We have opened our eyes to Pakistan, so it takes time for people like us to understand what a homeland is and what an independent homeland is.
Read the story written with the blood of this country, watch the spectacle of the brutality of the army occupying the Kashmir.
Swinging on the streets of Lahore, one gets an idea of ​​what slavery really is and how to get freedom, why one asks for soil.
Why does one shed blood for dust?
When I was a child, I used to look at my mother with kindness when I called soil as mother.
Then I began to understand.
The mother gives consciousness, the soil gives pride
But
We were liberated from Hindu slavery in 1947. Now tell me, what do you want freedom from?
Tell us when we will be free from the slavery of one's own thinking.
From the customs for which a father has to spend his whole life to marry a daughter.
When will a poor person be free from the worry of feeding people instead of mourning the death of someone?
How long will we be stuck thinking 'what will people say' before we do the right thing?
When will the poor get freedom to get education?
When ... !!

You are a woman making gol roti

The princess picking cotton in the fields

The last hope of a woman who is suffering from labor pains in Gynae ward

Selling a bottle of soda with red lipstick

Teacher educating generations

Or Shaheen flying a plane

Or something else, somewhere else, doing anything

"You are a reflection of life and beauty in every situation."

You are five feet or more or less

Fits in the smallest size

Or have to take extra large

There are some wrinkles on the forehead

Or any freckles on the face

The color is slightly dull or milky white

Never make yourself small or big

Black and white

Don't be fooled

That which is inside the body is the heart and the mind

Are very beautiful

If you still have doubts

Read a line every morning and evening

"I am the best, I am the best"

Not born before me

Not like me

Every word of this scholarship is true

"You are a reflection of beauty in every situation."

Of course read stories but do not live in them

You are not lazy princess

Nor a sleeping beauty

To whom a prince will come on a white horse

Don't live in fantasy land

"That you are a reflection of life in every situation."

This wealth, this jewelry, this dress

Large car or four canal house

Clothes of a great designer in every season

Or six figure salary

With a master 

You don't accept when you're becoming a slave

When the whips of the master fall

the soul is not happy with ornaments

All you need is love, care, and respect

"That you're created to be loved and handled with care"

You are not lazy enough to get along with your partner

You can build a palace

Connect relationships of soul my love! Not in rupees

Because you yourself are very precious

"That you yourself are a reflection of life, fragrance and beauty."

"You're a woman you're yourself a superpower"

Have you ever seen

Any secondary characters in the story.

On the dark corner of the street

Under a lamp post ...

The stranger who smokes cigarettes.

Or an umbrella in a downpour.

An unknown person runs across the road,

Like running through a train window

Someone anonymous sitting on the platform.

These small secondary characters ...

Insignificant, irrelevant ...

Those who disappear from sight in a moment.

Without any pretense ... without any illusion ...

No burden of centralism, no accusation.

I just want to live that role.

I've always been central to my story.

Now I want to be a secondary character...

I want to stay away and watch...

What Nature will decide for me...

What Nature will do to me...

I want to flow with the flow...

I want to become a secondary person in my own life...