At whose request?

Mother Earth is wounded, the ruling policies are in the direction of degradation instead of progress, biased and exaggerated propaganda, the inhabitants of the land face a decisive challenge in the form of disappointment, the slogan-bearers of making the Islamic State a greater welfare state unconsciously played the role of collaborators of national criminals and enemies of humanity.
Don’t think about these tragedies.
Why are millions of people bored with life and restless on the bare ground of the sidewalk?
Why does hunger strike at night within one’s four walls?
Why is hunger eating away at its own hunger due to lack of bread?
Why is there hunger for food when there is no bread?
Why does Allah Yar, who lives in the sandy village of Lalazar in Lyyah, spit blood?
Why does Rasoolan, a resident of Adam Ke Nagra village in Sialkot, cry while blowing on the stove?
Why does the beauty of the Thar Shanon Desert always go to the well carrying a pot of water?
Why don’t you hear about the fate of Maja blacksmith’s children, who are deprived of shoes and don’t go to school in the winter?
Why is every child born in an empire that was created in the name of Islam, equality, and tolerance indebted to millions?
Why does the Sindhi nobleman forcefully raise the helpless, thirteen-year-old daughters of the poor peasants for the sexual gratification and brutality of the Arab wolf, Sheikh Nasir?
When the bodies of these innocent children are found the next day, why doesn’t the chain of justice of the judges sitting in the temple of justice move?
How can a poor girl from Karachi, the most developed city, become old on her parents’ doorstep?
Why would an old man marry a rose fairy like a rose by paying money?
A Degree holder sells his own blood, sets up a tea stall and serves tea to people, inhales heroin into his lungs, and commits suicide in the courtroom, a stage decorated in the name of justice. Why is heroin his destiny instead of education?
The other side is this.
Why does a lower middle class person sit in AC rooms and mock humanity by signing files for its welfare?
Why is there this injustice and violation of rights in Iqbal’s Pakistan?
Why is selfishness being practiced in the name of education, lawlessness under the guise of law, lust for power in the name of guidance, and poison being poured into our veins in the name of medicine?
Why are hands being raised for condolences?
So the lips on the wall move, whispers are being made, but why is there no sound?
Why is the drought increasing?
Why is the scale of justice tilted?
Why has the meaning of justice changed?
Why is there a mixture of color in blood and lies in truth?
Why are the darkness of ignorance, race, and prejudices prevailing over morality?
Why is man abandoning humanity and becoming a beast and animal?
Why do people start measuring their shadows as soon as the sun sets?
Allah Yar could have been treated for a few thousand, but that could not be done, but millions were invested in cricket.
There is no drinking water in Thar, but water sports festivals are being held in Quetta and Islamabad.
Their own bodies are being shot down by their own bullets.
Mothers are searching for bodies, carrying pictures of their sons.
Whose wish is all this happening?
On the wish of Iqbal (RA).
Who, seeing the anxious state of Muslims after the decision of the full bench of the High Court on January 3, 1938, in which the appeal of the Shaheed Ganj Mosque was dismissed, said:
Lift my bed on your shoulders and take it to where the Muslims are going. If a shot is fired, I will die first.
Or at the wish of the Quaid-e-Azam, whose tears dried up in his efforts to complete this Islamic state.
If not, at least remove the pictures of Iqbal and the Quaid from government offices for their spiritual peace.