In order to prevent mass killing, one of the smarter ones from the lot dreamed of a separate land. So well, they all sat together and decided to draw a line on the paper and split their colors and beauties and loves into two. All picked up their loves, beauties and ownership patents of different gods and went their own ways.
Now, one of the piece of land has a bunch of people. They got their land and after a few years, proudly patented it with a stamp of god. They drew a definition of this god to help them identify any intruders or foreign enemies. After sometime, they too started fighting amongst themselves. Anybody not adhering to the god that they owned is brutally killed. Given their past history of intrusion from foreign lands.
Today, this is piece of otherwise beautiful land - said to be the fruit bowl of Asia, rich in finest of natural beauties. Today, on this land, these people have been entitled by some god that they own to kill each other. Some strongly own this god. Some are scared not to follow. While, all the silent ones in air conditioned, classy confines of their cars have little or nothing to complain about.
Today, on this very piece of land, there is another meeting going on. There seems to be another smart one proposing an idea of an independent state. However, this time, the smart one doesn't seem to be a human. Because humans here are silent. mute. dead perhaps. It is the very piece of pure land debating. Imagine, the evening breeze of Karachi stained with the blood of minorities talking to the injured widow beauty of Swat. Both discussing the prospects of gaining independence from the people.
We so proudly assume that this country "needs" us. Have we ever paused to consider and ask back if this country really even wants us now? Do we even deserve this piece of land which we deliberately own?
We have encroached this land. This is not our land. This is not our piece of land. This stopped being our land the day we started silently witnessing all the killings, all the atrocities.
Look around, fancy shopping all night at the malls to celebrate an independence day - Independence for burger pakistanis.
Look around, boys on bikes with guns all night to harass and "party"? - Independence for the frustrated youth.
Look around, smart brains sitting with a cup of coffee and being quaid e azam on social media? - Independence for smartphone and Apple users.
Look around, a rigorous bunch of intellectuals defending "abhi sub kuch nahi bigra"? Independence day for the non resident pakistanis in beautiful denial.
Look around, minorities sulking the deaths of their loved ones? Oh well, who what how where what's that. sorry.
Look around, humans dead. dead? huh what's that.
Today, there is a discussion. A debate. A night of resolution. Of all the parts of land that we have committed injustice on. This nature does not want us. This land does not want us. All they now want is independence from us. They perhaps will not need to struggle for it.
As a four year old victim of a recent blast had weakly smiled and said, "nobody would be here alive on this land after sometime anyway.." The only human that seems to be not living in a denial.
Happy Independence Day to the Land.
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