By Shahram Khan Khattak
Dear Pakistan, you are the radiant light that illuminates the majestic mountains of Gilgit and the rhythmic pulse of the Arabian Sea. You are the joyous laughter of children in the streets, the solemn call to prayer echoing at dawn, and the quiet dignity of a farmer tending to the soil. Within your valleys, history breathes life, and in your cities, dreams take flight.
Recently, the world has not only seen you as a land of beauty but also as a fortress of courage. The recent conflict tested your very heart, yet you did not waver. Your soldiers, our guardians, stood where fear dared to enter. In the biting cold of the night and the heat of the day, they carried the weight of the nation upon their shoulders. They braved enemy fire not for medals or applause but for the safety of our homes, the laughter of our children, and the sanctity of our flag. In the echoes of their boots and the steadiness of their aim, the entire nation found its voice, proud, defiant, and unbroken.
They made us proud in a way that words struggle to express. Every victory they secured on the frontlines became a pulse in our veins, a reminder that this soil is defended by those willing to give their all. Their courage is the kind that history remembers, and that generations yet to come will inherit as their birthright.
This triumph belongs not only to them but also to the mothers who prayed with tearful resolve, the families who stood strong in waiting, and the citizens who refused to bow to fear. It is proof that unity is not a mere slogan; it is the very armor of our nation.
Yet, Pakistan, your greatness is not confined to the battlefield. It shines in the quiet triumphs of your people, in the moment Arshad Nadeem raised our flag high in global arenas, in the poets whose words keep your spirit alive, and in the students whose dreams build your future. It is in the generosity of a stranger offering tea to a weary traveler, in the resilience that transforms adversity into hope, and in the green and white of your flag, faith, sacrifice, and peace.
You are my pride, my refuge, and my story. I walk your streets with my head held high, knowing that you are more than just land. You are an idea, a heartbeat, and a promise. And as long as I live, I will carry your name with honor.
Note: Shahram Khan Khattak is a student of O Levels
