What is Liberty

My dear brother‘s, Liberty, Peace, Democracy are words which are interpreted differently by different persons. Liberty to one is to not be tied in chains no matter whether his tongue in chained, his thoughts are chained, his ideas are chained, his motherland is chained, his mother tongue is chained, both his present and future are chained but as long as his hands and feet are free he feels himself free and is happy about it. On the other hand, Liberty for another person means a situation where he is free in the real sense of the word. He lives in a democratic country where his linguistic, cultural, historical, religious, and political rights are secured and he is free in the real sense of the word. He is the owner of his present and has the right to choose what course of life he wants to choose for his future. Democracy for some person is a system where elections are held regularly and one is remembered that he has the right to vote who should exploit him the most whether he decides to vote for Benazir, Nawaz, Imran Khan, or any other person. While for another person democracy means democratic values and the real right of having the rule of the people by the people but this last definition is obsolete and we should not fancy of finding it anywhere in the world. You feel that you are free in a country where as soon as you come out of your house you have to pack your mother tongue and leave it inside your house and start speaking a foreign language, where, as you turn on the TV or radio or open a newspaper, or a school book, you do not understand a single word unless you know the tongue of your masters, where, you do not find a single word on Baloch, Balochi or Balochistan, where if you insist to speak in your own language, you will not be able to buy even a cup of tea, or a postal stamp or if you insist to speak your own language in offices you will be arrested because you will be refusing to speak the language of your masters (for some one it might be freedom and democracy for me it is the slavery of the lowest grade. I don't know where you come from but I come from Balochistan but even me, if I speak in my language, the first traffic police will take me to the police station, the first office will return my application if it is written in my mother tongue, the first letter my children are taught in school are Alif anar and Be bakry, where if I say I am a Baloch it is an offence as there are no Baloch’s or Sindis or Pathans, in Pakistan we are all Pakistanis, and I have to hide my identity and present myself with another name if I want to be allowed to walk free. By the way, we are living in the 21st century and not in the dark ages so let me remind you, Balochistan was more democratic in 1947 than as a part of Pakistan in the year 2000, where you speak your language, get education in your own mother tongue, promote your own culture, you are the real owner of your country and land, when you go out of the country you don't wonder with the name of which country should you introduce yourself. I don't know about you but believe me, each time I say I am originally from Pakistan I feel it like a hard blow on my head, not because I dislike the word Pakistan but I don't want to take the credit of what Punjabis have done to the name of Pakistan, and even in my country I see nothing in common with them why should I share their merits or demerits outside the country. While in Pakistan we are two different peoples why should we become one outside the country But because of the cruelty of the time, I am bound to say so, my parents were born in Balochistan and not in Pakistan as Pakistan did not exist then. I don't know for you or for any other person what would they choose but I would have loved to live in a Balochistan under a monarch than in Paradise where I am not allowed to call myself what I am, and have to speak in a language which is not mine or have to live in obscurity and hide my identity.