Independence Day: Story & Some Random Thoughts
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I remember when I was a kid, me and my sister used to demand for Pakistan flag's buntings to decorate home, and then very next day, we put them off to use those little flags as a "currency notes" in our games. Lol!

How cute! Right? But, at that time, I didn't know about the actual value of this day.

Another thing I remember is the story that my grandmother, who was migrated from India to Pakistan during division of sub-continent, used to tell me, which is still in my memory.

In this blog, I will share a real-life story and my personal thoughts on Pakistan's independence.

A Story Of Pakistan & Migration:(Voice of my granny)

I was 8-12 years old when it happened in 1947, the two countries came into this world, Pakistan and India. 

I remember a few more things, like:
  • There was a bloodshed and war. People were running to save their lives and families. Ladies were getting raped and many were misplaced due to human trafficking.
  • My mother tied the home registration file and her jewelry under her shirt with a knot against which we got the home in Pakistan later.
  • My phupo (father's sister) got killed by gun fires (or a knife hit) at the roof and when they (the opposition party members) were shooting her and our other loved ones, we hid ourselves under the Charpai.
On 14th August, every year, I can only recall people's cry, screams, pain, blood, and loss of lives and relationships.

Indeed, this had changed many lives. In our hearts, we were happy to get our own identity, but we were sad, too, because we had lost many things just to get this freedom.

(And... Then my sweet nano changed the topic as she didn't want to talk about this anymore).

Random Thoughts On Independence:

On every 14th August, the only slogan comes in mind is:

"Pakistan Ka Matlab Kya??? La Ilaha Ilal'llah."

We got separate identity because our ideology was different from neighbors.

We got this country so we might spend lives according to the teachings of Islam. 

Our ancestors lost their sons, husbands and other family members, so they could maintain their dignity and individuality by getting this peaceful, heavenly country.

However, now, everything is changed. Independence means no interference and freedom has gotten a lot other meanings. For example,
  • Freedom of speech (say whatever and use any (slang) language).
  • Freedom of action (nobody is answerable to anyone, not even to parents).
Mostly people have forgotten the real meaning of Islam and Pakistan. Only they remember is the word "freedom."

The generation of 21st century is indulged in different things which were prohibited in Islam and many new beliefs have evolved. For instance, Tiktok is the biggest challenge for the youth of Pakistan.

Everyone is following his/her own Islam, doing what he/she feels right and wearing what he/she likes.

Sins are normalized and piousness is rare. Every one is trying to win over the worldly race.

Selfishness is everywhere and a very few citizens are there who are truly working for Pakistan and its nation.

Pakistan, that was once dreamt of by are real heros like Quaid-e-Azam, Alama Iqbal, Hafeez Jalhendri, and many others, is no more existed.

This Pakistan in which we are living today is the country of rich, liberal, and secular people.

This has become the place where modesty, honesty, loyalty and sincerety is no more needed.

And a country where deceiving and deteriorating rights is actually a "new normal."

I hope, we, soon, realize the real worth of our country and become capable to pay back our elderlies and appreciate their sacrifices by doing something for Pakistan.

After all, Pakistan is the Islamic Republic Of Pakistan

EndNote

I am very patriotic, and I know you are, too. Through this write-up, I have tried to remind everyone (including myself) the responsibilities towards Pakistan and importance of its existence.

Pakistan Zindabad! Pakistan Paindabad!

Happy Reading!

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