Dear Pakistanis: Your Country is a Failed State Surviving on Begging, Bombs, and Borrowed Pride
Dear Pakistanis,
It’s time someone told you the truth without the sugarcoating, without the propaganda, and certainly without the delusions your army and politicians feed you daily like expired rations. You live in a failed state. Not struggling. Not developing. Not rising. A failed state. Your country survives—barely—on foreign donations, military aid, and religious hallucinations. While the rest of the world moves forward building economies, technologies, and futures, your leaders are busy collecting alms like mendicants at a global shrine, each begging bowl shinier than the last.
You’ve been reduced to a country that negotiates survival on the basis of who’ll sponsor your next meal, your next military purchase, your next round of propaganda. And what do you give in return? Terror, instability, and drama. A rent-a-nation for the highest bidder.
Your Economy is a Joke, and the World is Laughing
Your economy is not collapsing. That implies movement. Yours has flatlined. Your foreign exchange reserves hover in the pathetic single digits of billions—barely enough to pay for three weeks of imports. Inflation eats your salaries before you can get to the market. Petrol prices dance like they’re mocking your misery. Electricity? That’s a seasonal miracle. Your GDP is so fragile it needs oxygen just to register growth.
And what is your leadership’s solution? Print more money. Run to the IMF. Blame India. Blame Israel. Blame the US. Blame the Jews. Blame everyone but your own grotesque incompetence. You can’t even fund your Hajj pilgrims without external aid. You’re the only country in the world whose budget is an annual request letter to foreign donors.
Your Elites Have Sold You Out—And Live Like Kings in London
Your pain is real, but your rulers feel nothing. Because they’re not there. While you queue for a sack of wheat, your Army Generals and Ministers sip champagne in Knightsbridge and Belgravia. Their kids drive Lamborghinis in Dubai while your kids learn to make do without books in candle-lit classrooms. Your rulers own properties abroad, companies abroad, futures abroad—because they know this country has none.
Your Defence Housing Authorities are not housing the poor, but profiting the powerful. Your civilian government is a joke, and the punchline is always on the common man. When was the last time a Pakistani politician had his child study in Lahore University or Karachi University? Never. Because even they know the system is unfit for human dignity.
Your Army Is Just a Mercenary Gang For Hire
Let’s stop pretending that your military is some noble guardian of the nation. Your army is a glorified gang of hired guns that serves whoever pays the most. The Americans rented you during the War on Terror. You opened your soil to CIA drones, your skies to B-52s, and your bases to foreign troops. In return, you got dollars—blood money. You played both sides: took the money and sheltered the terrorists. That’s not strategy. That’s prostitution dressed as patriotism.
Then came China. Oh, how quickly your loyalty shifted. Now it’s not dollars but yuan. You handed over Gwadar, you let them militarize Gilgit-Baltistan, and you let their boots trample your sovereignty under the golden banner of One Belt One Road. You thought it was investment. It was an acquisition.
What has your military actually built on its own? Nothing. Not a tank, not a plane, not even the rifles your soldiers carry. Your pride is imported. And your loyalty? Auctioned to the highest bidder. That’s not a defence force. That’s a national disgrace.
Your Defence Is a Charity Drive—You Don’t Buy, You Beg
Tell us, when was the last time Pakistan actually purchased a strategic defence system?
- The F-16s you boast about? Donated or subsidized by the US.
- The JF-17s? Chinese castoffs wrapped in a made-in-Pakistan sticker.
- HQ-9 missile systems? Gifts from Beijing.
- Type-54 frigates? Chinese again.
- PL-15 missiles? Also Chinese.
Even your nuclear program—your “Islamic bomb”—is stolen tech and Saudi-funded. And somehow you wear that as a badge of pride? You’re like a man showing off a tuxedo he found in a dumpster and pretending to be royalty. The world knows your defence inventory is just a warehouse of freebies and hand-me-downs.
Meanwhile, India buys Rafales, manufactures BrahMos, builds its own satellites, and now exports defence equipment globally. You, on the other hand, build press conferences and fake victory tweets.
The World Doesn’t Respect You—It Fears You Like a Bomb With a Loose Wire
Look at how the world sees you. Travel advisories, no-fly warnings, and visa rejections. Your passport is in the bottom 10 of the world—below Haiti and Sudan. International airports treat your citizens like suspects, not travelers. Every Pakistani abroad has felt the humiliation of being pulled aside, frisked, interrogated. And you know what’s worse? Many pretend to be Indian just to get through with dignity.
What jobs do most Pakistanis get abroad? Plumbing, sanitation, security guard shifts. And yet your television anchors shout about nuclear supremacy as if yelling louder will change your reality. You’re not feared for your strength. You’re avoided for your instability.
India Builds, You Burn
Let’s contrast the picture, since you seem obsessed with comparisons.
India is now the fourth largest economy in the world. We manufacture our own weapons, we’ve built our own fifth-generation fighters, and our defence exports are booming. We launch satellites to the Moon and Mars while you can’t keep your streetlights on. Our scientists, engineers, and doctors are shaping the future—from Silicon Valley to ISRO. Our CEOs run companies like Google, Microsoft, IBM, Adobe, and now even Starbucks. What about yours? The last Pakistani to make international headlines was a terrorist with a bounty on his head.
You chant “hum kisi se kam nahi” while your nation struggles to keep its lights on during a cricket match. Your leadership gives you fantasies about Kashmir while ignoring Karachi rotting under garbage and open sewers.
Even your pride is secondhand. There are countless reports of Pakistanis abroad claiming to be Indian just to be treated with dignity. That should tell you everything about where your global reputation stands.
You Call A Few Airspace Violations and Drone Swarms a Victory? That’s Your War Doctrine?
You cheered when you shot down an Indian jet. That’s your war trophy? Meanwhile, your own multiple jets were blown out of the sky, your air defence radars jammed, your airbases exposed, and your entire military put on its knees in less than 48 hours. India didn’t just retaliate. It humiliated you, surgically, methodically, and publicly.
We eliminated over 100 terrorists, flattened eleven airbases & reached the threshold of your nuclear assets, and you were forced to call the OIC, beg the UN, and thank the US and China for “saving” you. Saving you from what? From complete annihilation. You were at the edge, staring into the abyss, and your PM chose to fold his hands and issue a gratitude statement. That’s your victory?
You’re being fed a fantasy by your army and politicians—a false sense of triumph to keep you in denial. And you’re gobbling it up like subsidized wheat.
Your Own Minister Confessed to Being a Terror Pimp
The world didn’t need to be convinced that Pakistan sponsors terrorism. Your own Minister did the honors. In an international interview, your Minister accepted—on record—that Pakistan gave shelter to terrorists to do the West’s dirty work.
And when India conducted precision strikes on terror camps in PoJK, your army didn’t deny it. They attended the funerals of UN-designated terrorists with full military honors. Your generals shed crocodile tears and begged their soldiers with “Allah ka Vaasta” to fight—a pitiful sight of religious blackmail from a man who has no national pride left to inspire with.
When the top brass pleads with religion and not reason, it’s a sign that even your army knows they’ve sold the soul of the nation.
The Madarsa of Denial Is Collapsing
Let’s not pretend this is India’s frustration. It isn’t. We lose a jet, we build ten more. We lose soldiers, we avenge them tenfold. We lose money, we generate it back. Because we are not waiting for the next IMF loan to breathe. We’re not a country stitched together by aid and held up by lies.
But you are.
Your nation is not just poor—it is intellectually bankrupt, morally hollow, and strategically irrelevant. A glorified madarsa-state, where weekly sermons replace policy, and martyrdom is offered as an escape from misery. Your politicians sell you fantasies while they buy mansions abroad. Your generals prepare press conferences while your children prepare to starve. And your media feeds you hallucinations of grandeur while your neighbors march ahead in science, economy, and diplomacy.
You think India is obsessed with you. No. We’re not. You’re not even worth our obsession. You’re worth our pity—and our caution. Because a starving madman with a grenade is still dangerous, even if he has no aim.
Wake up.
The US used you and discarded you. NATO exploited you and moved on. China is draining you and preparing to own you. You are past your prime. You are not the bride of the Islamic world anymore. You’re a cheap whore who sold herself for borrowed missiles and IMF bailouts, and now the world is done with you. They’ve squeezed you dry. Now they’re just waiting for your death to harvest what little remains of value—your ports, your minerals, your land.
So go ahead, wave your little green flag, chant your empty slogans, and celebrate fake victories. But remember—when the funeral comes, and the world doesn’t show up, don’t say you weren’t warned.
Because the world has moved on.
And you, dear Pakistanis, are still stuck in 1947.
