I was born in the foot steps of
Mystical Himaliaya and great Hindukush
I grew up on the bank of River Swat and Kabul
I grew up at the foot of Attock and Farah
Mehran, Ghazni, Qandooz, and Khyber
I played in the planes of Bagram, Wana and Shindoor
I climbed the mountains of Qandhar and Chiratt
I stormed the deserts of Hilmand and Karak
I have witnessed the blosom Of Lala and Tulips
I drank from Saifulmalook and River Kabul
I ate from the fields of wardak and Kohat
I grew up among fairy tale characters, guns and Leopards
I drank from great fountains of Ilm & Iman
Many stories I can tell,
many songs I can sing.
Mountains taught me to stand erect
with my chin up, to be exact.
I vow to be staunch and unbending,
to face the storms and harsh weathering.
Violent rivers taught me to be
magnanimous, vigorous and yet so free.
Deserts and bare planes taught me to bear burning storms
Sun rays, flowers and the dew drops
have given me a beautiful heart.
The tests from ALLAH
have exquisitely forged my gallant morals
I embraced the free air & wild breeze,
which has ,with its due course
merged my will,strength & thoughts
into an organic whole (Eman)
I am part of my land,part of Nature part of ISLAM
Nature, Pukhtuns & ISLAM
are a single entity, inseperable...Undefeatable
I belong to the people,belong to the history.
I hope that the whole world
registers my existence.
Tyrant hands are tampering with me now,
and damaging my true being.
The war drums are shaking the Earth,
the alarms sounding from far and wide.
Armies are lining again....
Tyrants are trying to wipe me out.
My colourful dreams and songs of peace
My love of Creator and HIS true path
are mingled with the sounds of war.
But thats not the dream I dreamt,
neither my fate, I won't comment.
My history testifies and my valor proves
Our luck shall blossom,
we'll rise with emaan
I'm sure,again
our fortune shall definitely change.
The spring shall return
and the birds shall sing.
Tawheed will enlighten our hearts and land
Earth and tyrant powers in it
may not live forever,
but the tales of gallant Pukhtuns,
tale of perishing of falsehood
shall always remain. INSHALLAH
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