Pakistan mean different things for different people. For me it is a big part of my identity of who I am today and that identity is an amalgamation of many sensations, experiences, sights and sounds.......
Here are a few that mean something to me, tell me what Pakistan means to you.
Pakistan is monsoons, the smell of the wet dirt .....
It is sleeping out side on charpaoiz under the open sky and talking through the night with my cousins, uncles and aunts.
It is mangoes packed in ice in steel buckets and eaten at the canal.
It is chapal kebabs and Kameeri Rotian
It is the choorian we wore on Chaand Raat
It is putting mehndi with all the cousins....
It is the voice of the Muazin from the mosque
It is my grandmothers hands
Samosa chaat, Aloo walay naan, Paratha rolls and pepsi....
Shopping at Ichara with my aunt
Shadiz....
putting up diyaz on 14th August
hiking in the mountains
sitting by the river swat
feeling a sense of belonging, an identity I wear with pride.
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