Okay so it’s umm.. INDEPENDENCE DAY!!
yayyyy… HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAAAYYY ! -__-
ok, i am so not hyper about it.
63 years of our creation. And where do we stand now?
‘on the floor!!’ – that’s what a tafreeh teen would say.
Okay, i am so blank. I must be happy. Or sad, or criticizing our Mashallah politicians, or criticizing myself (ok thats easy) or doing something atleast!!!
But NO (:
I am still figuring out why am i so dead today.
Read many posts today, some were really motivating, calling the nation to be united, some were a bunch of witty and sarcastic statements, some were just plain n humorous.. and this one? Call this.. zabardasti ki post? lol, i dont know.
Anyhow, i remember how the patriot in me is dying each day.Yesterday, i went to college to attend the independence day celebrations along with the juniors and the teachers. Though i dint look bored ( coz i was talking to a friend all the time ) BUT i couldnt feel the pakistaniat at all, neithr in me, nor in the words of the students who were singing national songs or debating aloud.
Now as a blogger, i feel it as a responsibility (a major one) to say something atleast.
I know I love my country, for I know I’ll realize it’s worth when I’ll be miles away.
I am wearing a green dress.
I painted a Pakistani flag on my hand.
I heard the national anthem.
But I dint feel anything.
What made my emotions revive, was this.
Saw this mother? How well is she struggling to save her kids. A lady, weak and feeble she seems, but when it comes to save the children, she’s giving her best. Moving on, against the waves just with a hope of finding a shore where hope and life awaits them, she moves on.
We call Pakistan our motherland, dont we?
How many times have we thought our mother has saved us? From sooooo many calamities, so many crises..
Now our mother is in pain.
We are dead. We are destructed. We have lessened in number. We have lost everything. We have sailed away and drowned in the harsh and angry floods. We have been under a million corrupt politicians.
We are struggling. We are surviving.
And we will, someday soon, make a difference. A positive one. (:
We are left with no hopes with him,
What we need to do, is anything that we can. No matter how small, no matter how big.
We gotta do something, our mother needs us.
wishing you, not a HAPPY independence day,
STRUGGLING INDEPENDENCE DAY!
PS. Found this while digging through my pictures, i really miss you Mr. Jinnah. So does Pakistan.