I love my hometown (Waziristan), because it is the land where my Father is sleeping, where I learn to talk, to walk, to run, where I whispered the first word of love, I love its open golden wheat fields, Full of promise, fruitful fragrance of rice paddies, the grounds which are full with children's laughs, the peace of the simple life here, the houses made of mud, I love my friendly & talented people, too. I love everything belongs to my hometown where I have taken my first breath and grew up.