Missing Pakistan

I always used to wonder why people write so much about their feelings in "Pardes". I felt they usually exaggerated the feeling of being an alien in a foreign land. Of course, i liked the poems of Faiz Ahmed Faiz and songs portraying the feeling, but I never understood it.....that is,till now.
        Now I understand the yearning that Faiz felt when he wrote "Meray dil meray musafir"....Now I identify with the verse "Sar e koye nashaniyaan hamay din se raat karna.....kabhi is se baat karna, kabhi us se baat karna".....I feel more and more the worth of living among one's own people, breathe in the same air as your loved ones do, be in constant contact with family and friends,eat your own food, speak the same language and feel the care around you. It is a great deal to identify with one's surroundings and to own the land you live in....I realize it now that these things are so far away.
       It sounds a cliche but I still have to say that I miss Pakistan. Despite everything, all the troubles there and the calamities and what not, it is home. It is my land and one that I love very dearly. At this hour late at night, I miss the silence of Islamabad; I miss sleeping in my own bed and waking up to run away to the university with ami saying "beta, nashta kar lo".....I miss the constant sms of my friends and the care that was showered daily. I miss the rain, having dinners with family, never caring about things....In short, I am feeling exactly as a pardesi would do.
        I will never understand people who want to settle abroad. I fail to understand the logic. For me, Pakistan seems to be heaven on earth, a place that is very close to my heart and one that has given me every thing. I have every facility and comfort here in my temporary home, but it still doesn't feel like home. Home is where loved ones are and for me that will always be in Islamabad.
       God bless Pakistan