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My dear homeland …..
People say that you are land of emotional fools….they are true to some extent..(may be to larger) we love so passionately that we commit suicide when don’t see our beloved is going to be with us( and beloved sometime unaware of our obsessive love)….. but sometimes beloved commits suicide when lover cheats and run away( in both situations suicide is a must…ufff)….dear homeland!!!!! you have miraculous people who stop loving one another when got married but fulfill the promise till their death because they love their children( 95% of couples continue their marriages just for sake of their children).
My Pak land ( pure land)!!!!
You have a world’s ancient historic places …we don’t own them..we don’t know about it..( most of times we come across of it from foreigners’’ visits..hey what’s going here). They tell us how old are we…what historic treasures we have !!!!! but we are very practical people ..so we damn care. ( man..don’t bother us… .firstly...let us control our living people and cities…and children about to be born , then comes the dead people and dead cities). But problem is that we don’t know how to manage all these hot matters smoothly, for we are just like young children as a nation. We see across the globe nations are becoming wiser and prosperous with passage of time but we are still like a naughty child, who eager to create problems…unable to deal with when it gets worse..sooner starts crying when sees nothing changes around. My dear land…your people will overcome these tantrums with passage of time …let us be matured nation….
My pious land…
You are amazing among all… full of all colours of life….gigantic mountain tops on one side of your face...and long seashores on the other side….in between lush green lands ….accompanied with barren deserts …hey ….surprising thing is that every corner of your land is full of people …..(every place they have occupied it). You have sore waters of bank less Arabian sea in your one hand, and plenty of drinking water on the other hand ….(and we waste it with both hands… hey..don’t worry ..we have hundreds of glaciers …if drinking water will finish in future).
My motherland ….
Your people are very moody…they live like the boasted rabbit who always think about winning the race and gets sleep…. Most of time they live like the tortoise who walks slowly for a while and gets sleep too….( hey …but what about the race?? Ohhh…leave thinking about it yar… we have a very short memory as nation).
My father land too..
You have wonderful people who show astonishing character… they make promises to break them, they elect cheaters as their leaders, they love others’ heroes but don’t rear their own heroes, they read history of Arabs, Turks, Russians and assume they are theirs… they love their daughters but don’t let them out to study and work…in spite of all these pressures ….daughter of nation becomes leader of nation( Benazir Bhutto became elected prime minister of any Muslim country), your people surprised the whole world when atom bombs were confirmed in your factories found in kahuta plant…( America and NATO countries urged to charge strict economic conditions on us, they had strong fears that we foolish people are unable to handle with it and the world is vulnerable because a naughty child has a big brick in his hands … but dear all… if a mother can bear a child ..she definitely can rear the child too..). everybody knows that your people struggled hard to have the bombs because they have fights with neighboring India…… and when they get too tired of …they listen Indian music and watch Indian movies ( we are not much serious in our fights and love…after all we are too young to think….)
My grand land….
It’s my bedtime now…and I have very important official meeting tomorrow….but I had mood to write something….may be next time….to say more about you …after all they had asked about you ….. dear me..
O my dear...
Just yours …
( friends ....I didn't edit anything while writing ..let it in one go...kindly correct it where necessary..... btw take it easy ...... it's may not be fact but the feelings in fact)
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