This day deserved better…not another terrorist attack… like my blog friend m.h.a, i too wanted to write something positive about about THIS DAY. its 14th of August. OUR independence day! do you know what independence is? its about owning a country, having an identity, living a life of security, opportunities, experiencing the beauty of life in a safe haven of your own, which one proudly calls home. i think we aimed for all the above while we fought for A country, a place where we would see all our dreams come true. sounds great but it didnt really end us up in exactly this way. things went bad. and today as we prepared to celebrate 61 years of our nation’s existence, another bomb blast hit Lahore, Allama Iqbal Town, a densely populated residential area, at exactly some minutes before 12 ‘o’ clock. this incident is unfortunately nothing new to us as Pakistanis since we experience it in one way or the other, it has become a part of our lives…but what is exceedingly excruciating is that instead of being able to see fireworks dance in the dark night sky we saw smoke, smoke of betrayal and more hatred and more destruction.
As the news hit the channels my heart raced several beats, fear engulfed and my thoughts went back to Rohma,mona and fati(friends), my mamoo( uncle) and my Khala(aunt), all of who live in Allama Iqbal Town.
but this attack was never the idea of post today. i had various other ideas to celebrate this day a bit differently for all my blog readers and share with them a special bond not only of the bloggership that we have but also of the same identity of being…Pakistanis
I remember coming to Pakistan as a child of around 7 or 8 and hating it. literally. the hot weather, the load shedding, potholes, loud traffic, donkeys idling themselves in an empty plot right next to my house was irritating. i couldnt find a single good reason to believe that this was the country i could live my whole life in. and now it hurts to see so many of my brothers and sisters die everyday. it hurts to see my country becoming a ruin. it hurts to see a place i now call home withering away…i have not only begun to feel it my homeland, i have also developed a strange tie with its soil, its air, its water, its people and even the donkeys that i have come to love so dearly!
the scars are new, the wounds are fresh, the blood still warm and the hearts still beating..in pain..with fear…with doubts and uncertainty and the spirit of celebration fading away…but
lets pray, and remember/recall one good memory of ever being in Pakistan.
my best and recent memory is the ritual we perform every single year. my elder brother started it and now we carry it forward. as 1st of august approaches we take out our huge green and white flag, buy some ropes, pick the tall, thick danda and make our way to the terrace and then to the paani waali tanki. this year it rained at 12.00 am as we were putting up the flag. drenched in rain, with patriotism at its high and the flag soaring in the air, it was just so great being a Pakistani 🙂 Does anyone remember all the old patriotic songs sung by Mehdi hasan, Noor jahan, Nusrat fateh ali,Junaid Jamshed’s Dil Dil Pakistan, Shakey and Alamgir? i totally love those songs!! One, because they are so original, secondly because they arouse this strange yet a pure feeling of love, enthusiasm, and goosebumps 😀 and so here i am posting a clip we all relate to(watch this space for more old patriotic numbers)i just found another golden song that so has to be posted. so heres two lovely songs from old times 🙂
and what is your one good memory of ever being in Pakistan?
Azaadi Mubarak(and i hope to live the experience of real azaadi, azaadi in its true essence soon one day)