Message to My Countrymen

My Message to Countrymen

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

In the name of Allah in whose hands is dominion and he over all things has power, and he may try which of you is the best indeed

Dear Countrymen

Today we are celebrating an imperative day in the history of our nation, 14th of August, the day when our dreams came true, the day of our independence.

A milestone, a lustring, a shinning and a sparkling day in our lives. Today we remain proud of our leaders who valiantly waged the constitutional and a democratic struggle for achieving the Muslim homeland. We remain proud of our leaders who thought over it and who carried it on in all the circumstances. We pay tribute to those who sacrificed their lives and passed away in the making of this nation. We salute our forces, who guarded the Pak land. We remain praiseful to Almighty Allah who gave us this piece of heaven to live in where we can pursue our sociopolitical, economic and cultural development as per our own will.

Where ever we live, whatever we do, we are and shall always remain a Pakistani by heart and by soul. We love Pakistan. We love Pakistan because Allah wants it exist despite of our faults and it will انشاءالله exist as long as any other country does. We love Pakistan for the sake of all the saints who lie buried in it. We love Pakistan for the sake of all the شهداء who fought for it. We love Pakistan because it will sooner or later win for itself a place of great honour and importance among the other nations of the world

Today is the day of credibility
Today is the day of success
Today is the day of our new generation
Today is the day when dreams came true
Today is the day of Quaid4 and Iqbal5
Today is the day to revive our pledge to work hard, hard and harder

This nation was not born out of no conscience or without an eye on the foreseeable future.
The Muslims of sub-continent got Pakistan for the preservation of the Islamic principles keeping in view an ideology, the Islamic ideology. One can safely say that Muslims got Pakistan in the name of Islam. And presently it’s unfortunate to see that our younger generation does not know how much sacrifices the Muslims had to give in order to achieve Pakistan. Millions of Muslim families were rendered homeless and millions were coloured with their own blood and millions of children were orphaned. It must be kept in mind that all the services and sacrifices were offered not only to get a piece of land but the main purpose was to preserve our essence and that lies in our ideology “The Islamic ideology”.

My message to my fellow countrymen is

We need to stand boldly
We need to allign our goals
We need to mend our ways
We need to walk gracefully
We need to research carefully
We need to look into the matters vigilantly

Let me remind you Nations that produce philanthropists like Abdul Sattar Edhi, scientists like Abdul Qadeer Khan, Sports man like Jan Sher Khan and brave men like Col. Sher Khan can never be defeated. Till we stand by our nation firmly and leave no stone unturned in aiding our mother land. No one can dare look with an evil eye towards us. And I will close with these beautiful urdu verses

وہ لوگ جو منزل کی خاطر
گھر بھار لٹا کر چلتے ہیں

وہ شعلہ شعلہ جیتے ہیں
وہ انگارون مین پلتے ہیں

پھر ان کے خون کے پرچم سے
سب موسم رخ بدلتے ہیں

جو لوگ کفن بردوش رہیں
جو لوگ رداء عظم لیے


اک جذب دروں کی جدت سے
خورشید بکف جب چلتے ہیں

سب ظلم کے آہن پوش خدا
پھر موم صفت پگھلتے ہیں


Pakistan Zindabad

A chit chat with a policeman

It was the sunny morning around June of 2002. Whenever I am in Karachi I like to use public transport as it is more convenient. I hopped on to a bus which they call as coach in the City of Karachi. I boarded from submarine roundabout and my destination was defense. It takes hardly around 5 to 10 minutes to cover the distance, as the roads are wide and the traffic moves fast. It was a very usual trip. But this time this small distance will change my thinking to such a big extant I never had thought.

Let me give you a little background about public transport in Karachi. There are beautifully decorated buses, they use chassis of Japanese busses and they then install custom built bodies as per their own taste. There is a driver and a cleaner. The driver drives the bus in fact flies it and the cleaner directs him when to push the gasoline and when not to. The cleaner taps the door once, it means to slow down and when he hits the door twice that means to ‘taxi’ again, and they never apply brakes fully. If you see a bus slowing down just hop into it and the cleaner taps it again, keep you balance else Edhi guys are always there to do the finals.

Now let’s get back to where I already had hopped into the bus after a while the cleaner tapped the door once it slowed down, a young policeman hopped in. The cleaner slapped the door twice and the bus speed. While the policeman was jumping in I gave him a hand. He thanked me very politely and sat beside me. We starting chit chatting, I was really impressed by his outfit. No loose trousers and un ironed shirt. He was young of my age then, looked educated though just a foot soldier. His name was Ijaz, I told him I was coming from giving an exam, and he replied he too had an exam next day. He was doing Masters. I was really impressed, I started asking him questions. He replied to each question politely. He was married. He was going to somewhere in Corangi to pick his wife where she worked as a school teacher in a private school for mere Rs.3000/- a month. I asked him you are a policeman why does your wife need to work. (Keeping in mind I had a concept since he is a policeman must have a quarter in police lines, and then above all they have extra income). He said, “bahiya hamara beeta bhi haay” Brother we have a son too. I said mashAllah, so you and your wife have to work for your child. He said yes we have only one child and the child has a heart condition. What they call it a hole in the heart. I was not softened yet. I said maybe it’s a repercussion for what our police do. Then he told me they had admitted him in an English medium private, the fee also costs besides the medication and continuous treatment and care for their son. I then looked again at the man, he looked pale like a person who eats less. Another question arose, why a private English medium school, why not the same school where his wife taught. He replied in a very confirm voice. I do not want my son to be a policeman, I studied at govt. funded school my wife was the most brilliant student of our town. What have we got, “this police job”, my wife is a gold medalist in literature and she is teaching in there. Every day I leave my wife there and remain worried until I pick her up. And now they have transferred me to the admin block which is far from my home, my kid’s school and my wife’s school just because I do not want to feed my son with haram. He has finished this sentence and my stop came. My heart was heavy, I was apologizing to that person with in my heart had no courage to speak. I just greeted him, expressed my pleasure and wished him good luck and hopped out. He waved in gratitude.

While walking towards my uncle’s home, I started noticing all the beautiful villas and the happy jolly faces, but I was no more happy. I was thinking about this Ijaz He was fighting so hard against the daily hardships. He was a policeman and still keeping himself clean. Why on earth his son had such a condition. Why on earth his wife being a gold medalist at the Karachi University would end up teaching at a private school and not at some good college. How long will he keep himself and till when the society will not engulf him in its evils.

I still wonder how many Ijaz are there in our society. How many gems are being wasted like this? And what did I do, I never meet Ijaz again, I never heard his story again. But I believe if all of us became like Ijaz, we will be able to remove so many evils in our society. If only we cared to provide halal rizk to our children, our children will no more be disobedient. If only we cared to provide the best possible education to our children their future will be brighter. We need to find Ijaz in ourselves and we need to correct ourselves the foremost and then look inside some ones collar. And lastly let’s stop this generalizing game that is taking our society by an epidemic, Not all policeman are bad and neither does the entire citizen a victim. We need to respect them; they protect us and sacrifice their lives so that we can sleep. Yes there are rotten eggs, but how clean are we ourselves? I leave you all with this question. You may answer to yourself and no one should judge anyone.