Selection from Mirza Fayyaz Ahmed’s book Jahan Taqareer
Greetings to your charm, O Homeland Day
Greetings to the awareness of Mr. Baba Quaid
How did Hazrat Iqbal bring this dream?
Greetings to the light of the separate lawn
My homeland, let your flag be loud
Greetings to the light of the demands of your faithfulness
High dignity
This is the year 47. Old Karim Bakhsh is on his way to Lahore from Anbala with his young daughter Zainab Lathi Tikti wife Rabia and two young livers. Blisters on his feet, clothes, strings and soul of Zarzar. Beards and young men’s heads will be covered with dust. Achieved life is gone but bright torches of hope, beautiful mornings and Hussain Shameen should be the cradle of the caravan. Lahore is a few kos away. A group of bloodthirsty Sikhs will stand in the way of the young aspirations of the old. Her children were bloodied in front of her eyes and Zainab’s painful screams could be heard for a long time. Rabia died from her heart-wrenching wounds and tears flowed in her eyes. Homeless and homeless people died in the streets of the city and we were given the message that
This is the homeland, my soul and my soul is dear to all.
All the inhabitants of this holy land
Nisar has been on it all the time
There is a series of four provinces
Hussain Sangam of Brotherhood
That’s all there is to it
That is my firm belief
Greetings from the heights
This is the smiling magic. This is the land of Pakistan, this is the cradle of the sacred sky, this is the cradle of the aspirations of the nation, this is the source of greatness and zeal, this is the land of five rivers, this is the heart of galaxy The dance is not the charisma of Tabassum without the performances of the beauties. In fact, millions of Muslims sacrificed their lives to achieve this love and freedom. Holi was played with the blood of the youth. In the presence of the honorable fathers and brothers of the daughters-in-law of the daughters of Islam, their infidelity was exposed and the lifeless and shrouded corpses floated on the waters of the Jumna and Ganges. The flood gave color …
Then why don’t I say that
This is the homeland, my soul and my soul is dear to all.
Arbab Mehfil.
I saw this Pakistan being formed with liver wounds, heart scars and tears flowing from the eyes. The 27th night of Ramadan was a blessed day on Friday. Muslims prostrated before the Creator all night. The morning was August 14. Pakistan emerged as a sovereign state on the map of Dina. This day marks the successful end of the long and arduous struggle of the Muslims of South Asia for independence. This day reminds us that Quaid-e-Azam And under the determined leadership of the Muslims of the Indian subcontinent, the concept of Iqbal was put into practice and it was made clear to all the nations of the world that the Muslims of the subcontinent are of color, race, language, culture, civilization, customs and traditions and They are a separate and independent nation based on religion. It was a new dawn, the beginning of a new era. This was the first light in the morning, the redness of which was the redness of his blood. It was a promise to be transformed into a new interpretation of dreams, to be the fruit of aspirations, to be the fruit of hopes, to be the fruit of aspirations. It was a day to reach a destination. It was a milestone to reach a destination. The state structure was broken but the resolve was strong. The resources were scarce but the courage was invaluable. The ground realities were weak but the morale was high. The only reason for this was that …
This is my homeland
And John is dear to everyone.