Birds know no borders

In the month of March, 2017 I was transferred to High School Kundian (Keran) for discharging my duties under the guidelines of 3rd zone transfer policy implemented by the then honourable director of school education, Shah Faisal. I tried my best to get rid of it either on one pretext or on the other, but as encouraged by friends I drew my application for cancellation, but with determination set out for Keran.On reaching the High School Keran I was given warm welcome by staff members and the locals, which puzzled me a lot. Many villagers frequently visited me to offer shelter without any compensation, was somewhat surprising to me. l later on came to know about their kind gesture and hospitality based on firm faith in Allah’s reward for serving strangers. Hospitality is the reflection of generosity for which these people should be praised. We were being served with heavy breakfast including home made butter, honey of reared bees and  Chapatis. From March to May they consume natural vegetables like ‘Logdoo’, ‘Kunji’ & ‘Shelie’, which when prepared properly can be relished. To my mind these people don’t lay stress on acquiring worldly possessions like we do, but their goal is only to earn livelihood in order to fulfill their basic needs.

Waterfall from steeps, thick evergreen forests, beautiful vegetation & colorful flowers, roaring streams and sweat songs of birds make visitors feel in the lap of nature. In real sense, these people live in the lap of nature.

From Kundian at about one Kilometer is a beautiful site where one completely loses himself amid enormous beauty. What a piece of land discovered at a hill top! This village consisting of about eighty houses was completely gutted in fire after its inhabitants along with  their cattle crossed the border.

Main Keran from Kundian is eight kilometres away, where I, with my colleagues, used to spend holidays in watching closely the beauty around Kishan Ganga river the Keran on the other side of the river. Comparing two sides we people here feel ashamed, because the Keran on this side is no match to the Keran on that side. Here the roads are deteriorated, electricity is for two to three hours, communication is badly suspended & schooling is very faulty. It is surprising to note how these people have been ignored. The message is clear from the other side of Kishan-Ganga where everything shines in light.

One day as per routine I visited Kishan-Ganga at Keran. I came across birds flying merrily over this river & they made me think for a while about their homeland. So, I said to one of my comrades,”Are these birds of Pakistani or of Indian origin?” Instead of answering directly he broke into laughter, and then told me that birds don’t know any boundary. I still remained watching their movements across fresh green waters of Kishan-Ganga to get aN answer to my question. I was overwhelmed by the running river, by the free birds, and then the restricted mankind. Bearing the same thing in mind I returned home.