After Peshawar Tragedy,
Innocent Kids laid in class rooms, blood all over their uniforms yet stunning my
brain. Shocks after shocks are pain of loss. Loss of a generation full of
passion & bravery. Loss of Sons of soil. But I am proud of my kids.
Flowers by giving their lives made it possible something was impossible for 182
million Pakistanis. Pakistan stand up united. All are at one page to act for
Pakistan. Joining hands we can achieve goal one by one.
Unity in Pakistan I missed since start of 21st century. Since 13 years I saw my
country fighting itself. I missed Colors, Unity, Brotherhood, Love, Power.
For years enemies moved Pakistan to fight itself. Enemies within enemies. Killer
terrorists living around Common Men, Ignorant Atheists spreading fake & false
stories "rumors", Sectarian Mullah diving illiterates, Foolish Ethnic Groups
weakening own roots, so called Human Right Cowards supported by Rat Head Pandits,
Bigotry West, as well as dual citizens being Bigotry Western Agents made
Pakistan Worst, Destroyed, Pressurized, Banned on Planet Earth.
But now I can see kids full of passion, ready to defend motherland, roaring on
coward terrorists. Colors, Unity, Brotherhood, Love & Power back my home.
Together we can lead Pakistan towards progressive shining land of peace & unity.
Kids by giving lives & roaring on coward terrorists sent me back in my
childhood. I enjoyed peaceful & colorful Pakistan. I can see my childhood
happiest days of my life coming back in future after that great sacrifice of my
flowers. My childhood was real different then these brave sons of Soil.
Personal Note:
Not better then Brave roaring lions yet I call my childhood days the best days
of my life. I start to miss my childhood & peaceful years. My childhood up
orange trees eating dozens at once, moving from one Guava tree to another. The
days I was running bare foot faster then bikes with school mates on newly made
roads full of stones. College days I spent with friends eating Samosas, hungover
Buses to no where & doing gym with visible bones. University Years I played
games, those early morning waves of fresh air on banks of canal. Early years of
job I started at very low salary but all those past decades were colorful, happy
& best full of joy.
May God bless My Country with Peace & Progress.