I was born in the valleys of Kashmir, raised on the soil of Punjab, yet I’ve never tethered my soul to either label. For me, the rhythm of my heart beats to a singular tune—Muslim, Pakistani, above all else. Regional whispers? I’ve kept them at arm’s length, choosing instead the anthem of a united Pakistan.
But today, amidst a storm of venomous accusations and calculated disdain, a truth dawns on me: Punjab’s voice must rise—not for pride, but for the survival of this nation’s fragile unity. The land of five rivers can no longer sit silent, deaf, or blind. A sinister plot brews, one that pins every shadow of evil on Punjab’s broad shoulders. Its prosperity, its very existence, seems to choke the throats of those who envy it.
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