By: Fatima Sultana
I was sitting all alone by my window thinking of the recent bomb blast in the city. I was terrified at the thought of people screaming and lying hopelessly on the ground. The thought of hundreds of people lying on the ground, covered in their own blood left me aghast. Who was responsible of this bloodshed in the country? Who was responsible for the daily target killings? Who had changed this land of harmony into a home of deceit and treachery? Who is responsible for all this? These questions were killing me from inside. I could no longer bear the pain. I started crying, crying for my dear land, Land of Pakistan!
I remembered that some days ago, it was 23rd March, the Pakistan Day. I was going somewhere with my family and looking out of the window of our car I began searching for Pakistan’s flag but to no avail. I couldn’t find even a single flag of Pakistan. All the poles had flags on them but none of them was our national flag. They were all flags of the different political parties of the country. My heart cried!
I remembered that a few years ago, my school used to arrange a function on the 23rdMarch where all the students participated and delivered speeches. Girls wearing Western clothes would deliver speeches, speeches filled with love for their country. But when we saw their way of dressing, we couldn’t decide whether they were Pakistanis or someone from the West. Is this all that we can do for our country? We deliver speeches that we can give our lives for our country but when it comes to do something, we all have different excuses.
I remember what my grandmother told me, how this country came into being after a million of sacrifices! I don’t know what has gone wrong with us. Why have we forgotten our true identity? Why do we try to live a life like that of the foreigners, people of the West? I just can’t understand!
I remember how I delivered my speech on 14th August. How much my words were praised but what was the use? Did anyone act upon what they heard? No! How could they when they have forgotten the basis of Pakistan? They have forgotten that this country was laid on the basis of Islam. It was made to give Muslims a proper shelter. When this country emerged as a separate nation on the world map, people used to say that it would not survive more than six months. But today, 65 years have passed and this country is still there with its four provinces.
Today, people in Pakistan are proud to call themselves Punjabis, Sindhis, Pathans, Muhajirs etc. but when it comes to being a Pakistani, we all feel ashamed. Yes, I have found many people who feel ashamed of calling themselves Pakistanis, not only Pakistanis but also Muslims!
Why don’t we people realize that we are all a part of a family, a family of Pakistan? We are all sisters and brothers and we need to support each other in every aspect of life instead of fighting with our own brothers. Why is this so?
Every day, we sing our national anthem with pride and gusto but have we ever stopped and thought upon its words? What do they mean? Our national anthem says that the order of this sacred land is the might of the brotherhood of its people. Do we act upon these words? Are we living a united life? No, we are not! So why do we sing this national anthem daily when we don’t act upon its words?
This country is like a bunch of different flowers that have different colours and smell. But they are tied together to give a more pleasant smell and a combination of colour. Yes, this country is like a lovely bunch of flowers. It has different civilizations, different languages and different cultures but we all are Pakistanis and first of all Muslims. We all together make a country that is Pakistan. We are bound by one conviction … that we believe in Allah!
Today, we call ourselves “independent.” Are we really independent or are we just fooling ourselves? All the things we do are according to the West, so why do we call ourselves Pakistani? We don’t live a life of a Muslim so why do we call ourselves true Muslims? I just don’t know!
But still I believe that someday, maybe someday, this pure land of Pakistan will be transformed into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. Sooner or later, we will be exempted from harsh calamities one way or another. A day not far enough, will soon arrive, the day when we will all stand together acting upon the three words … Unity, Faith and Discipline!
This country is falling into decline, I know. But I also know that it’s not someone else but ourselves who are responsible for the decline of our country. It’s because of us that our country is falling into debt. Yes, it is because of us only. We, the younger generation, have to put it on the right track, to make it free from all hatred, from all prejudice against our own brothers.
Well, whatever may happen, wherever I may go, I just want to say that “I am proud to be a Pakistani!” I will try my best to save my country from all evil and will always be ready to give my life for it. My Pakistan!