Huma says:

"But when I breathe the sea-breeze tinted Karachi air, and stare at the stars, I realize how lucky I am to have a nationality, a name, that defines me. I'm Pakistani, yes, the land of dictators and terrorists, but I'm Pakistani, the land where peacocks come every morning to dance, where the lights blink on-off-on, so rythymic, hypnotic, where a stranger will take care of a family of cats because he has no family in the city."

I know the feeling. I keep trying to explain to people why I'm so proud of being who I am, represive-regime and all, but no one really seems to get it. Despite all her problems and short-comings, I would never be willing to leave this country. Eventually, I hope to be able to repay her for all that she has provided me.