Happy Birthday Pakistan!


Today, was a bright day. You’ll probably think that it would be a sunny day. Perhaps, you are right but today we celebrated the birthday of my country and I’m glad that my land has turned 68.

May be you won’t feel anything unique when I’ll say that I love my country. But, there is a passion in my love. My ancestors were there to witness the miracle of creation of Pakistan. My parents have lost their grandparents in partition. The pain is deep but the sufferings of partition have made me realized the importance of independence and I know the worth of freedom.

This very day, I woke up early in the morning and offered my prayers. Later, we hoisted flag and enjoyed listening to national songs.


Green is the color of my country. So, my sister and my niece enjoyed wearing green clothes.



It was a national holiday and all my family was at home. We enjoyed our time together.

It’s not an exaggeration but there exists a charm in the beauty of my country. No doubt, there are difficulties but I know only one thing and that is no matter what I‘ll be known as a Pakistani.


naga parbat

Pakistan is my identity. It is my land and it is my duty to keep my home clean.

It’s 8:00 pm, and before the clock will strike 12, I’m taking an oath that I’ll never forget my duty towards my country.

I’m proud to be Pakistani.

Long Live Pakistan

Pakistan Zindabad!

(Landscape pictures courtesy Dawn)

Once, I found a letter…

hand written letter

Today’s Prompt: You stumble upon a random letter on the path. You read it. It affects you deeply, and you wish it could be returned to the person to which it’s addressed. Write a story about this encounter.

Today’s twist: Approach this post in as few words as possible.

While, eating my lunch, I cast him a quick look. Sitting in that lonely corner of the cafe, that man in his late thirties was shedding tears.

I felt a strange urge to console him. But, before I could say anything, he stood up and went away. I too, paid my bill and headed for the door.

Passing by his table, I saw a folded paper. Out of curiosity, I opened it. It was a letter

Dear Brother,

… We are enjoying spring season here. The leaves are green and the sun is shining brightly. Everything is looking beautiful…

Mother is missing you a lot. Do write to us.

Your loving sister

The dampness of letter revealed the agony of a man. Despite living among the luxuries of life, the man was missing his homeland and the pale yellow sun of a cold winter was reminding him of all the colors of life which he had left behind.

I folded the paper and put it carefully in my pocket. I wanted to give it back to him. After all, it was his most prized possession.

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