Published On:Wednesday, 1 April 2015
My Motherland: A Story to Remember .
It’s been a very long time since I really looked in the reality around me, the newspapers, breaking news on TV, ignored all of them for a long time. I heard about them, read them even watched them but didn’t feel anything. The news around us on TV or on paper all of them like a constant horror show, unending Indian Black Law, killing, rapes, low living everywhere. May be it is the same feeling like living in a Indian Law. May be it is a Black Law, why not? Every characteristic is here, all the brutality, corruption, political circus; innocent blood is spilling all over our society, so why not calling it a dark age? Denying it will not help us, though accepting the truth may create a hope for change.
It is not like the slogans of the political parties around us, they just want the power, the money, want to be rich, other than that nothing else matters to them, the great democracy of our country is in hands of some delusional persons, the job should be done, is nothing to them but a joke, the country its people, its hopes and future everything is a game of power to them. The news around us the reality proves this every day, when a girl in this age in 2015 can’t even walk home safely in night from work, it’s not about the darkness of nature not about the nights it is all pointing towards the darkness inside us, the dark ness growing by the minute by this corrupt system.
What about us? We just watch the news, read them and feel nothing, we felt something before, many years before, but now it is the reality, we are slowly subjugating to the large destructing pattern of a this fake system, we are nothing but toys in the hands of power crazy filthy rich people, we are living in nothing, for nothing, reacting to nothing, without even feeling anything. It is like the slow invasion of corruption, the Dark Age we are facing today mock us every moment by snatching the hopes dreams, innocent life the future of the nation from our hands, but we sit still with blank looks.
Why we don’t demand for a normal life, an equal society a logical life standard for us, we deserve that don’t we? Why our children the future of the KASHMIR still has to die in hospitals without proper treatment? Why our young minds don’t get a proper education? Why a common man has no right to dream or to live happily? We are compromising everyday every moment because somewhere our leaders, our politicians are failing us, they are living for only their pockets, and we are suffering the consequences.
Not everyone sit still or stay quiet, but as soon as a voice emerge every one try to prohibit it try to intimidate the voice try to kill it by the name of law, some contemporary cases shows that, even making cartoons or expressing true feelings is now against the nation. but we are the voice of nation we are the living expression of this nation so why we have to die everyday? why we are letting our motherland dying with us every moment we stay still we let others kill our voice in front of us.
Who makes the nation? The common people does, millions of them make a glorious nation with their hopes and dreams, not few leaders or rich men so why we cannot speak or cannot draw cannot express our feelings it is our nation our mother land our ancestors gave their life the free it from the slavery of a foreign country so why we will be slave again in our own birthplace? I ignored the news the Blck Law for a long time because I forgot that it is my KASHMIR too, so now this is my voice
“Give me back my motherland…I want to live like a human not like a slave anymore, I can speak, I can see, I can feel and I shall express it”
Rubaitul Azad Is A Amateur Programmer And Web Developer. Computer And Technology Enthusiast. Although I Am Not An Engineer Yet, I Am Currently A Student. I Was A Bright Student Who Had A Passion For Computers From Srinagar,
It is not like the slogans of the political parties around us, they just want the power, the money, want to be rich, other than that nothing else matters to them, the great democracy of our country is in hands of some delusional persons, the job should be done, is nothing to them but a joke, the country its people, its hopes and future everything is a game of power to them. The news around us the reality proves this every day, when a girl in this age in 2015 can’t even walk home safely in night from work, it’s not about the darkness of nature not about the nights it is all pointing towards the darkness inside us, the dark ness growing by the minute by this corrupt system.
What about us? We just watch the news, read them and feel nothing, we felt something before, many years before, but now it is the reality, we are slowly subjugating to the large destructing pattern of a this fake system, we are nothing but toys in the hands of power crazy filthy rich people, we are living in nothing, for nothing, reacting to nothing, without even feeling anything. It is like the slow invasion of corruption, the Dark Age we are facing today mock us every moment by snatching the hopes dreams, innocent life the future of the nation from our hands, but we sit still with blank looks.
Why we don’t demand for a normal life, an equal society a logical life standard for us, we deserve that don’t we? Why our children the future of the KASHMIR still has to die in hospitals without proper treatment? Why our young minds don’t get a proper education? Why a common man has no right to dream or to live happily? We are compromising everyday every moment because somewhere our leaders, our politicians are failing us, they are living for only their pockets, and we are suffering the consequences.
Not everyone sit still or stay quiet, but as soon as a voice emerge every one try to prohibit it try to intimidate the voice try to kill it by the name of law, some contemporary cases shows that, even making cartoons or expressing true feelings is now against the nation. but we are the voice of nation we are the living expression of this nation so why we have to die everyday? why we are letting our motherland dying with us every moment we stay still we let others kill our voice in front of us.
Who makes the nation? The common people does, millions of them make a glorious nation with their hopes and dreams, not few leaders or rich men so why we cannot speak or cannot draw cannot express our feelings it is our nation our mother land our ancestors gave their life the free it from the slavery of a foreign country so why we will be slave again in our own birthplace? I ignored the news the Blck Law for a long time because I forgot that it is my KASHMIR too, so now this is my voice
“Give me back my motherland…I want to live like a human not like a slave anymore, I can speak, I can see, I can feel and I shall express it”
Rubaitul Azad Is A Amateur Programmer And Web Developer. Computer And Technology Enthusiast. Although I Am Not An Engineer Yet, I Am Currently A Student. I Was A Bright Student Who Had A Passion For Computers From Srinagar,
