The Night Before Freedom
The eyes that had stayed awake all night knew no sleep — they were waiting for a dawn that would bury forever the long night of slavery. Everywhere there was movement, in every heart an unease, and on every lip a prayer. Lahore, Delhi, Karachi, Peshawar, Calcutta, Lucknow — every city’s streets and alleys glowed as if it were a sacred night. People wore flags on their chests, climbed rooftops, and gathered around radios, waiting for the moment when the announcement would come: Pakistan has been created.
The Announcement
Hindus, Sikhs, and Muslims — all knew that this day marked a turning point in history, a moment where love, hatred, hope, and fear all flowed together.
And then, from the radio came the voice: “This is Radio Pakistan.” In that instant, it was as if centuries-old chains had shattered. In homes, people fell into prostration; eyes brimmed with tears; and the air was filled with cries of “Allahu Akbar.” The slogan “Pakistan Zindabad” rose like a sacred call to prayer. In Lahore, young men poured into the streets in celebration; in Karachi’s lanes, children ran with flags; in Delhi, there was unrest and the sorrow of partition; and in Amritsar, the smell of blood hung heavy. Yet above all else, one feeling prevailed — we are free.
Jinnah’s Historic Words
In the last hours of the night, Muhammad Ali Jinnah addressed the Constituent Assembly in Karachi. Dark circles under his eyes told of exhaustion, but his face shone with resolve. His voice carried the warmth of cold seasons overcome, and in his words lay the kind of history that keeps nations alive. Jinnah declared that this country belonged to everyone — Hindu or Muslim, Sikh or Christian — all would be equal. The hall was silent, every heartbeat in sync like a single instrument.
The First Flag Rises
For the first time, the national flag was raised. The crescent and star spoke to the sky. Tears streamed from the eyes of the elders as they remembered their martyred sons. Mothers placed the Qur’an over their children’s heads and prayed; young men pressed their hands to their chests and vowed that this homeland would never bow.
A New Dawn
And then the moment came when the clock struck midnight — the sun of 14th August rose, and a new nation opened its eyes. Pakistan had been born. People embraced it not only with their hearts but nurtured it with their dreams, their blood, and their very bones.
In that moment, time stood still, history paused, and a new journey began — in the name of Pakistan, in the name of sacrifice, and in the name of this soil, which was no longer someone’s estate, but the trust of an entire nation.
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