Punjab, the golden cradle of five rivers, once fed the subcontinent’s belly. Even after centuries of invasions, its spirit stood tall—economically vibrant, educationally rich. Beyond Karachi’s port, no city in today’s Pakistan outshone Punjab’s urban pulse. This prosperity wasn’t a gift; it was forged over centuries. Yet now, it’s wielded as a curse, a crime to be apologized for.
Had Pakistan not risen, the elites of every province—political, judicial, military, feudal—would’ve bowed to a Hindu majority or languished in chains. Punjab paid the steepest price for freedom, yet it’s branded the villain in every tale of woe.
This is merely the opening chapter of Punjab’s story—a saga that will stretch long and deep. We’ll own our missteps, yes, but we’ll also call out the hands that point fingers unjustly. This isn’t about accusation or malice; it’s about clarity, about untangling the knots of misunderstanding, and forging a path forward together.
