25/12/2024
On this 𝐉𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐚𝐡 𝐃𝐚𝐲, we honor Quaid-e-Azam Muhammad Ali Jinnah—not only as a leader of our history but as a lasting symbol of courage, vision, and resilience. Were he with us today, these would be his words of counsel to guide and inspire our nation. 🇵🇰✨
Dear Nation,
I left you—and this world—in pain. In those final days, as I looked at you, I saw suffering everywhere. It wasn’t just in me; it was in you too. Your struggles mirrored my own. And yet, if you ask me now, and if I ask myself: Would I do it all over again? Would I endure the same agony to create Pakistan? My answer is simple: Yes. A thousand times, yes.
Because it was never about the pain, no matter how excruciating it was. It was about the dream we shared, the purpose that burned brighter than any hardship. It was about those last, torturous steps—steps that broke my body but uplifted my soul—because I knew we had made it. Pakistan was ours. In that moment, I forgot my pain. I rose above it and met my Creator with a full heart.
But now, as I look at you, my heart breaks again. I see fear in your eyes, hesitation in your steps, and worst of all—indifference in your hearts. This indifference wounds me in ways I can’t describe. You’ve lost faith in Pakistan, in the dream we bled for. And that, my dear nation, is something I never thought I’d see.
Do you remember who you are? You—the children of those who ran alongside the trains I sat on, chanting with voices full of hope. You—the ones who filled my jalsas with thunderous cries of:
“Le ke rahenge Pakistan, ban ke rahega Pakistan!”
You were my strength when I faltered. We fought together. We dreamed together. We built Pakistan together. This land was never mine alone—it was never just a country. It was an idea, an emotion that lived in every beating heart.
And I know this: emotions don’t die. They might be buried under despair, but they live on, waiting to be unearthed. That fire still burns inside you. I feel it.
I have no grand solutions for you today. But I can tell you this: Pakistan wasn’t built on solutions alone. It was built on belief, sacrifice, and hope. That hope still lives in you. You just have to find it again.
So, my dear nation, endure your pain as I endured mine—but with purpose, with joy. For Pakistan is not just a land—it’s a promise, a dream, a fire that will never go out.
“Bana liya hai Pakistan, zinda rahega Pakistan.”
With all my love and faith,
Dear Nation,
I left you—and this world—in pain. In those final days, as I looked at you, I saw suffering everywhere. It wasn’t just in me; it was in you too. Your struggles mirrored my own. And yet, if you ask me now, and if I ask myself: Would I do it all over again? Would I endure the same agony to create Pakistan? My answer is simple: Yes. A thousand times, yes.
Because it was never about the pain, no matter how excruciating it was. It was about the dream we shared, the purpose that burned brighter than any hardship. It was about those last, torturous steps—steps that broke my body but uplifted my soul—because I knew we had made it. Pakistan was ours. In that moment, I forgot my pain. I rose above it and met my Creator with a full heart.
But now, as I look at you, my heart breaks again. I see fear in your eyes, hesitation in your steps, and worst of all—indifference in your hearts. This indifference wounds me in ways I can’t describe. You’ve lost faith in Pakistan, in the dream we bled for. And that, my dear nation, is something I never thought I’d see.
Do you remember who you are? You—the children of those who ran alongside the trains I sat on, chanting with voices full of hope. You—the ones who filled my jalsas with thunderous cries of:
“Le ke rahenge Pakistan, ban ke rahega Pakistan!”
You were my strength when I faltered. We fought together. We dreamed together. We built Pakistan together. This land was never mine alone—it was never just a country. It was an idea, an emotion that lived in every beating heart.
And I know this: emotions don’t die. They might be buried under despair, but they live on, waiting to be unearthed. That fire still burns inside you. I feel it.
I have no grand solutions for you today. But I can tell you this: Pakistan wasn’t built on solutions alone. It was built on belief, sacrifice, and hope. That hope still lives in you. You just have to find it again.
So, my dear nation, endure your pain as I endured mine—but with purpose, with joy. For Pakistan is not just a land—it’s a promise, a dream, a fire that will never go out.
“Bana liya hai Pakistan, zinda rahega Pakistan.”
With all my love and faith,
𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐐𝐮𝐚𝐢𝐝
