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Dreaming of a New Dawn

April 2024

The bustling city of Lahore hummed in anticipation as young Bedagh Baloch found himself amidst a sea of people. His hand was firmly holding on to his father’s, as they weaved through crowds and made their way to Minto Park. It was 23rd March 1940, a day that would forever change the course of history. Bedagh looked at the gathering in wonder as he saw thousands of people, united in hope of watching history unfold. He craned his neck to see distinguished leaders standing tall upon the stage. Among them was Mohammad Ali Jinnah, the esteemed leader of the Muslims of subcontinent, whose words carried the weight of a nation’s aspirations.



Bedagh’s father gave his hand a squeeze, and whispered: “This, my son is where our dreams take flight and where the promise of a better future for our people begins.” 
    Bedagh Baloch listened in awe as the Quaid addressed the crowd, his voice resolute as he talked about the demand for separate state where Muslims could live with dignity and freedom and preserve their cultural and religious identity. His words ignited a spark of hope within the young heart. As the day wore on, and speeches were delivered, Bedagh’s mind drifted off into a world of imagination. The idea of a separate homeland for Muslims was so fascinating to him. As the waves of the enthusiastic cheers resonated through the air, he closed his eyes and pictured a land where people lived harmoniously and in unity.
    That night as Baloch lay in bed, his mind wouldn’t stop buzzing about the events of the day. Thoughts about his own country swirled like fireflies in the twilight of his mind. As slumber finally draped around him, a different kind of light came to a flicker. He drifted into a dreamscape, soft and hazy as the summer dawn. He found himself standing in emerald fields under a vast limitless sky where the sun shone bright, illuminating every blade of grass. The sound of laughter, light and melodic danced on the breeze. As he walked through the land, he saw markets overflowing with vibrant colours and heard the murmurs of cheerful conversations of the people that strolled there freely. Children clad in uniforms, spilled out of their school buildings and shrieked with laughter as they played games. He saw majestic mosques whose call to prayers echoed like a comforting song. This was not mere a dream; it was a whispered promise. 
    As dawn brushed aside the remnants of his dreamscape, Bedagh Baloch stirred. The world outside seemed a bit muted, its colours were less vibrant than the ones that painted his slumber. Yet, a curious warmth lingered within him, a whisper from that luminous land. It wasn’t a memory, but a feeling, a seed nestled in his heart, a promise half remembered. His dream, his vision was not just his own, but it was woven from the wishes and efforts of his past generations. It’s not just a childish fancy, but a hope, a yearning for a land of the pure, and a place where the dreams whispered on the wind finally found their voice.
    Bedagh carried his dream in his heart. He was a young man when Pakistan came into being. He wished to serve the homeland he held so dear and defend its borders, but life, as it often does, had other plans. The weight of responsibility settled on his shoulders early, the need to provide for his family propelled him towards a factory floor instead of the military training grounds. The yearning to serve, to be a protector, never truly faded. It simmered beneath the surface, a quiet ache for a purpose that lead his daily routines. God blessed him with a family as beautiful as the dream he held close. As time trickled down the expanse of years, he devoted his years of youth to the solace of fatherhood. 
    One day, while Bedagh and his son were out on a stroll, he shared his goals with his father. A gentle smile touched Bedagh Baloch’s weathered face as his son, Murad Baloch, announced his desire to join the army. The years had etched lines around Bedagh’s eyes but his spirit remained as vibrant as the dream of that long ago day. He placed a hand on Murad’s shoulder and said, “Joining the army, Murad, is a noble calling. It’s about more than just fighting. It’s about protecting the promise, the dream we all hold dear.”
    Murad’s gaze flickered with a question Bedagh anticipated. “Father, but I’m afraid that I won’t fit in.” Bedagh chuckled, “My dear son, I understand your concerns, but there’s nothing to worry about. For serving the nation, an unwavering love for your homeland is the key. We have a unique voice, and a rich culture, don’t let anyone tell you that love for Pakistan is any less strong here."
    He gestured towards the window, where the golden hues of sunset painted the desert sky. “Look, Murad. See those mountains, those vast plains? They hold the stories of our ancestors, Baloch heroes who fought alongside others for this very land. We are the guardians of its southern borders, the keepers of its heritage. The melody of Pakistan is a symphony, composed of various instruments. Each of us plays a unique note, but together, we create a harmonious and powerful sound.”
    Bedagh’s eyes twinkled with pride. “Look at our people, Murad. Doctors saving lives in Karachi, engineers building bridges in Gilgit, teachers shaping young minds in Quetta – all relentlessly serving our nation.” He squeezed Murad’s shoulder firmly. “You bring a unique perspective, a different thread to weave into the fabric of Pakistan. Your service, your voice, will be invaluable.”
    A fire ignited in Murad’s eyes, mirroring the setting sun just like the one that had burned in Bedagh’s heart all those years ago. He understood that patriotism wasn’t about blind conformity, it was about serving the dream, the promise whispered on the wind. He, a Baloch son of the soil, would carry that torch, a testament to the enduring love his people held for their homeland. Bedagh’s heart swelled with pride, his son would now fulfill his dream and be the strength of the nation. The setting sun cast a long shadow, but for Murad, it was the dawning of a new purpose, a fire that would illuminate his journey as he served the land he loved.

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