What if our izzat was not in the mind and hearts of others? What if we could be genuinly proud of ourselves and our next of kin?
Hamara Mohalla!
Hum kahan rehte hain, kis ilaake mein, kis mohalle mein aur kaise ghar mein. Yeh sab effects our status position. Well this is true for most of human kind. Everyone wants to live in the best environments.
But in other countries people move around, so they often get to choose and change their neighborhoods. In Pakistan we usually live in the same home where we grew up in. This makes us grounded and loved, since most of our neighbors are like extended family. But what if our grandfather didn't buy a plot in the right area? What if he let go of plots in the posh areas to be closer to family? Ab hum to phas gay na!
Waise bhi ab hamare mohalle ka haal dekha? Yahan kon rehna pasand karega? Kissi ke ghar ki deewaaron pe rang nahin hai, kahin pe road mein gadhein hain. Kahin gali mein ladke jama huwe hain, to kissi ke ghar pe gate ke bajae parda latak raha hai. Aise mohalle mein kaise log rehte honge?
Bas hum jaise hi log rehte hain. What if we asked those same boys who hang around to protect our neighborhoods, in return they get a nice bench and chai from a different home everyday? What if we ask all the girls living here to help one chachi once a week, with whatever she needs help with? What if we all help to keep things clean by just picking up if we see any litter. What if all the chacha's join forces to plant and upkeep plants and flowers in the neighborhood?
Then we can truly say Humari Izzat, hamara mohalla!!
This picture is taken in taken italy.
Hum kahan rehte hain, kis ilaake mein, kis mohalle mein aur kaise ghar mein. Yeh sab effects our status position. Well this is true for most of human kind. Everyone wants to live in the best environments.
But in other countries people move around, so they often get to choose and change their neighborhoods. In Pakistan we usually live in the same home where we grew up in. This makes us grounded and loved, since most of our neighbors are like extended family. But what if our grandfather didn't buy a plot in the right area? What if he let go of plots in the posh areas to be closer to family? Ab hum to phas gay na!
Waise bhi ab hamare mohalle ka haal dekha? Yahan kon rehna pasand karega? Kissi ke ghar ki deewaaron pe rang nahin hai, kahin pe road mein gadhein hain. Kahin gali mein ladke jama huwe hain, to kissi ke ghar pe gate ke bajae parda latak raha hai. Aise mohalle mein kaise log rehte honge?
Bas hum jaise hi log rehte hain. What if we asked those same boys who hang around to protect our neighborhoods, in return they get a nice bench and chai from a different home everyday? What if we ask all the girls living here to help one chachi once a week, with whatever she needs help with? What if we all help to keep things clean by just picking up if we see any litter. What if all the chacha's join forces to plant and upkeep plants and flowers in the neighborhood?
Then we can truly say Humari Izzat, hamara mohalla!!
This picture is taken in taken italy.
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