It was 27th of Ramadan, 14th August 1947 when Quaid-i-Azam proclaimed my birth. Looking back to the course of my nourishment my roots were found in this soil during the mid of 19th century. Events of infancy are usually impossible to remember, but my beginning saw something which is indeed difficult to forget 'the great migration. History repeated itself, after more than 1300 years and the subcontinent saw the events of Arabian land. I just cant forget the scale of sacrifices rendered by my family during the course of migration; it had some sad but certainly proud feelings for me as I saw my family performing that dreadful journey and then kissing my forehead when meeting me on the border. Early orphanage in form of departure of Quaid-i-Azam couldnt change my progression for magnificence as my caretakers like Liaqat Ali Khan and Fatima Jinnah did appreciate the significance of initial smooth respiration for prosperous future ahead. I was not at all a pampered child, with a golden spoon rather, my family worked untiringly hard to support me and ensured my healthy grooming. It took around 25 years to make the Constitution. Wars of 1948 and 1965 made me more robust to live with pride and dignity, on the other hand the debacle of 1971 was indeed learning through hard way. My enemies claimed disarmament of ideology but I am still surviving with exceptional health in so many areas as a state, even after that catastrophe. The childhood experiences (three wars) made me real street smart, as I have to be that way, to survive in this world of vultures. The young blood running in my veins in form of motivated generations who saw my birth and the period of infancy put me on a fast track. When I was in my late 20s and mind you in the context of nations, this is still childhood I was undoubtedly an extremely prominent component of the Muslim world. The western world was noticing my vigour, valour, passion and capability to lead Muslims all around the globe. Their notice turned into fear when I started developing muscles along with brains. My guardians, by my maturity, became the largest standing Muslim Army with nuclear capability. When you are rich with coal, salt, gold and energy along with a strong purpose to exist backed up by solid potential for complete food security for your family, thanks to the worlds best irrigation system still, then people around you are always looking for an opportunity to pull your legs. The same started to happen with me in late 90s. What really pinches me is my own people turning against me. They started defaming my ideology by portraying it as a cancer for the so-called modern and progressive westerners; and honestly speaking I became more worried about the Quaids vision, which was entirely distorted. I saw young generation discussing me. I heard kids more enthusiastic about events like Halloween than my birthday; mothers busy watching neighbours media than training own children; astonishingly I saw every immoral activity in the good offices of state going on with full swing with my fathers portrait watching all this with complete silence but desperation. Please let me talk to my young generation now And you my future got to listen to me, as what I will say now, is the real picture. It may sound a bit of self-praising, but if I realistically draw a comparative statement from then and now it will not at all be that gloomy, as now you discuss and react. These are straight facts with just no exaggerations, and I am the witness to the people I had with me, responsible for my initial grooming. In 1947, there were three cement factories now, I have more than 30. I used to import motorcycles now I make cars planes ships and tanks. I inherited only four textile mills but now I own 500 of them. It is hard to believe that my young generation believes the propaganda by my, and their enemies without taking into account that we own the second largest salt mine, fifth largest gold reserves and not to forget the 2nd largest earth filled dam on the planet. My children They call me terrorists and you know who is the only Non-Christian who had the honour to receive the highest award of the catholic world (Knight of the Order of Holy Sepulcher, he was none other than a Pakistani Dr Asad for promoting good will between Christians and Muslims. I came out with head high in 1980 when a super power tried to fiddle with my sovereignty and now another superpower in 2011 is doing the same: God be with me and you, my children; the fate will be the same again this time as well. The game is already on and promos are in media as well in shape of their bankruptcy and deplorable economic condition. My children You must understand the difference between the State and the Government; citizens own the state and in turn Government own citizens. If you will not own me how the people governing me can own you. Sorry to say buddies, you dont vote; you are not united; your faith is limping; you are not following the path of discipline; and you still say that I am at fault Dont you think its a bit unfair to me? If the answer is in affirmation then promise today that this fourth generation will take me to the place my Father Quaid-i-Azam wanted to see me. J R KHAN, Islamabad, August 20.