One year later, reconstruction and rehabilitation continues. Many are still without homes. Below is a poem my father wrote last year expressing his thoughts about the earthquake. A lot of people from around the world have sent money as well as personally going there to help. Many are still there helping. I didn't go back myself, but I feel fortunate that I am in a position to continue to help financially. Thanks to all those who have not forgotten. 
Pakistan MeiN Zalzala
BastiuN ki bastiaaN veeraan ho kay reh gaeeN
Chand lamhoN meiN qayaamat ka samaaN yooN chhaa gia
Her taraf bikhrey yooN beybas bay-karaaN insaan haiN
Aaur hazarooN apney hee ghar meiN dafan khamoshe haiN
Un-ginat masoom bachay khoon meiN luthray hooway
Un-ginat insaaN apahaj jism meiN jhakray hooway
Bhook aur pias kee shiddat saiy murjha-ey hooway
Rooh kaiy dard-o-azzeat saye yooN kumlaey hooway
Baye- saro- samaaN kharey haiN zindagee kay mor par
Mun-tazir haiN baye- basee maiN rah-matey aghyar kay
Aap kay jaz-ba-ey deeN jaz-ba-ey eesar sey
Kuchh madawa ho sakay ga zulmatey adwaar ka
Ejaz.