The life when he had in those days was completely not the same as the day he entered the Military Academy. Every day of thorough preparing was making him understand that the life of a fighter is not a simple one. He needs to give the greatest years of his life to the country. The flexibility of the nation relies on the quality and boldness of its troopers and he was being prepared to wind up noticeably sufficiently intense to battle and survive.
He is changed by the day he leaves the Academy. Presently he no longer thinks about how on the planet these officers get things done in such a trained way. He knows soldiering is never about only a uniform. It is about the inward change that runs with putting on the uniform and sending. In which the concentration of life movements and new standards grab hold. Starting now and into the foreseeable future he is going his life hanging in the balance once a day for the general population of the nation.
The impossible battle that now desolates the nation over and past outskirts in which religion, patriotism and psychological oppression have accepted unfathomable level of savagery has made the life of a Pakistani fighter harder than at any other time.
He needs to battle a foe who is as of now prepared to kick the bucket and conveys demise in a vest. Be that as it may, despite everything he battles and stands unfaltering in the best approach to spare all what and whom he cherishes and regards. He battles the size of the agony he experiences when holding a companion in his arm while he passes on. He gets no opportunity to grieve and believe that presumably he will bite the dust as well. Having sacked the body parts of his war amigo he feels regretful for returning bacThen he takes part in remaking of the influenced