Discussion on Rights of Migrants in Pakistan

Your state allowed me

to go to school.

Alongside that, I studied English and computers in Pakistan.

My parents

had clothes on their—on their bodies,

and they received good food three times a day.

Your state gave me these rights,

as a refugee.

When a state gives a refugee so many rights, your state becomes good.

I ask you this question, you, you, you, you young people of Peshawar and Quetta, this

question.

When the state of Pakistan gives a refugee so many rights.

But your state gave you Peshawaris more rights than it gave me.

Right? Your state even gave you a government job, and your roads are built,

you have electricity too, brother, you can go to college, you have everything.

Meaning, when I was given these rights as a refugee—

Aren't you ashamed to speak against your own state?

These young people, booing, booing.

This, this, this, this, this, this is a very unique question.

If you had the Taliban under an oppressive government, what would you do?

Look, it is your state, I swear to God, it has given you everything.

You are very arrogant people.

What hardship has God put you through, when the state now gives you schools?

What has it not given you? Right? In Pakistan,

with a Pakistani passport, you can go anywhere. With an Afghan passport, even in Afghanistan,

no one recognizes you.

What happened?

Now, this Pakistani passport in your pocket, and this state has given you everything

in Peshawar and Quetta.

You have an identity in the world. Whether in Saudi Arabia, Dubai, London,

or anywhere else, you see Pakistani students, you see them at universities. The state has given you

these rights.

Why are you, a Pashtun from southern Pashtunkhwa, so dishonorable that you stand against your state?

خلاف درېږی.

But your state tells you that these are terrorists in the tribal areas, that they will not let you live,

nor will they let me live.

You say these terrorists are right. I don't see these terrorists as right either.

These, these, these terrorists sent them to me.

These terrorists

This state

says there are terrorists in the tribal areas. Why are these terrorists in my country now?

Look at my life. Would you like this life for yourself?

Would you like this life for yourself? Then it becomes clear that your state is right.

Your state is right. Pashtuns of Lower Pakhtunkhwa, don't make a fuss

for yourselves.

Don't make a fuss for yourselves. This is your well-developed university, don't ruin it with

this

destruction. Just don't ruin it over this.

Listen, people of Lower Pakhtunkhwa. Respect your own state.

Do so. We did not respect our democracy

and were deeply disgraced.

We were disgraced in the world. We have no place anywhere.

No one recognizes us, even with a passport.

I swear to God, Kabul is better.

We don't even have passports, a state, an embassy, or a consulate, in

Nowadays, in a country, why did we do this, that we Afghans did not respect our

state

We did not respect it.

You've dragged your state along like a dog, kicking it little by little.

Then it gives you pleasure when you go to America, Europe, some country

and stand there, you're a Pashtun, and ask, “Where is Afghanistan's embassy?” and they

say, “Whether it's for leisure, whether it's

necessary.

Or if you're taking an international flight to your own country, they tell you

that there is no flight

available.

Every day, a new ban is imposed on my country.

Whose doing is it? This mullah's doing.

And now, you Pashtun from Lower Pashtunkhwa,

you hammer this nail into your own soil, you can't live there now, they tell you, say, “Isn't the state

better for me than the mullah?” I swear, if this mullah is good for you, brother, that state

that

Punjabi is better for you.

God has ruined us, God has made us illiterate, I swear to God, their beds are sweet with hope

When we Pashtunkhwa youth go to him, this mullah's friend

Wow. We have nothing now. I was a pilot, now I’m not.

I was a doctor, now I’m not.

I had a girls’ beauty parlor, now they won’t let me run it.

If a young man and a beautiful girl want to marry of their own free will,

and he takes his wife to a beauty parlor,

they won’t allow it now, brother.

Another thing, young people have no work. When a young man reaches 20 or 25,

all he has in his heart is that he should marry a girl.

When I approach a young man in Afghanistan, I ask why he has not married at his age.

Marriage? I have a gun strapped to my waist, my queen.

Fine, who will the girl be left to? An idiot like Mubin,

so she can become Mubin’s fourth wife. There’s no school, no university.

What other hope is left for that girl? Tell me.

Tell me what hope there is for Afghanistan’s future, when there is no university,

no school, no job for her. What hope could she have, young man?

A 25-year-old man flees to Iran. He flees his country for five days.

I earn bread for my children. My wife was killed by a bullet.

You understand what I am telling you.

Thank you, thank you.

These are matters of the heart.

Ah, my hands and shoulders speak as one.

I assure you that your feelings and

emotions, and the sincerity and truth in them

are evident.

In this day and age,

it is very, um, what do you call it, successful.

Many people are not like that. Many people

cannot speak boldly, strongly, and plainly.

It seems full of compromises and politics—

Doctor Sahib! I tell the young people of Southern Pashtunkhwa about their

homeland’s

flag, the beauty of carrying it in their hands

and putting it in the chat,

putting it here, and giving thanks for it,

that your state has given you so much freedom.

They cannot send you back to your homeland.

What problems do you have anywhere in Pakistan or in your surroundings?

Don’t you have jobs?

At least in Peshawar or Karachi, if you stand, selling oranges to people,

by evening, you can earn one or two thousand Pakistani rupees.

So if I were in Afghanistan,

one thousand rupees can be earned,

but two hundred afghanis cannot be earned, brother.

Go to Kabul.

I swear to you, the Pashtuns from Pashtunkhwa who have come to Kabul are Afghans.

I swear, they cry, saying, "We're going back to Pakistan." I'll show you in the video.

And you keep bringing up Shamshato to me a lot, but there is no chance here.

Food cannot be found.

In Shamshato, there used to be enough for one meal.

They cannot find it there for themselves, brother. What kind?

No one tells you these things. Who tells you those things

that the state did this, the state did that?

The state tells you, "Brother, this is a terrorist."

They link me to terrorists, as if I even hang out with them.

Oh, your leaders understand the language of those terrorists very well.

Whenever they sell a donkey to one person, a cow to another, they even build a country from it.

They do it very well.

By God, what intelligence you have, and how cleverly your army works, right?

Right?

Like these terrorist groups, they sell them to one person, then turn around and sell them to someone else.

Then they take money for them, build their country with it, then give you jobs.

And it is Pakistanis who do the work, they have merely kept you fed.

Pakistanis have merely built roads for you.

Thank you, thank you.

Let me say one more thing. I used to tell my fellow Afghans this.

I told them, look, if we served America—

کوله.

Pashtuns, I built schools for you. I built roads for you.

I showed you the internet, chairs, tables, and seats.

I went to the valley.

I went to the valley.

I served America for 20 years, and this is what I showed you.

Fine, if the Taliban served and brought it, then bravo.

If the mullah served and brought it, I served too, what did I accomplish?

Even in servitude, one must not become a stranger. I tell the young people of Pashtunkhwa in the streets that

Your army is everyone's slave. I don't give a fuck.

They've given you a good life, they've given you a good life.

Then you should support your government.

Otherwise, you'll be homeless like us. I swear to God, you'll be

homeless. Brother Yusuf, please, see for yourself— not just mine.

Look, neither my Pashtun has any honor now, his feet in the dust, nor my Tajik, nor

my Uzbek, nor my Hazara.

The Baloch, too, will be dishonored tomorrow, the Punjabi, too, will be dishonored, and

the Sindhi, too, will be dishonored. All Pashtuns will be dishonored, their feet in the dust, if you

didn't have this government.

If you didn't have this government, I swear to God, this is what would happen.