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par Ali Abbas

They told us history is written by the victors. But here… in this part of the world… history bleeds through the soil long after the war drums fall silent. This isn’t just about borders. This isn’t just about land. This… is about the soul of a region, torn between memory and vengeance. Two nations—born of the same womb—raised their flags with trembling hands, and ever since, the wind has carried not peace, but suspicion. They say it began in 1947. But it didn’t. It began the day fear became louder than understanding. The day politics drowned out the voices of mothers burying sons on both sides. The day soldiers stopped being human, and became pawns. The war between India and Pakistan is not just a conflict of bullets—it is a conflict of narratives. It’s fought in trenches, in classrooms, in the silence between two neighbors who used to share stories and now share scars. Ask a soldier on the Line of Control— He doesn’t speak of glory. He speaks of cold nights, echoing gunshots, the face of a brother he never met—only aimed at. Ask a child in Srinagar or Lahore or Kargil— She doesn’t care for maps. She wants to know why her father hasn’t come home. We glorify conflict until the blood is real. We chant slogans until the silence of the dead chokes us. And by then, it’s too late to ask: what were we even fighting for? Yes—there were heroes. Yes—there was valor. But there was also regret. Also sorrow. War is not measured in victories. It is measured in how much of our humanity survives after the last gunshot fades. And today… Today we stand at a threshold again. A new generation. A new dawn. But if we do not remember—truly remember— Not just the triumphs, but the tragedies… Then we are cursed to repeat every mistake dressed in a different uniform. Let us speak plainly. India. Pakistan. Brothers once. Enemies now. But always… always intertwined. We can choose another war. Or we can choose another way. Not by forgetting the past—but by facing it, holding it in our hands like a wound we are finally ready to heal. Because peace isn’t a treaty. It’s not a press conference or a handshake under cameras. Peace is when a mother on one side can look across and know her son is safe. Peace is when the soil no longer trembles with the memory of mines, but with the laughter of children. This is not idealism. This… is the hard road. But it is the only road worth walking. And it starts… with the courage to say: enough. War is a conflict of narratives, not just nations. While the world may view war through the lens of strategy, weapons, and territorial gains, at its core, it is a clash of stories—of identity, history, and belief. When India and Pakistan stand across from each other, armed and alert, they do so not only as military powers but as storytellers defending the versions of truth they were raised on. Every border drawn is a line etched between opposing memories. Every uniform worn is woven from generational grief and inherited pride. On one side, a tale of betrayal and sacrifice. On the other, a narrative of defense and justice. Both sides convinced that their truth is the only truth. But truth in war is rarely singular. It fragments into perspectives, each fueled by loss, each hardened by propaganda, each unwilling to listen. This is why wars endure longer than the battles themselves. Because the story doesn’t end when the guns fall silent—it echoes in textbooks, news headlines, and kitchen table conversations. Children are taught not geography, but grievance. Flags are not only flown for identity, but wielded as shields against empathy. In this war of narratives, every soldier becomes a symbol. Every casualty, a justification. Every act of aggression, a response to a deeper wound, often misunderstood, sometimes manipulated. And while nations build missiles and armies, they also build myths. Myths that shape the way millions think, vote, and live. These myths rarely tell of shared pain or common humanity. They speak of enemies. They speak of “us” and “them.” And once that division is engraved into the psyche of a nation, peace becomes a threat to the very story people are told to believe in. History bleeds through the soil long after battles end. The echoes of conflict do not vanish when treaties are signed or borders are drawn—they remain embedded in the land, in the minds of those who survived, and in the collective memory passed down through generations. The India-Pakistan conflict is not simply a series of military engagements; it is a prolonged shadow cast over decades, casting fear and tension into the everyday lives of millions. The ground where soldiers once fell becomes sacred to some, cursed to others. The rivers, the mountains, the towns near the Line of Control—they remember, even when politicians forget. Wars are often recorded in dates and statistics, but the land remembers differently. It remembers the screams at midnight, the burnt homes, the hurried evacuations, and the silence that follows a shelling. Entire villages have been shaped, destroyed, and rebuilt in the aftermath of conflict, but no reconstruction can erase the emotional architecture of fear. Children grow up hearing stories not of peace, but of survival. Grandparents speak not of unity, but of division, of separation, of moments when everything changed in the span of a single shot. The soil, turned over for new crops, carries with it the weight of forgotten names, unmarked graves, and memories no monument could ever fully honor. The war may be frozen in ceasefire lines and diplomatic pauses, but in the hearts of the people living near these borders, it simmers. Every festival celebrated under the sky pierced by the noise of jets, every wedding halted by sudden sirens, every ordinary day disrupted by extraordinary fear—these moments add to a different kind of history. One that is not recorded in archives, but whispered from mother to son, father to daughter, generation to generation. The past has not gone anywhere. It hides in newspapers yellowed by time. It lingers in radio broadcasts of wartime songs. It sits on the shelves of school libraries in the form of censored textbooks. It walks the streets in the form of veterans whose medals gleam but whose eyes reflect unspeakable loss. Even in places far from the front lines, history has a presence. The economy, the media, the education system—all shaped by the tremors of war. The war is not just in bunkers; it is in minds, in policies, in the way two neighbors eye each other across a fence. This is why peace is so difficult to sustain. Because peace is not just the absence of bullets. It is the willingness to unlearn, to uproot the history soaked in blood, and to replant something that does not grow from the ashes of hatred. Yet, when history has bled so deeply into the soil, pulling it out becomes a painful, almost impossible task. People cling to pain because it feels familiar. Leaders weaponize history because it grants them control. And so, the past becomes a tool—shaped and sharpened—used not to heal, but to divide again. Soldiers carry scars, not glory. The stories told from podiums and in parade grounds often speak of valor, of victory, of honor draped in national colors. But beneath the uniforms, beyond the medals, lies a truth that is rarely spoken aloud: the emotional and psychological burden of war that soldiers must carry long after the battlefield fades from public attention. These men and women are taught to be symbols of strength, trained to march without hesitation, to shoot without doubt, and to survive without complaint. But inside, many carry wounds that no medal can ever heal. The India-Pakistan war, in all its forms—whether in 1947, 1965, 1971, or the Kargil conflict—left behind a legacy not just of strategic shifts and political outcomes, but of human cost. A soldier who survives combat does not simply return home unchanged. He brings back memories etched with the faces of fallen friends, the sound of gunfire lodged into the corners of his mind, and a constant tension that refuses to dissolve even in the silence of civilian life. Glory, as the public sees it, is a moment. The scar, as the soldier knows it, is forever. In the cold Himalayan passes or the scorching deserts of Rajasthan, soldiers have stood guard in isolation, with only the wind and uncertainty as company. They’ve slept with rifles beside them, eaten from tin containers, and written letters to families they may never see again. The battlefield is not a cinematic sequence—it’s mud, fear, adrenaline, and often, regret. The pride of defending one’s country coexists with the pain of taking another life. It’s not a choice most soldiers reflect on with ease; it’s an action justified by duty, but haunted by morality. The scars aren’t just mental. Some come home with missing limbs, others with eyes that avoid bright lights or loud noises. Some can’t sleep without nightmares, others can’t speak about what they’ve seen. The training teaches them how to kill. It does not teach them how to feel afterward. Societies celebrate them with slogans and applause, yet rarely provide the emotional and psychological support required to deal with the aftermath. PTSD, depression, isolation—these are the medals that no one pins to their chests. In the case of conflicts between India and Pakistan, there’s an added layer of complexity. Soldiers on both sides are often from villages and towns that once shared history, language, even culture. The idea of an enemy becomes a construct, taught and reinforced, but rarely organic. A soldier might stare across the LoC and see someone who looks like him, speaks the same tongue, prays to the same God, but is labeled as the “other” by virtue of a uniform. That dissonance creates another scar—an internal fracture between duty and empathy. These are the truths that lie beneath the surface of military parades and patriotic speeches. While the world may see soldiers as warriors, they are, before all else, human beings caught in the machinery of power, politics, and history.

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