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  By Ayesha Zee Khan

 I salute you, for you are an inspiration

A country: that put you in gradation

For them, let your brilliance shine through

Your wisdom increased as you grew

Resilience in you is your donation

For a society that uses condemnation

All your achievements leave them blue

They often question: How could it be you?

Being steadfast you show determination

Your enthusiasm packed in acclamation

They seem to have a second hand view

Of your success, this makes a queue

For the young girls who follow in admiration

A will to stand up and prove their qualification

They stop your progress, you already knew

Your chains stretch a little, understand a few

A daughter is a mother’s proud possession

Whereas a father’s joyous adoration

What is the difference of importance so undue?

For a girl, the mutuality of parentage eschew

Prove them, you have a solid foundation

Their faults & catastrophe’s aren’t your negation

Pack codes and tribal laws do not glue

The triumphs of a female & her debut

Into this world of equality which is God’s formation

Woman of Pakistan, in standing up is your salvation

The future and destiny that our Lord drew

Has your share in it when you know it is true!

(This poem is dedicated to Samina Baig, the first Pakistani female Mountaineer to climb any unclimbed peak in the Karakorum Range. Extreme Adventure – Chaskin Sar Expedition, 2010) and the rest of the Pakistani Women who are proving that they CAN and WILL.

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Pakistan,My Land

By Ayesha Zee Khan

                                           Unique is the land where I am born

                                     Where childhood & growing were to horn

                              Memories of laughter, sorrow, happiness and pain

                             Each facet of life opened a new challenge yet again

                           A land where Mountains Rivers & valleys are wellborn

                               Pines, Mulberry,Walnut, Mango all well known

                             Harappa, MohenjoDaro, Indus, Taxila were to gain

                             History, Economics, and Architecture now in bane

                       Migrants of Persian, Grecian, Parthian, Arab, White Hun

                         Afghan, Turk, Mughal, Saka, all blended and reborn

                            With colors and cuisine not found in any reign

                           Arts and crafts marveled of the seasoned brain

                      Western Highlands, Karakorum and Pamir mountains warn

                     The height and might of the land and its people with a scorn

                         For the new invaders and enemies shall suffer in pain

                               With the Wrath of its men will leave them slain

                                Such is my Pakistan with a history so forgone

                         Yet to see a country which bears with a smile in morn

                          For its people have endured much without a complain

                             With hard work, resilience and a handful of grain

                             Jinnah made this country of talent and sworn

                         Iqbal thought it would be the citadel of Islam for govern

                                 Minorities shall flourish without a strain

                               Treasures of nature shall open their drain

                             Oh Lord, Pakistan is my home I so deeply adorn

                         Play writes, Martyrs, freedom lovers, Scientists who shorn

                           The shape of a nation all in a beautiful chain

                          Keep it safe, long living, with equality maintain.

Ayesha Zee Khan is a freelance writer/columnist, can be reached

on this email: ayeshazeekhan@live.com

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