By: Shahzada Ahsan Ashraf
A Soul’s Whisper to Its Wounded Homeland
Don’t cry for me, Pakistan.
I am not gone—I am still here, in your broken streets, your sleepless hospitals, your silenced courts, and your struggling homes.
I am here in every voice that speaks the truth, in every tear that falls without justice, in every sigh that rises when bread is missing, and when dreams are arrested without charge.
We—your children—walk with heavy hearts.
We stand in lines for flour, search endlessly for medicine, and hope for safety from those meant to protect us.
Our mothers cry without reason, our fathers age before their time, and our youth… they carry the burden of a nation built on broken promises.
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“Tujh se gila nahi hai aye watan,
Bas woh khwab ro rahe hain
Jo teri mitti mein palay thay…”
(We hold no complaint against you, O homeland,
Only the dreams are mourning,
The ones raised in your soil…)
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In the name of justice, we see injustice.
In the name of order, we see suppression.
In the name of democracy, we see dynasties.
And in the name of religion, we see power games.
But still, we love you, Pakistan—
not because of what you’ve become,
but because of what you were meant to be.
We haven’t given up.
We still believe.
We still whisper your name in every prayer,
and we still raise your flag with hands scarred by your silence.
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“Mera dukh bhi tu, meri jaan bhi tu,
Zakhm bhi tu hai, marham bhi tu,
Teri khamoshi bhi cheekh ban gayi hai,
Magar tere liye phir bhi dua ban gayi hai…”
(You are my sorrow, and yet my soul,
You are the wound, and yet the healing.
Your silence has turned into screams,
Yet for you, I have become a prayer…)
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Yes—we are hurt.
Yes—we are tired.
But we are not broken.
Because we know…
Injustice does not last forever.
History has proven:
Every tyrant falls.
Every corrupt wall cracks.
Every lie burns in the fire of truth.
And Pakistan’s soil is sacred—it cannot be owned by traitors forever.
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So don’t cry for me, Pakistan.
Rise for me.
Speak for me.
Pray for me.
Because one day, every injustice will fall—InshaAllah.
And from your dust will rise a nation that we all dreamed of…
Fair. Free. Fearless.
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Final Words – Let These Verses Echo in the Heart of the Nation
“Main ne dekha hai ujrte huey shehron ko,
Khilte armaanon ko, bikte pehchaanon ko,
Magar phir bhi tujhe chhoda nahi,
Aye mere Pakistan… tu dard bhi hai, tu dawa bhi.”
(I have seen cities crumble,
Dreams fade, identities sold,
Yet I never abandoned you,
O Pakistan… you are both my pain and my cure.)
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“Har zulm ka lamha likha gaya hai,
Taqdeer ke daaman mein ek faisla hai,
Jab uthay ga ghulaam ka sar fakhr se,
Tab badle ga waqt, ye wada raha hai.”
(Every moment of injustice is recorded,
A divine judgment awaits.
When the oppressed rise with pride,
That’s when time will turn—that’s a promise.)
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“Wo din bhi aye ga jab mitti ki qasam,
Na hoga koi jhoot, na hoga sitam,
Ye jo chhupa hai andheron mein haq,
Wo chamkay ga suraj ki tarah—bas zara sabr kar.”
(That day will come, by the oath of this soil,
There will be no lies, no cruelty.
This truth hidden in darkness now,
Will shine like the sun—just wait a little longer.)
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“Matam nahi, dua bano mere liye,
Kya pata agla mor ho roshni ka,
Bas yakeen rakhna mere watan,
Har shaheed ka khoon hai gawahi ka.”
(Don’t mourn—become a prayer for me,
Who knows the next turn may bring light.
Just keep faith, O my homeland,
Every martyr’s blood is a witness.)
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“Don’t cry for me, Pakistan…
Just rise for me.
Just stand for me.
Because I never stopped loving you—even when you forgot me.”
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Written with love, pain & hope
(The writer is a Former Chairman and Managing Director PIA, Former Federal Minister of industries and production)
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