Why, I dont want to leave Pakistan!

 Although there may be plenty of reasons not to stay in pakistan , the reasons to stay dominate the former.

     Why will I leave a country where cultural festivals just beat the excitement out of you. No matter how hard parents try, no one can beat pakistani kids in stubborness, they easily extort out eid animal days before eid ul adha.If someone has a bull in colony, each evening, you can hear bell ringing from the feet of that bull and excited shriekings from the larynges of a dozen little humanlings running behind it. Evening walks of kids with their animals convert the street into some local mandi , you cant fathom whether they are fighting, arguing, or just making core memories. Well, post eid gloomy faces of those kids make a whole different story. Pakistan, where I can feel the humbleness of distributing meat on eid and can be fooled by same women coming twice or thrice. I dont want to miss on being waken up to the nerve bursting siren in Ramadan, which is no less than an air-raid or tornado siren. Then excitement of being the first witness to the eid moon in house and declaring my victory. I dont want to be devoid of the feeling which comes before and after lightning dia on rooftops in shab e barat  

            And when you go out with your brother at night to relieve the stress and suddenly your whole mood is set right by receiving couple blessings from some khawaja sira (Allah jori salamat rakhay) . When on seeing some old man or drug addicts or jhonpri waas on roadside, your appetite just instantly dies out and your mind starts sketching out the plans for their betterment with a single penny in your pocket.I  am happy that I have enough time to listen to my grandparents stories over and over again in a way that I can reproduce them expression to expression standing at their back when they are telling those to someone else.I dont want to miss out on the peace one can get by sitting in the corner of the veranda of a darbar staring at a green covered sufi singing naat in response to which pigeons ecstatically appear to be hitting their beaks on the grain thrown for them. Pakistan where a nikahfied couple gets to enjoy the thrill of doing what is forbidden, by doing those little prohibited, outlawed things as enjoying a secret meet-up because no one dares getting caught by gossip auntees. Where the roads swell up on winning a cricket match against India, after 9-10 consecutive losses. Where even after criticizing army the whole day, I can sleep soundly because I know my army has got guts. Where education is the foremost focus of everyone, as a kid is, by born MBBS aspirant and each MBBS students is considered by default CSS aspirant. Where falling ill will never leave you lying all alone on a hospital bed imaging you dying because your room will soon be stormed by the relatives bringing food and stuff and those "When are you getting married" talks even on ailment bed will keep you alive by heart. 



There may be thousands and thousands of reasons to leave Pakistan but I know my heart will never find peace if I Leave this country.

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