In this essay I’m going to talk about my trip to the China’s border about five years ago with my friends. So, we departed from Lahore at midnight and reached Islamabad next morning. In Islamabad we enjoyed a delighted breakfast then we departed towards Abbotabad via Muree and Nathia Gali, we enjoyed the most famous dish of NathiaGali that is fried Chilli Chicken and the unforgetable and most adventurous moment was Patriata Chair Lift then we headed towards Abotabad which is famous for its weather and ChapliKabab. After some refreshment we headed towards Naran valley, we enjoyed the ride on silk route and captured very beautiful scenes of nature, while we were on the way to Naran and the first beautiful scene was the view of river Kunhar from the sky touching mountains of Balakot.
Kiwai was a beautiful place to enjoy in cascades of cold water covered with pure white snow, it was a pleasant weather with cold breeze blowing. There we enjoyed tasteful tea with Pakoray and Boilled eggs fried in special sauce. The people of Kiwai were very good in their hospitality and their nature was very inspiring. There we met our Pukhtoon friends they were engineers in a Chinese firm CGGC. They showed really appreciable generosity and warm reception, then we were out with them towards a beautiful point Shogran. There we had a beautiful view of Siri Paye and we enjoyed a jungle track with those friends and danced with them. The road towards Shogran and Siri Paye was very dangerous but we forgot that dangerous track when we reached on the beautiful point of Siri Paye, Siri is the place where we saw a pond, but according to our perception, it was not that much pleasant what we imagined but Paye was very beautiful place it is a mountain covered with beautiful greenery and blooming flowers, there was a cold breeze blowing there.
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Now we headed back towards Shogran to continue our journey onwards to Kaghan and Naran. The best view in Naran was the beautiful white glaciers which were shining by the light of Sun rising from the chest of mountains, the entry towards Naran was also covered by inches of snow and the entry in Naran city was closed due to those Glaciers so we parked our car before the entry and crossed that glacier while walking. We had a delicious dinner and planned to have a night stay at Naran. The night stay at Naran was very pleasant and the weather there was very reliable, next morning we were hired a guide and a jeep for track of lake Saif ul Mulook. It was very beautiful place and the guide we hired told us the story of lake.
Then we started to hike towards Ansu lake, it is shaped naturally as a falling tear from eye. Now we headed towards the China’s border and we stopped on a highest point of Hilly area Babusar Top. We took pictures there and these hills were totally covered with white snow and it was difficult to breathe there due to the height of that mountain and it was extremely cold breeze blowing there, after enjoying few moments we moved towards Chilas.
We heared that Chilas is an apparition town nowadays, its occupants scared by the killings of the universal hikers (and one Pakistani guide who had a Shia name), who were exploring the great outdoors at Nanga Parbat's Diamer Face base camp at right around 4,200 meters above ocean level. That implied the aggressors needed to move up very nearly 18 hours and should have been gifted climbers – that shows that they were no customary Taliban from the fields or even the inborn zones (the Tehreek-e-Taliban representative has guaranteed that the attack was completed by its sub gathering, Jund-ul Hifsa). They must be local people who knew about the high mountain landscape and could move up to those statures without experiencing elevation ailment. To be sure the Chief Secretary of the zone has guaranteed that the fear-based oppressors have a place with prohibited associations with 10 from Diamer, three from Kohistan and two from Manshera. Both the police boss and Chief Secretary state the Diamer jirga has helped them distinguish the blamed, who are presently concealing some place in the valley. They didn't discount the likelihood of a similar gathering's association in a year ago assaults focusing on Shia travelers in Lulusar and Kohistan.
Chilas is obviously the capital of Diamer District and is a community situated on the left bank of the Indus River. The Karakoram Highway (KKH) goes directly through it and there is a PTDC motel for voyagers going onwards to Gilgit and Skardu. For us, it has dependably been a frightening spot where ladies are no place to be seen and unshaven men convey firearms and gaze at you with threatening vibe – I generally abstain from halting there while passing by street to Gilgit or Hunza from Islamabad on the KKH. Last April, a crazed horde in Chilas town wound up lynching 9 Shia transport travelers going on the KKH. Individuals from Chilas are internal looking and Wahabi-impacted – not in any manner dynamic and tolerant like the overwhelmingly Ismaili/Shia populace of Gilgit, Hunza and Skardu. The transcending mountains that ring Chilas are set apart with gigantic SSP (Sipah-I-Sahaba) signs (in spite of the fact that the association is presently prohibited in Pakistan), and the fundamental bazaar is named Muawiya Chowk. For a long time, the townspeople of Chilas have kept the administration from structure a bigger air terminal with a more extended runway on their generally level land (which would make it such a great amount of simpler for voyagers going to Gilgit and Hunza), because of a paranoid fear of a convergence of untouchables to their territory. The minor air terminal at Chilas is as of now shut for household flights and the town must be come to through the KKH and furthermore from the Kaghan valley ignoring the Babusar Pass.
The guide with us who was a Shia resident from Bagrote Valley close Gilgit, guaranteed us it was a protected course – and would spare us very nearly 2 hours in voyaging time. In addition, he revealed to us it would be a drive we would dependably recollect. His words demonstrated prophetic undoubtedly, for the day after we achieved Islamabad, 19 Shia travelers were hauled out from three transports on a similar course, and shot dead at around 7 am – a similar time we were going to cross Babusar Pass 24 hours sooner. What ought to have been an astonishing memory is everlastingly polluted by the possibility of those honest men executed for simply having an alternate arrangement of religious convictions.
I obviously recall seeing locals in little traveler transports traverse the Babusar Top promptly in the first part of the day. A large portion of them were half sleeping as they got jarred around on the uneven street. They were mountain men who worked in Rawalpindi or Islamabad in homes and workplaces and were going to their towns in Gilgit and Astore for the Eid occasions. In the wake of going through the night in Naran, they more likely than not set out for Babusar Top in guards of a few transports in the early morning. Unexpectedly, they had picked this course not on the grounds that it is increasingly grand, but since they figured it would be more secure. All things considered, on February 28 a year ago, around 20 Shias were hauled out of transports at a spot called Harban Nala in Kohistan, while going on the KKH in transit to Gilgit, and murdered. After this occurrence, the transporters started occupying their traveler vehicles from the KKH to the Babusar street as they felt this course was progressively secure (bypassing both Kohistan and Chilas town). The Mansehra-Naran-Babusar street is open amid the summers and for the most part shut in winters because of overwhelming snowfall. The transports we experienced out and about were altogether determined in guards to be careful. Indeed, even the transports we had seen before on the KKH before coming to Chilas were going in caravans escorted by equipped Rangers.
However, by one way or another, we had felt safe all alone, quieted by the skill and loquacity of our driver who brightly called attention to all tourist spots and sights in transit. “Here on the left is the Nanga Parbat Mountain – see that limited street? It prompts Astore”, he had called attention to as we headed towards Raikot Bridge, which prompts Fairy Meadows and base camp Nanga Parbat.
Just before Chilas town we took the soil street up to the Babusar Pass. Our cell phones before long quit functioning as we wound up to the pass on the harsh street. There were a couple of dispersed towns with little kids in clothes playing on the roadside. This was not normal for the remainder of Gilgit-Baltistan, where younger students are typically found in keen school outfits, frequently strolling out and about with their travel bags loaded with books. We were still on the Chilas side of the mountain pass and I was feeling on edge in light of the fact that the few adults we saw out and about did not look all around cordial – they were climate beaten shepherds, and some were conveying firearms.
A couple guards of little transports passed us from the contrary side, and after that we were separated from everyone else out and about as our jeep relentlessly advanced up the lofty slope. The Babusar Pass is a desolate, wind-cleared peak without any settlements in sight. I halted at a little station situated close to the top to pick the exquisite purple blooms developing on the slants. The main thing that the security faculty at check posts were worried about was the nearness of outsiders. “Is there an outsider in the vehicle?”, - is the inquiry we were posed over and again at all the check posts in the territory. Since the Raymond Davis fiasco, the military and the administration are getting serious about the movement of westerners in the nation, and Gilgit-Baltistan and Chitral are viewed as very touchy zones. Truth be told, outsiders are never again permitted to venture out to numerous spots in the north without NOCs from the legislature. How abnormal that we are so worried about the development of outsiders however look the other way when furnished aggressors uninhibitedly wander our remote mountain regions conveying firearms. As we plummeted into the Kaghan Valley, the waterway nearby the street abruptly streamed into a huge blue-green lake, the waters of which were so clear they reflected the mountains transcending above. We had landed at Lulusar Lake and halted to take pictures and wonder about the view.
Observers to the Lulusar murders state that the assailants were for the most part local people wearing military regalia and they were exposed, much the same as the executioners on Nanga Parbat. The Tehreek-e-Taliban Pakistan likewise asserted duty regarding the Lulusar assault. The executioners were never conveyed to equity and it appears to be impossible that the enemies of Nanga Parbat will be gotten too, regardless of all the open shock. This is the thing that one of the overcomers of the Nanga Parbat assault, a Polish mountain dweller who had fortunately move higher and along these lines was not at base camp the evening of the killings, needed to state: “Everyone who intends to ascend a mountain in Pakistan should reconsider their arrangements, in light of the fact that the Taliban authoritatively educated that visitors will be focused in further assaults. It ought to likewise be noticed that it is a finished change in their fear-based oppressor exercises, in light of the fact that so far no assault was done against outside sightseers. Indictment of the killers is troublesome, on the grounds that the present Pakistani government is thoughtful to the Taliban”.
In the event that the killers of the Shias had been gotten and condemned a year ago, maybe those mountain dwellers would have still been alive today. It is time that our media and common society turned out to be increasingly vocal about the killings that are being 'permitted' in a standout amongst the most lovely and serene mountain territories of our nation – when a magnet for vacationers and experience searchers, presently a separated district loaded with resentment and dread.
All in all, my trip to the China’s border was wonderful and memorable, despite some mishaps that occurred during it.
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