In time, we’ll peel back the layers: martial laws and their wreckage, the democratic fight, the agony of Dhaka’s fall, water woes and the stalled Kalabagh Dam, GDP shares, army recruitment, feudal shadows, and the post-18th Amendment tangle of resources. Sectarianism, linguistic rifts, extremism, corruption—the roots of our monarchy-clad establishment and the democracy of our parties—all must be traced back to day one.
Time brews its lessons slowly. Calamity doesn’t strike in a single blow.
Today’s poison won’t spare the Punjabi elite alone. If this spiral persists, the dock of history will hold generals, judges, bureaucrats, and chieftains from every corner of Pakistan—not just Punjab. The few who dared reform, who learned from the past, were crucified alongside their kin.
