Someone bombed pakistan again…and i live here in my caucasian neighborhood in my white city surrounded by my white neighbors
and my closed doors hoping those bombs and weapons and guns never come here.
i left my home, my love, my life pakistan to come here for safety for peace for loneliness but mainly for peace…
we hope those bombs never come here….but what if they did ….
what would we do then…where would we go….where would we run….we left our love pakistan to come to this peaceful place….and now were a little alone and a little lost looking for love from our families…in books and night clubs and community gatherings..
looking for our love …our home…
We hide away we dont change them the government the politics….dont get involved in politics they say….
But one should try to make it better…..what can u do…
Love not bombs…..flowers not guns…..when will our love save the world….sarcasm