To Pakistan, My Beloved Yet Wounded Land,
Saleem Raza
Bradford: I write these words with a heart heavy with sorrow, with eyes that have seen the pain you bear, and with a soul that still refuses to give up on you.
You were born from the dreams of those who longed for freedom, carved out of sacrifice, built upon the prayers of the hopeful. You were once a song of resilience, a promise whispered into history a land meant to shine with purity, justice, and peace.
But today, my heart aches as I look upon you. Your skies, once filled with the echoes of birds in joyous flight, now tremble under the weight of loss.
Your rivers, once flowing with the strength of a nation’s lifeblood, now carry the silent tears of those who have watched their dreams wither. Your streets, once alive with laughter and light, now echo with the cries of those who grieve.
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Who has done this to you, Pakistan?
Who has stolen your peace and replaced it with fear?
Who has taken your unity and shattered it into division?
Who has turned the hands meant to build into hands that destroy?
The wounds you bear are not just from the storms of fate but from the hands of those who were meant to love you. You bleed, yet your own sons and daughters wield the knife. You cry, yet those who should have held you close turn away. You are betrayed, yet you continue to give, to forgive, to hope.
And still, despite it all despite the sorrow, the blood, the loss you stand. You stand because you are more than your pain.
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You are more than the corruption that plagues you, more than the battles that scar you, more than the voices that seek to silence your truth. You are the land of poets and warriors, of dreamers and doers, of those who fall but rise again.
I dedicate “Whispers of a Burning Sky” to you, my land of pure. Not as a farewell, not as a lament of surrender, but as a cry for awakening. You are not lost not yet. As long as there are those who remember what you were meant to be, as long as there are those who still believe, you can rise again.
May your wounds heal.
May your skies clear.
May your people remember who they are.
For you are Pakistan. And you were never meant to burn.
With grief, with love, with hope,
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The author, a Pakistan-born creative based in Bradford, UK, is a versatile talent celebrated as a designer, artist, and poet. They hold a postgraduate degree in fashion design from London, showcasing their expertise in both artistic and academic pursuits.
