This post is part of a series titled, ‘Did we do any learning?’ created by my dear fellow blogger and exceptional writer Timmi, at The Lively Twist. With so much happening in my country Pakistan, I could think of nothing else. These thoughts reflect lessons I think my nation learned this year. As did I.
This was an honor Timmi:). Thank you so much.
This originally appeared HERE on Timmi’s blog:
This year my sixty-seven year old country finally woke up. Millions of Pakistanis learned to think for themselves.
Four months ago, frustrated people stepped out of their homes and stamped their thoughts on the streets under the leadership of Imran Khan. Old men, housewives, students, and children slid open curtains of indifference and made history.
War is when your government tells you who the enemy is. A revolution is when you figure it out yourself. ~Anonymous
This year millions of Pakistanis learned about pain. Pain that transcends boundaries of flesh and geography. Pain that sets things into perspective. Love, family, home, and health. Everything else seems extravagant. You don’t expect to send your children to school and never see them again.
We saw hope and held on to it tight. Perhaps too tight because it left blisters. We learned about healing as skins of faith quickly formed protective layers on our stubborn wounds. My people are even more stubborn.
This year I learned about victory. A victory that marks an end to our closed minds and blind hearts. I have seen my extraordinary people walk to hell and back. They tell me to keep going. Because that is exactly what they will do. They always do. And this revelation makes me realize our power.
I had a dream about you last night…and in it you said, ‘Chin up; it only gets harder.’ ~ Marshal Ramsay
Think. Question. Challenge.
Because once people begin to think aloud, they are impossible to ignore
I like this post. I hope that my fellow Indians wake up to the menace of the RSS
Here’s to ‘waking up!’ ! Thanks for dropping by
I heard that morning comes whenever we wake up. I guess sometimes someone or something has to rouse us from slumber.
Nida, thank you!