twenty
Third, when I used to wake up with exhilaration and fervor to see that parade
of the forces of Pakistan, and all. It all seemed so beautiful and amazing. And
I am so infinitely glad that it’s happening again today! After so many years. Yay . I hope we get out
of this turmoil very soon.
We will, and nothing can deter the strength of Pakistan.
Nothing. God Bless Pakistan. Long Live Pakistan.
