I was pouring hot coffee from my thermos-bottle under the black skies of Daman-e-Koh, on the green shoulder of the Margalla Hills — the hills of love. Love for nature, love for weather, and love for the warm-hearted Islamabadis. The unique aroma of coffee lingered around me, steam rising like gentle prayers from my mug. I had come here to escape the iron-and-cement hustle of this metropolitan city — away from the mediocre markets, the oligarchs’ lavish enclaves, and the polished diplomatic circles. Sometimes the soul simply craves open space.
I took the first sip. Hot, but not burning. A smile broadened on my face. A college-day memoir flashed across my mind — that familiar stanza we all knew in Sukkur:
“Drink hot coffee, drink hot tea.
Burn your lips,
Think for me.”

And my cheeky reply from those carefree days:
“I drink my coffee after every meal,
I never kissed you,
So how could I feel?”

Ching… ching… ching… The soft bells echoed. Suddenly, a blurred figure appeared An”BaBaTal” [the Bell-man], in navy-blue attire decorated with brass bells that chimed with every little movement. He stood beside me at the cemented railing and whispered wisely:
“Hejazi , bacha!, the hybrid signing is coming — virtual yet hosted by Islamabad. Geopolitics dances moodily, but Pakistan’s peacemaker role shines. Feel pride in this city nestled in Margalla’s valley. The Accord will bring real fruits — not just digital ink, but energy for our homes and hope for our youth.”
His bells faded into the cool breeze. Inspired, I write these lines.

*THREE CHEERS FOR PAKISTAN!*
In moody geopolitics where great powers dance and sway,
Pakistan stood firm as the bridge at break of day.
From Islamabad’s wise halls the olive branch was thrown,
A virtual pen now writes what history shall own.

No grand hall needed, no foreign title’s glow,
Our quiet strength delivers what the mighty cannot show.
Hafiz, the peacemaker in uniform so bold,
Who raced through capitals with wisdom worth its gold.

From dawn till dusk he wove the threads of fragile trust,
History’s first soldier-diplomat, in peace he placed his thrust.
Between the storm and silence, his steps carved the way,
For Pakistan’s honour bright, he turned night into day.

For energy that flows like rivers pure and bright,
For borders calm beneath the watchful starry night,
For sons abroad whose earnings safely find their way,
For youth who dream of brighter, bolder Pakistan today.

The Accord is sealed, the threads of hope entwine,
In every home and heart, a renaissance will shine.
Three cheers for Pakistan, the peacemaker bold and true,
Who turned the storm to calm and skies from grey to blue.

No “Geneva of the East” — we need no borrowed name,
Islamabad Accord will light our lasting flame.
From BaBaTal spirit to fields and ports anew,
Pakistan Zindabad — the future belongs to you!

Divine Guidance:
The Holy Quran says in Surah Al-Hujurat (49:9):
“And if two parties of the believers quarrel, make peace between them…”

The Holy Prophet Muhammadd[ Peace and blessings be upon him] taught:
“Shall I not tell you of something better than voluntary fasting, prayer, and charity? It is reconciling between people.” (Abu Dawud & Tirmidhi)
“The strong man is not the one who wrestles others, but the one who controls himself in anger.” (Bukhari & Muslim)

Eleanor Roosevelt: “It isn’t enough to talk about peace. One must believe in it. And it isn’t enough to believe in it. One must work at it.”

As of 13 June 2026, the Islamabad Accord stands on the digital brink. Final text is reportedly ready. Pakistan prepares for a hybrid/virtual signing hosted from Islamabad, while Iran counsels patience for the coming days. This is geopolitics doing its moody break-dance.
Pakistan has earned the name “Islamabad Accord” through tireless shuttle diplomacy and the steady hand of General Syed Asim Munir (Hafiz) alongside civilian leadership. We do not chase vanity titles. We seek real fruits: energy security through the Iran-Pakistan gas pipeline and stable Hormuz waters, protection of Gulf remittances, calmer borders in Balochistan, and diplomatic elevation in a multipolar world.
The “ BaBaTal” ’s whisper still echoes on Margalla’s hills: patience now, strong guarantees on implementation, and unity will yield sweeter results. The oriental carpet is almost complete. Let us hold the final threads with vigilance, hope, and national pride.