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.
Let me be clear: these words rise above party banners and petty cliques. They echo the thoughts of kindred spirits—those who may not agree with me, yet feel the same ache for truth. This isn’t a manifesto; it’s a plea. For decades, Punjab has borne a charge sheet of blame, pinned on its sheer numbers. Where’s the scrutiny of that narrative? Where’s the reckoning?
