Silent revenge of the living and the dead۔ ۔ ۔

The journey from Shar-e-Quaid to Qila Abdullah, a town in Balochistan, the country's largest province, began with two friends in a beautiful car. As they passed the toll plaza, a friend praised the car and ordered tea. The driver remained silent for a while on the praise of the car and then he started saying that this car belongs to the late father and he used to take great care of it in his life. Couldn't take care of the way Dad used to take care of it. However, whenever we sit in it, we have a sense of responsibility not only regarding this car but also on every issue and it reminds us of it. How was Uncle martyred? The driver sighed for a long time and looking at his friend asked how long it took him to return home after twelve years I am going to visit my old friend in Balochistan, the largest province and the least populated province. Tell me the details of Uncle, how was he martyred?

The driver of the car stopped the car at a hotel and after drinking tea, answering the question, said that the late father was a pious, upright and truthful man. There was a mishap at some point in business matters after which he was martyred in the same vehicle during a journey. What was our condition after this news and how we got back to life, all this is known only to Allah. The police tried their best to nab the killers but they were all in vain and the case was put in cold storage by putting the case in the account of unknown persons. He was martyred in the same vehicle and was targeted in the same seat where he was driving. At the end of this he let out a long sigh and looked up at the sky then said that Fort Abdullah is far away so let's go and start the journey again. After this move, there was silence in the car for a long time and then talks started on various topics and old memories were also repeated with it.

"When I was in primary school, there used to be a buffalo enclosure on the way to our school and there was a well a short distance away," he said. And when water was needed, the oxen were driven, the oxen would move around and water would come out of the well. One day, on their way back from school, the oxen were standing and shouting loudly. This action of theirs was unusual. However, when we got there, the owner of the oxen was lying on the ground covered in blood. The injured were rushed to a nearby hospital but succumbed to their injuries. He was killed by someone and no one knew about this killer for a long time. We used to feel scared passing through this place. The farmer was also killed in the presence of his oxen. Years later, when we returned from another city, our elders told us that the two had struck and killed a farmer in the same village. The story ended and then the topics kept changing and their journey ended at Qila Abdullah.

A friend who had gone abroad from his beloved homeland turned to Shahar-e-Qaid again for a farewell meeting and came to meet his childhood friend. They were going in the same car. Once again some old things happened. This time, the driver said that a few days ago, when he got out of the car and went to the office, there was another car parked at the place where the car was usually parked, due to which the car was parked in another empty space. After a couple of hours there was a lot of noise and I was told that your car had hit someone against the wall. A man came between the wall and the car and he died on the spot. I was stunned when I saw the speeding car because the place where the car was parked was a bit sloping, I had just parked it and applied the handbrake and went to the office. Didn't try and then how did this guy get between this car and the wall. The man was taken to hospital and police arrived, but the matter was resolved in such a way that the vehicle started moving on its own due to weak brakes and then proceeded in such a way that the servant came before the wall and Died.

When an old friend of Kawani heard these two incidents of the two friends, he told them that the oxen had killed the slave and then the car hit the slave against the wall. Are The oxen saw their master's blood falling in front of them and the killer running away. No one else had seen the oxen. So when the oxen saw the killer they killed him. The same thing happened with this car. The owner of the car that took great care of him was killed inside the car that no one had seen, then when the car saw the killer, the car started moving and his owner The killer hit the wall. The two friends were shocked to hear the words of this old man and the old man further said that they became bulls or this car, those bulls were alive but they were unable to speak. Was Despite this, they were both silent mujahids. Like an anonymous mujahid who does what he says and does but still no one sees and there is no sign of it.

The late Ashfaq Ahmed was a heartbreaking Mohsin of our society as he is no more in this world and his co-traveler Banu Qudsia is no longer alive. These people are gone. Are The above text was also read from a book by Ashfaq Ahmed and it was written here. There is a purpose of this writing in this place and that purpose is that my country Pakistan came into existence after immense sacrifices.

Given Life and financial sacrifices were given the throne of an ideology and that ideology was the ideology of Islam. This country was established for Islam and if Allah wills, the system of Islam will continue to prevail on this earth. The dream of Allama Iqbal, the poet of the East and the founder of Pakistan, Quaid-e-Azam Muhammad Ali Jinnah, will surely come true, God willing. ۔ ۔

All living and non-living people living and working in the beloved homeland are fulfilling their responsibilities. Unknowingly, in the freezing cold with the scorching sun and heat, as well as in the snow-capped valleys, the country of more than 220 million people is slowly but surely growing towards its goals, while dying for the truth. The car goes ahead and plays its role and even more dumb animals can avenge their slain owner, whether those who oppress and abuse this country, whether they are doing such things inside the country or abroad.

Country, how can they escape from the loyalists of this country. All the conscious and unconscious of this country will one day fulfill the dreams of the martyrs of this dear homeland.