My earliest memory of Pakistan, would have to be when my uncle took me, my siblings, and my cousins out on his motorcycle, at dusk, daily. He’d take us, one by one, around the block, then we’d get off and it would be the next one’s turn. He’d do it till everyone had a turn. It felt surreal, absolutely surreal, to ride that motorcycle, even as a child- to feel the air whipping around you, to hold your uncle close- it was surreal.
I know, Pakistan has a link to a history of violence and terrorism. But I do also know, Pakistan has a culture full of rich history, of selfless people like our founder, like my uncle, like Imran Khan, like those being oppressed for their peaceful resistance.
I’m not asking more than to keep Pakistan in your thoughts. They are humans. They are you, flesh and blood, some wearing the blood of others. They are me, they are you, they are your brothers and sisters in humanity.
I’d love nothing more than to see others see the Pakistan I see- the culture, the weddings, the people, the laughter, the cricket. I’d love nothing more than to see others see Pakistan over the guns and bombs. All I ask is to keep Pakistan in your thoughts.
Is it bad that I got a little teary eyed gosh just ily all ok
It’s okay !thank you gorgeous 💜
So as long as it doesn’t affect you, it doesn’t matter right?
Thank you, for taking a portion out of your time in order to tell me this. I can’t make you care. But I can only hope that by reblogging these posts, that you’d be aware of the situation.
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