I am citizen of a country where,

Every day,

Earth witnesses blood,

The sky witnesses injustice,

The sun sees poverty,

The stars see slums.

And the moon sees darkness.

 

But, every day, I smile and

Tell the earth that there will be peace,

I tell the sky that there will be justice,

And the sun that there will be prosperity,

The stars that there will be great cities,

And the moon that there will be lights with hope,

One day…

On my land ‘Pakistan’.

When I look at Pakistan, something spiritual awakens deepens deep inside me, a sense of holiness towards my country.

Even the mere mention of its name warms my blood. Its quiet greatness is palpable.

This land is very different from all the other lands described above; the smell of its soil is full of hope.

This nation is very different from all the other nations; it has the courage that no other nation has on earth.

Why, you ask?

Because Pakistan is special; because Pakistan can attract leaders like Jinnah from England.

It is the land of dreamers.

It is home to great poets like Allama Iqbal and Faiz Ahmed Faiz. The soil of this land has tasted the blood of martyrs like Major Aziz Bhatti Shaheed.

A land where the definition of struggle lies within our spirits; a land of Sufis.

This land has given birth to legends, ones about who chapters in history were written.

I believe that one day this land will bring a Jinnah.

This land will welcome an Iqbal.

This soil will taste the blood of Aziz Bhatti.

This land will be a place of justice and dignity.

This land will be an example of true struggle with a true spirit.

Legends will be born on this land and they will make the flag of Pakistan a shadow of peace and its anthem, a song of love and brotherhood.

Yes, I believe it will happen.

I believe.

Long live Pakistan; long live its people.