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My Pakistan – Noushah Arshad

Marriott Hoetl Blast Islamabad Pakistan

By: Noushah Arshad

My dearest Pakistan,

I am one of your children who have been enjoying your lovely seasons and eye catching scenes through out my life. You are the one who brought me up and taught me to see the world and understand it. I learned to crawl on your sweet scented soil when I was of few months. When I saw the first rainfall, it was your independence day. Your blue skies and chirping birds have always been a source of inspiration me.

When I first saw your mountains, it was the beautiful view of Margalla hills. I was of 9 years old then. Early in the morning my mom woke me up and said, “come on , get up, you can see the mountains right through the window.” I hurried and what I saw was a huge, dark giant in front of my eyes. For a moment I stood watching it silently and thinking that how beautiful my Pakistan is. Then how can I forget my visit to Sawat and Kashmir. It was as if I was brought to heavens in my life. It was amazing……. My words can never be enough to tell what I felt when I was in Kalaam , Mengora, Shugraan, Abottabad, and Kashmir. I still miss your heavens, Pakistan! I wish I could go back and relive those moments.

Time is sometimes very cruel to us. Many years have passed in a second. I know you need us now more than ever. My heart weeps and my soul is senseless. What has happened to you, my Pakistan? How can I go to Sawat now? How can I visit Peshawar now? Will I be able to meet those sweet Pakistanis who live there? Will I ever get a chance to be with those birds and butterflies again? Me and my other countrymen never wished to see you like this. The day I hear about a bomb blast in any of your part, it seems as if a part of my soul has been injured. I can’t bear the deaths of those innocent people in these blasts. Those who survive, most of them are crippled for their lives. And the latest blast in Islamabad, in Ramzaan and at the time of Iftaar. Oh! What is going on? Who has done this to you? People who were unable to come out of that hellfire were roasted. No one can imagine such a horrible death in one’s nightmare even. And when I saw those little pretty fish on the floor of Marriot, taking there last breaths, things went unbearable for me. I know it’s unbearable for you too.

I wish I could do something for you. I wish I had a magic stick to save you and your children. You are our motherland, and we are nothing without you. Pakistan ! May ALLAH bless you. May HE give us the strength to bring a miraculous revolution . May HE give us the strength to save you from the clutches of evil, Ameen .

I am never going to lose hope. I am hopeful that one day I will see the happy and contented faces of your people. Surely a day will come when your heaven will be a real heaven to live in for every one. I just wish that I could live to see that day and May ALLAH give me strength to make my contribution no matter how little it is, I will be happy even if I plant a single tree and it brings shelter for my countrymen. It doesn’t matter how much we contribute towards prosperity of our motherland, what matters the most is what we contribute. But remember our country needs much more from us right now.

“I will not die an unlived life.
I will not live in fear of falling or catching fire.
I choose to inhabit my days,
to allow my living to open me,
to make me less afraid, more accessible,
to loosen my heart until it becomes a wing, a torch, a promise.
I choose to risk my significance;
to live so that which comes to me as seed
goes to the next as blossom and
that which comes to me as blossom, goes on as fruit.”

(Dawna Markova)


  1. Brilliant and Wonderful article!
    Two thumbs up Farah! The truthfulness and the hope you wished for us surely we need this at this time we are unable to find a support to even cry out ourselves.

  2. Superb! I loved it…
    May Allah bless you and may He grant such thoughts to all Pakistanis (aameen)

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