We have to make a "Benazir" Pakistan - By Saria Benazir

There pass decades and experiences inscribe themselves on sections of sheet. Eyes seize back to millions, who in their kick laid down their lives for the cause of liberty - for the sake of a detached home, where the Muslims of the Sub Continent could direct their survives, according to the lessons of their belief. The labors of those legends bore crops and lastly, on August of 14, 1947, the Muslims won a sovereign homeland for themselves. The struggle, the budge, which pinched numerous broods from their mothers, left several waifs and strays -that all appeared nil in analysis of the loyalty of the Muslims and to conclude, there came a day to exult & express thanks to God for the huge consent, He’d bestowed them with. My country, Pakistan -the land of pure , the earth, with which respite anticipates of thousands and plunks as the core of Islamic Power _ The ground, hallowed with copious natural possessions, with beauty, with minerals and with creature clout -with people, so enthusiastic and devoted to their land -such is meant by my adored Pakistan.
A state, which was sanctified with trinkets, the world never got - I hold back to the folios of the country’s history after its establishment & the empathy twinges to realize too much, it lost - Two great leaders, universe ever witnessed. Pakistan,-Which was split up into pieces was saved by the Hero of the Muslim World, Quaid e Awam Shaheed Zulfiqar Ali Bhutto, who spoke out to his nation as “WE HAVE TO GATHER PIECES - VERY SMALL PIECES & MAKE A NEW PAKISTAN - A PROSPEROUS PAKISTAN”. He proved his ardor to this nation, when a dictator got him hanged, just because of his promise to provide Bread, Clothing & Shelter to the people of Pakistan & make it an atomic power. The world cannot close its eyes to the struggle and forfeits of my dearly loved leader Shaheed Benazir Bhutto, who always preferred her country to her personal reassures and returned to her land after years of exile, just to save it, Aware of all the threats, she valiantly fought for her country & at last, gave her blood for it .

This soil of Pakistan is filled with blood of our leaders & it’s we, who need to stride to save this PAKISTAN and make it a Pakistan of Benazir’s dreams - A Pakistan, free of poverty, illiteracy, diseases, unemployment & dictatorship.

Wedged in cavernous slumbers,
I get mislaid in dreams,
I look at a wilt,
Emerald & ashen,
With a falcate & star,
With all its glamour,
Its luminosity,
Greater than that of a sun,
Shimmer,
Immense than the stars,
Its precincts,
Where lies a scrutiny of rapture,
My country’s flurry roofed crests,
And the beckons of its waterways,
The absconds and unadorned,
Lime & russet,
I get lost in the exquisiteness of my motherland!

I heed the birds twittering,
And thereby,
The accent of my beloved leader,
Yes! My mentor Benazir Bhutto,
Thumps my heart,
I feel someone clasping me,
Giving me audacity,
Valor to facilitate my member countrymen,
To move with far getting intentions,
To carry conviction,
Superior enough to defy obstacles,
To save - to shield this land,
Even if my own life’s its cost…

Then, I embrace to her,
The redeemer of this land,
Still with apparition,
Hope in her eyes,
For a Pakistan,
Strong & thriving,
I move on with an endeavor,
We’ve to fulfill our Bibi’s vision,
And make this Pakistan,
A Benazir Pakistan!

A Pakistan,
Which can never be shattered,
By earthquakes, too colossal,
With floods,
Too devastating,
For this terra firma carries in it,
Too much blood,
Blood of the martyrs…

Pakistan has come to exist forever!!!!

LONG LIVE PAKISTAN!
PAKISTAN KHAPPAY!
HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY!

Without Pakistan, we’re like a body, without soul.

Regards,
Saria Benazir.