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On my poorly made wooden chair I sat carefully pondering in my room, staring out of my window into the shadowy abyss that was called by so many as 'India'. I had always wondered about this foreign land, what is it? Why can't we go there? Why are so many angry with them? As I am a young child, I needed to release my feelings, I needed to ask everyone I knew, everyone /who/ knew... What is India?

When I talked to my father, so strong and stern was he, "There is no such thing as India, it is Far-Eastern Pakistan my lad! It is a terrible place, full of disgusting cows and pigs in disguise!"

When I talked to my brother, so smart and calculating was he, "It's entire population is made from cows, but we cannot eat their beef, for it would contaminate us, and make us weak."

When I talked to my butcher, so strange yet good with a knife was he, "Someone tried to give me cow meat from this India place. I told them to take it back, but not before slicing their throat and serving them in my mince!! You never, ever, ever, accept cow-disgusting Indians!"

When I talked to a policeman, so brave and so willing was he, "Not worth my time talking about such a lowly place, move on please dear child."

When I talked to the millitary officer, so well-built and commanding was he, "They are our second most enemy, behind the Swedes, but in no ways a great one. For they are weak and easy. I would tell you more but to reveal such knowedgle to a child would do great harm. Only know that it will be your job in the future, to help destroy them!"

When I talked to my teacher, so smart and so wise was he, "India? Who told you of this India? As you can see in our books and our scripts, no such place exists."

When I talked to the women, so alluring and attractive are they, "We do not concern ourselves with such things, only Dio, and Dio's children. Accept Dio Brando into your heart and you will always be okay"

With this knowedgle gained I returned home and slept. I tussled in my bed, thinking about everything I had been told in my dreams, this dream was inebriating. "India does not exist" one thought floated past. "our second most enemy" was another. Suddenly they followed each other in quick succession; "made from cows" "never, ever, ever, accept cow-disgusting Indians!" "Pigs in disguise" "such a lowly place" The thoughts flew around in my head, they spun and they spun, and suddenly, the thought from not the men but the women, appeared so brightly in my mind, "Accept Dio Brando into your heart and you will always be okay." The thoughts stopped swirling and suddenly my mind was clear.

I awoke the next morning refreshed, I was no longer a young child but a man, and Dio had blessed my heart and my soul. This time I once again stared out the window; my chair no longer felt old and broken, but as if it was made from the finest wood. Every man and even the women were standing outside my home, staring with me onto the sands that were once 'India'. What was darkened was now light, and I could finally see how beautiful my country is. With everyone cheering I realised that there was never an India, there was only ever one Pakistan. For as I slept our soldiers and our god had liberated these once broken regions, and finally, for the first time in a long while, all of Pakistan was now visible to its children.

My heart filled of joy I ran outside screaming, I buried my hands into the sand and prayed, and everyone joined me. We all prayed with the sand and as we did so, I swear just as we all looked into the skies, that Dio Brando was there, smiling at us all, he winked so beautifully, as if to say, "You have done well my children, and with Pakistan as one again, we can do so many more great things."


With the love of his children in his heart, Dio Brando prepares to destroy all those who stand in Pakistan's way.