Its the time of the year, when patriotism is at its maximum height....
I love listening to mom and dad telling long stories, recalling the actual scene.....
The real adrenaline rush of 1965....
I love listening to all those jangi taraney.....
Aye rahey haq key shaheedoo.....
ay puttar hattan tey nai vikdey.....
and many more....
My one mamu was born during the 1965 war....
Mom was too young then to remember anything exept for what nana jan told her....
And dad... Oh he was a kid....
He tells how they would cheer up loud whenever a fighter flew above them...
yeah... he had been a part of the blackout..... the naarey bazi.....
I am proud of the way our army fought with spirit not arms....
Its the spirit of Pakistan which has kept it going.....
Oh yes,... and i love watching those plays about The Nishan e Haidar winning shuhda....of the PAk army...
The situations, the crisis can not dampen our spirit......
We will rise again every time someone pushes us down and reach even greater heights....
Yes, its just not a piece of land.... its our motherland....
AND we will defend it till the last drop of our blood.....
Pakistan ZINDABAD!!
aye rahe haqq key shaheedo, wafa ki tasveero, tumhe watan ki hawaeyen salam kehti hain... .
