“My children,” the land whispers, a voice carried on the wind, “look at me. I am a small, cherished corner of this vast planet, but I am all you have. I am your indigenous homeland, woven into the very fabric of your history for thousands of years
In a world of global economies and international politics, this voice is often drowned out
- It is a conversation that must continue, a whisper that must be heard, and a destiny that must be embraced
By Abdullah Usman Morai | Sweden
In a world carved into 195 nations, with borders drawn by treaties and history, there exists a profound and enduring connection between a people and their homeland. It is a bond that transcends maps and political lines, a silent conversation between the earth and those who have lived upon it for generations. This is not just a story of a place, but a reflection on the very essence of belonging, stewardship, and destiny. It is a fable, if you will, told in the voice of a land itself, speaking to its children about the legacy they must protect.
Imagine a land, an ancient and wise entity that has witnessed the passage of countless millennia. It has seen civilizations rise and fall, cultures flourish and fade. For this land, the concept of a “nation” or a “province” is a recent and often fragile idea. Its identity is forged not by political decrees, but by the rhythm of its rivers, the silence of its mountains, and the fertility of its plains. It is a land that has given everything to its people, its water, its soil, its oil, its gas, its very breath.
“My children,” the land whispers, a voice carried on the wind, “look at me. I am a small, cherished corner of this vast planet, but I am all you have. I am your indigenous homeland, woven into the very fabric of your history for thousands of years. From the dawn of time, when the first whispers of your language were carried on my air, I was here. I am the cradle where your ancestors learned to farm, to build, and to dream. My rivers have nourished your fields, my sun has ripened your crops, and my soil has been the foundation of your homes.”
This voice from the earth is a powerful one, for it speaks of a forgotten truth: that a land is not merely property to be exploited, but a living entity with a soul and a purpose. It speaks of the natural treasures that lie within its embrace, treasures that are not just resources but a sacred inheritance. The land’s voice continues, with a mix of pride and a plea:
“Look at all that I have given you. The endless blue of the sea that embraces my shores, filled with life and possibility. The great river that has been my lifeblood since the beginning of memory, carving a path through my heart and bringing sustenance to all. The fields, stretching as far as the eye can see, and the plains, where your communities have flourished. I have given you mountains, standing as silent guardians, and I have hidden beneath my surface vast reserves of oil and gas, meant to fuel your progress and prosperity. Even the air you breathe and the very ground you walk on, it all belongs to you.”
This is the essence of a homeland. It is an extension of identity, a canvas on which the story of a people is painted. The resources it holds are not just economic assets; they are a trust, a patrimony to be used wisely and protected fiercely. The land is asking a fundamental question of its people: “Why do you not claim me? Why do you not protect me?”
The land’s plea is a timeless call for responsibility. It is a reminder that indigenous peoples have a unique and profound relationship with their land, one that is not based on temporary ownership but on a permanent duty of care. This duty includes not only the use of resources but also their preservation for future generations. It is a call to stand up and assert their right to their own development, to shape their own future, and to benefit from the wealth that is rightfully theirs.
In a world of global economies and international politics, this voice is often drowned out. But for those who listen, it is an undeniable truth. The land is not an abstract concept; it is the very soil beneath their feet, the air in their lungs. It is a source of strength and identity, a constant reminder of who they are and where they come from. It is a mother, a teacher, a protector.
The message is clear and compelling. The land has created a part of the world specifically for the betterment and development of its people. It is a gift, a promise, and a legacy. Now, it is up to the people to fulfill their end of the bargain. To step forward and claim their destiny. To protect their inheritance. To ensure that the promise of the land is not lost to the winds of time, but is instead realized for all the generations yet to come. It is a conversation that must continue, a whisper that must be heard, and a destiny that must be embraced.
Read: Inner Change, Outer Care for Nature
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Abdullah Soomro, penname Abdullah Usman Morai, hailing from Moro town of Sindh, province of Pakistan, is based in Stockholm Sweden. Currently he is working as Groundwater Engineer in Stockholm Sweden. He did BE (Agriculture) from Sindh Agriculture University Tando Jam and MSc water systems technology from KTH Stockholm Sweden as well as MSc Management from Stockholm University. Beside this he also did masters in journalism and economics from Shah Abdul Latif University Khairpur Mirs, Sindh. He is author of a travelogue book named ‘Musafatoon’. His second book is in process. He writes articles from time to time. A frequent traveler, he also does podcast on YouTube with channel name: VASJE Podcast.
