Once upon a time in southern Asia, there lived a nation, a nation that struggled for several years and ultimately won independence from their British rulers. They named their independent country, “Pakistan” (Land of the Pure).
Such was the passion and love for their new homeland that they migrated in millions from Hindustan over to Pakistan, sacrificing families, jobs and property. They were settled in refugee camps and temporary arrangements were made for their living until they settled, slowly but with patience and the will to succeed.
There were feudal lords here in the provinces of Sindh, Balochistan, Punjab and the NWFP; many of whom were opposed to the creation of Pakistan. They had no regard for what this nation, who struggled day and night for Pakistan’s independence, felt for what it believed was its homeland.
This nation, from 1947 up to the year 2008, has been marred by instability, disunity, assassinations and provincialism.
Jinnah, the founder of this country, died on the streets because he could never make it to a hospital on time. There was no proper ambulance for him. Its Prime Minister was shot dead in an open address in the city of Rawalpindi. Read the rest of this entry »