The letter:-
“Five hundred miles ahead lies the land I was born. But I am not allowed to go there. There is a cruel barbed wire cutting the distance of five hundred miles. There are men laden with guns whose barrels shower bullets at every wire crossing. I am on the other side of the wire, striving to revisit the land that is laden with the springs of my childhood, the land I was born in, the land that is just five hundred miles away from where I strive to live now. Years have passed by, but still I couldn’t comprehend the partition of my country… partition of any country