My stained glass finds its tones of colors from the dust of celestial homelands and shades of organic melts of internal struggle. I belong to a universe which some says resulted from a bang and rest always confuse it with religion. My glass is aged with the organic cycle of a planet which is renewable. I am wearing the cap of a region on this planet, which is known to you as South Asia. I evolved in the basin of great river Indus, an ancient valley of my ancestors. I am having a passport of a nation state which is 66 years old on the global map. Yes i am a human of 21st century who is living in a society where 7 million kids are out of school, (some bitter patches in my glass).
I am in search of my north and trying to peel off all those layers which have shaded my glass. i believe my glass is pure as light and it reflects originality when enlightened.
I always ask myself who am i at first place? A Pakistani who is shy to seek its reason of existence or a human being ready to escape the gravity of this planet. I am struggling to show you my original glass which is same as yours.