" PK 602 is delayed by two hours…" announced the voice. Sitting at the Heathrow Airport, I let out a sigh. I work as a marketing agent for a company in Pakistan and my job requires extensive travelling across the globe. I am sitting in a quiet corner of the waiting lounge observing the hordes of people moving as if some meteor is going to hit our planet.

Why do I always travel by this airline? Why is this ill-organised, poorly managed PIA my first priority? What is so special about this airline? Maybe the name? What is in the name? Let me recall the names…British Airways, American Airlines, Saudi Airlines, Emirates… Ah! Nothing happened. Let's try this, Pakistan International Airlines. Oops! My heart skipped a beat. When I land on a foreign soil I prefer my plane to have a crescent and a star on it. It gives me a sense of belonging. Yes, there is a country in this world which owns me.

"Passengers of PK 602 are requested to board the plane". Walking down the aisle I am still engrossed in my thoughts. I am returning to my motherland after six months. Six long months. This time, the project I was working on was quite an exhausting one. Why don't I just settle here in England? It's peaceful here, at least…you don't have to worry about suicide bombing attacks… I start pondering over my options. These Taliban scare me. The law and order situation is completely in a shambles in my country.

"Please fasten your seat belts, the plane is about to take-off". Oh yes, I am going back. Oh my dear motherland you know what? No matter how many bombs rip you apart I will still stand by you. No matter how many bumps and jolts I have to suffer while travelling on your roads, I will still enjoy driving on them. No matter how many injustices I am subjected to, I will still have faith in you. Yes, I will prefer to be a first grade citizen of a third world country rather than a third grade citizen of a first world country. They say you are a failed state. But I believe that I am a failed citizen.

"Please fasten your seat belts, we are about to land at the Quaid-e-Azam International Airport, Karachi". Motherland! I will come back to you again and again. The whole world can disown me but you would always embrace me with open arms. It's okay if both of us keep on disappointing each other. One day we will rise from the ashes. One day we will get out of this abyss. These bad days are not forever. Every night has a morning. One day the sun will shine bright on us.