Life in Gilgit Baltistan (1/2)
You all are well aware of the fact that how much pissed off I was. The dirt, unbearable hot weather and the running traffic of Karachi put me in a consistent state of mental trauma.
But finally I am back to my home town- Gilgit Baltistan. The cool breezes, ear soothing sound of rushing water and the heart warming landscape is everything I could ask for. Life here is still as simple as I left it years ago. People here still prioritize their relationships over materialistic world. They still don't know how to make huge money but they do know how to stay happy with the little they earn. They are hardworking and independent, and they invest their blood and sweat in everything they do. They will help you with all their heart and will never expect anything in return. Being good to others is a part of their ever flourishing legacy.
Just today I woke up to alot of faces from my neighborhood at my home. Upon meeting them I got to know that while mom was away from home for the last two months, all the work piled up in her absence and now they were here to help my mom. Amazing thing is that my mom didn't even call them but they themselves came there to help her. This is what I love about my home town the selflessness, infinite love and affection.
This put me in confusion either blood Relations are more stronger or the humanistic relations? Well! My observations would ofcourse tell me that Relations by heart are more powerful.
One thing that I don't like about the life here is that they never spend on their luxuries or they doesn't even know how to spend a luxurious life. All they do is to ensure a good survival. Working day and night in fields in extreme weathers and still they won't complain to God about anything.
You know what does luxury mean to them? To grow as many plants and vegetables as they can. To water trees. To feed more animals. To get maximum fruits from their own trees. To spend on making the land fertile.
This all takes alot of effort yet they will smile and will proudly call it their luxury. They are all heroes and veterans of creative suffering and I am proud to be born among them.