You’re love, Pakistan, pure love

by Makola

Another birthday :)
I’m glad we made it this far.
In a few hours we will get to see Pakistan breathe again. Roar, laugh, smile. This is the Pakistan I love. To death? But of course.
Had I been clever, I would have written more about why it is that I attach my everything to this land on which I could have just as easily been a stranger. I’m not though. I hope I never forget why. I hope I have never have to.

Love,
makola
city of lights

P.S. I am through with O Levels! Seems exciting writing it down. It is, somehow.

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