Armata pakistaneza!

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Armata pakistaneza!


Armata Pakistaneza

Versurile citate mai sus, scrise de un artist palestinian, delimiteaza exact sufletul oricarui nationalist. Am invatat acest sonet si pot spune ca de fiecare data cand prezint aceste versuri tot ce vad in fata ochilor este o imagine cu un soldat pakistanez care este pregatit sa manance pamant pentru tara lui, in fata camarazilor sai, sub adancimea apei.

Ramas sub cerul negru plin de stele, uitandu-ma la luna incredibila, m-am simtit defect si am inceput sa ma gandesc pentru prima data in viata mea la acei barbati si acele femei curajoase care au riscat totul pentru mine si natiunea mea. Am inceput sa ma gandesc pe data de 30 aprilie despre Youm-e-Shuhdda (ziua sfintilor) si motivul pentru care aveam nevoie de una in viata noastra. O persoana din o mie se gandeste la aceasta zi iar in afara de armata si grupurile sfintilor nimeni nu se mai gandeste la aceasta zi cu mandrie, doar cu iritatie si plictiseala. Ma tem de fiecare data cand ma gandesc la acest concept, ma tem ca toti oamenii care mor in zilele noastre, care sufera, care trec prin dureri prin care nici un om nu ar trebui sa treaca, sunt uitati de natiune. Ei isi risca vietile pentru tara lor nativa, pe cand tara se comporta de parca nu are timp ca sa le multumeasca acestor soldati curajosi. S-a gandit cineva macar o data ca sfintii au platit pentru casele si curtile lor cu propriul lor sange? Nu trebuie sa uitam faptul ca armata noastra a platit atat de mult sange pentru noi timp de decenii intregi. Toata lumea se plange cand nu au o casa imensa, sau cand duc lipsa unui ingredient pentru o mancare speciala, insa nimeni nu se gandeste prin ce trec saracii soldati pe campul de lupta, nimeni nu se gandeste la cum se simt ei, ce n-ar da ei pentru ca sa stea ei acasa acum, chiar daca casa este veche sau daca nu au un ingredient special. Trebuie sa stam, macar o data pe saptamana sa le multumim oamenilor deoarece ce fac ei nu este usor, insa ca rezultat avem noi vietile noastre dragi.

Cand ma uit la saracii tineri care si-au pierdut tatii, fetele triste ale fetelor care si-au pierdut partenerii, ochii stinsi ai bunicului care a primit intr-o cutie mesajul ca singurul lui copil si-a pierdut viata pentru a-si apara natiunea lui. De fiecare data cand vad oamenii care ignora aceasta zi, oamenii care par a fi iritati de faptul ca trebuie sa le multumeasca lor, mi se face scarba. 

Autor: Muniba Mazar - Pakistan
Traducator: Radu Ivanovici
Sursa photo: www.images.indianexpress.com



The above cited lyric, by a Palestinian artist delineates the genuine internal soul of each nationalist. I learnt this sonnet and at whatever point I present these verses I see a picture of each Pakistani fighter why should prepared bite the dust for this land, in the front line, under the impossible profundities of the sea or open to question. 

Remaining under the open wild sky, featuring at the brilliant moon I felt so broken and broke for the first run through in my life, as I was frail to do anything for the individuals who are biting the dust for me and my nation. I was pondering 30th April, Youm-e-Shuhdda (day of saints) and its real essentialness in our lives. One in thousands really thinks about this day and with the exception of the military or the groups of the saints, rest are minimum irritated and concerned. 

I thought and consider, and after that I understood that what so ever, I can never pay back the tireless penances they made for me, for us and for this nation, which is quick turning out to be so coldhearted and numb with each other life laid for them. Its the coldness, the unit of this country towards the saints and Ghazis of this land which bothers me and makes me fear every one of the individuals who are harmed and slanted towards tallying the benefits, plots and houses being given as pay to the dispossessed families. Has somebody ever believed that saints themselves have paid the cost of the purported plots and houses with their blood? We ought not overlook the spin-off of penances and courage submitted by our military for the past such a variety of decades. To sit discreetly noticeable all around molded rooms and reprimand is simple, to question, slander and affront is easy, yet to go in the war zone, to see the thundering gunfire and to get hit by a slug and to get a pine box of a friend or family member is not effortless and basic. 

When I take a gander at the desolate appearances of the youngsters who have lost their fathers, the unfilled grins of the young women who lost their accomplices, the wrinkled miserable eyes of the old guardians who got the wrapped pine box of their exclusive child, then I discover no place in this whole universe to shroud my humiliated face. Amid these minutes I understand that I could never have the capacity to carry their glad

Author: Muniba Mazar - Pakistan


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