Pakistan- the great melting pot of cultures,ideas and gene pools;located smack in the middle of the cross roads leading to almost every great ancient civilization that sent its war lords our way,looting plundering and introducing new strains of genetic material to mix in our own. They were conquerors,robed priests and wandering ascetics who travelled this way to introduce their own brand of God to the sun worshiping natives who embraced them whole heartedly generation after generation. A people born into the beautiful idealism of the Vedas embraced ideology that appealed to their socio-economic circumstances and quest for a higher purpose,we were cast and recast into several forms,we built a nation claiming unity of one form yet today we are left with that gaping question:who are we?
When Dahir’s severed head was presented to Hajjaj,a courtier sang:“we have conquered Sindh after enormous trouble…. Betrayed is Dahir by Mohammed Bin Qasim’s masterly strategy. Rejoice,the evil doers are disgraced. Their wealth has been brought away . . . They are now solitary and brittle as eggs and their women,fair and fragrant as musk-deer,are now asleep in our harems.”
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