Stepping towards heaven we hear sound of large water falls through meadows, we see dense
snorting clouds, snow clad Himalayas, charming and beautiful deodar woods, sun looking down
through bulky snow mountains- both day and nights fighting for their existence. Come forward and
see the “heaven on earth”. This heaven is my Kashmir, your Kashmir, our Kashmir. With over 222236
km square of area across the Himalayas, it is the valley of fairies. And in it we hear thousands of
voices crying only one slogan, freedom.
Indian army is violating human rights since 1947 but Kashmiri Muslims are still fighting for their
freedom. Killing an innocent Kashmiri is part of their daily routine.
No one talks about democracy when it comes to Kashmir. Rules made by the UNO, the human rights
watch and all other similar organizations become deaf ears when it comes to Indian violation of
human rights in the land Kashmir. Pakistani media seems no more interested in the cause, and
continue to promote Indian culture in the name of entertainment. We take pride in adopting that
culture and forget that our brothers are still struggling for their freedom
Kashmir was pronounced the jugular vein of Pakistan. Why has Pakistan gone cold feet towards this
cause now? The blooded rivers of the valley still call upon the Muslims from all over the world to
come for the help of those who have given their lives but never bowed.
Curfew each day and murder of an innocent, the soil of my land gradually stains crimson. The
freedom fighters are labeled terrorists now and cut off all the supplies of food and medication. Fear
runs across the valley of getting shot or losing life in a blast.
The barbaric Indian army shows no sympathy when it comes to taking life. Each night begins with
the fear of the next day. Where is the UN resolution? Where are the NGO's? Where are the human
rights activists? Is in no one to talk about this bloodshed? Is there no voice to join ours? Is there no
power to take down the beast that has destroyed my home?
The heaven has been turned into hell. The streets are full of blood. And the murderers run free in the
valley. I won't let someone spoil its beauty no more. No one will touch my people. It is my Kashmir.
Let the world watch. If I have to take weapon I will. I will fight. Because when injustice becomes a
law resistance becomes a duty.
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