"i can feel the fresh air, cold breez in villages,beautiful mountains and curving watercourse...
children laughing, playing in their mothers lap, aged people talking about their past and youngsters planing for their future...
then i saw crying mothers having their injured children in their hands, fathers giving shoulders to their young sons recently died in a massacre, old people waiting for their comrade to be their companian once again, where they all went ?? what has happen now?? My home , My birth place has become a slaughter house....ahh ALL GONE :-'(
I with tears in my eyes , look up the sky and ask God, why this to me ??? why again to my motherland, why again to pakistan....
i hear, i saw , i felt..... yes i really felt a ray of hope, a small child came to me, he hold my hand tightly and said i am an orphan now...can u be my father?? can u be my brother?? can u be my friend...look they have killed all our homes, its bad but still i have this one stone left in my hand , i will build another home, i will creat another relation with U , i will never quit because i am still alive....they will again come here by that time i will build a strong nation...
i was so amazed and stunned what he is speaking to me, how can that be possible that he alone can make a difference....
i ask him u r only one....u cant do that all....
he smiled and said see at your back.....there were hundreds of children like him....the next generation....they will recover,retrieve, our stolen happiness...they will work with passion and dignity to build a land of joy and peace....
after that rain started heavily and all blood washed away...the child said see God is crying he is giving us another chance to stop this War....
and then all the children smiles and move a head...Stand united and be the part of change , positive change, we need it alwayz....Allah -o - Akbar
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment