14th August and I honestly don’t know what patriotism…
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14th August and I honestly don’t know what patriotism means to me anymore
It’s 14th August today and I don’t feel what I used to feel on this day.
As a kid I was insanely patriotic. Flags everywhere, milli naghmay, Pakistan Zindabad, all of it. I genuinely believed this was a great country and we were good people who had just been unlucky. I believed the usual bullshit too. Enemies outside, conspiracies, bad politicians, somehow never us.
Then I grew up and started seeing what this place actually is.
Corruption everywhere. Fraud everywhere. Hypocrisy everywhere. People worship money like it is God. Morals and ethics mean absolutely nothing if there is enough money, power or status involved. Everyone talks about Islam, honour, family values, respect, but then lies, cheats, bribes, exploits, abuses power and somehow still sleeps perfectly fine at night.
That really fucked with me.
Because at some point I realised I had been completely blindsided as a kid.
For years I actually started hating this country. Not just governments. Not just politicians. The whole fucking culture of dishonesty. The way we respect rich people no matter how they became rich. The way everyone complains about corruption but will happily call an uncle, use a connection, pay someone off or screw over another person if it benefits them.
And then we act surprised that nothing changes.
But the annoying thing is, just when I think I am completely done with this place, I see something that makes me hesitate.
Some random stranger helps someone for no reason. Someone who has almost nothing still shares what they have. People come together when somebody is in trouble. You see kindness in places where you were expecting nothing.
And I remember this country is not only the worst people in it.
It is also home.
So no, I don’t feel that blind 14th August patriotism anymore. I probably never will again.
But I still want Pakistan to become better.
Not because I think it is great.
Because it is mine.
#current_events #local
It’s 14th August today and I don’t feel what I used to feel on this day.
As a kid I was insanely patriotic. Flags everywhere, milli naghmay, Pakistan Zindabad, all of it. I genuinely believed this was a great country and we were good people who had just been unlucky. I believed the usual bullshit too. Enemies outside, conspiracies, bad politicians, somehow never us.
Then I grew up and started seeing what this place actually is.
Corruption everywhere. Fraud everywhere. Hypocrisy everywhere. People worship money like it is God. Morals and ethics mean absolutely nothing if there is enough money, power or status involved. Everyone talks about Islam, honour, family values, respect, but then lies, cheats, bribes, exploits, abuses power and somehow still sleeps perfectly fine at night.
That really fucked with me.
Because at some point I realised I had been completely blindsided as a kid.
For years I actually started hating this country. Not just governments. Not just politicians. The whole fucking culture of dishonesty. The way we respect rich people no matter how they became rich. The way everyone complains about corruption but will happily call an uncle, use a connection, pay someone off or screw over another person if it benefits them.
And then we act surprised that nothing changes.
But the annoying thing is, just when I think I am completely done with this place, I see something that makes me hesitate.
Some random stranger helps someone for no reason. Someone who has almost nothing still shares what they have. People come together when somebody is in trouble. You see kindness in places where you were expecting nothing.
And I remember this country is not only the worst people in it.
It is also home.
So no, I don’t feel that blind 14th August patriotism anymore. I probably never will again.
But I still want Pakistan to become better.
Not because I think it is great.
Because it is mine.
#current_events #local
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