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She handles radio. Because the real voice of freedom is in it.

Ashraf was also present in the convoy going to Pakistan in the morning when chaos suddenly spread...

The granddaughter kissed the letter and put the flag on the window.

There were tears in his eyes. Dada patted his back, gave love, but he kept turning away.

By evening, flags and flags had adorned the roof.

O Lord! Protect the honor of all...

' Dad! From today I will also become a defender of the country and thank you.'

The elders were crying.

I alone cannot change anything.

His impure body was no longer worthy of the pure soil of Pakistan.

One day every child of Pakistan should read and write and make the country famous.

Son! Coming back after freedom, not compulsion, is love.