My country?
There is a bridge in Karachi that my grandfather built 50 years ago. I've been driving over it for the last seven and it's only recently that I found out. He never mentioned it and I never bothered to ask. But whenever I drive over it now, I feel a sense of possession, as if it's my bridge. Something that links me to him. Is that where the roots of patriotism lie? An attempt to preserve the memories of the people we love?
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yeah somewhat like the road which is named after my grand dad and when ever we cross it we relate this joke : police man roak lay gari taiz chalanay par aur kahay keh baap ki road hai kya...aur hum kahain nahin nana ki road hai :) hey heard ur mom went to college with mine thru chai???? whats her name?
Assalamualaikum,
My mother went to school with your khala and your mum went to school with my khala. Her name is Fawzia Khurshid though your mother probably remembers her as Gaggay.
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