Tanveer Bacer

Malala!  I am proud and happy for your providence Your struggle has shaken the world Making all realize that ignorance is a curse and a great sin While bullets stood mum against your bravery and, How many opportunists will get credit in your name? Though you got life by bullets But what about those oblivion innocent girls  Who, over the last 40 years, left my village? For the sake of knowledge, hoisting their scarf as flags {What they got?} Indicts of infidelity, gifts of censures, Stepped on fire of abhorrence…. But they were bearers of determination Illuminated light of knowledge even in windstorms By dint of their courage and resolve, The light of knowledge keeps spreading in my town But Why no one dared to say Those were also Malalas’ Yes, There are king makers, whoever they want to promote Otherwise who cares for TRUTH here!!!!

The sun is shining over the roof of the world Peeping through an outlet of cloud, some rays as beam of gold  In the frozen land of mind Now the hopes are born with the melting ice The ice is melting and hopes are born   Feeling the warmth of care and love, got mold Some feeble but wild violet s beneath the ice Are shooting up through the ice, like sword The fragrance and hues will spread over the vale Will shine and Hold, cold, gold, bold, The sun is shining on the roof of the world By: Nazir Ahmed Bulbul  

KASB GAH Mountain Women Quilt Center Center of contemporary and traditional quilting Protection of marginalized women Enabling Vulnerable through quilting  Introduction: Quilting is not a new activity in Gojal, Hunza.  The tradition was a community activity where women and girls were involved to make warm bedding for the chili cold winters. With the passage of time and construction of the Karakorum Highway (KKH) between Pakistan and China, the practice slowed downed. Now, most of the bedding and quilts are purchased with expending a fair sum of money. The Attabad (Hunza) Disaster, causing the blockage of KKH and Hunza River since January 4, 2010, taught the people of Gojal, Hunza, many lesson to preserve and reuse their unique traditions involving natural resources and community skills to have self-sufficient life. In 2010, 15 marginalized women (most of them IDPs, and widows) felt demand of the time to survive when most of them l...

English is the most widely used language in the history of planet. One in every seven human beings can speak it. More then half of the world’s books and three-quarters of international mail are in English. Of all languages, English has the largest vocabulary, prepares as many as two million words – and one of the noblest bodies of literature. Nonetheless, let’s face it: English is a crazy language. There is no egg in eggplant, neither pine nor apple in pineapple, and no ham in hamburger. English muffins  weren't  invented in England or French fries in France. Sweet meats are candy, while sweet breads, which  aren't  sweet, are meat.  We take English for granted. But when we explore its paradoxes, we find that quicksand can work slowly, boxing rings are square and a guinea pig is neither a pig nor guinea. And why is it that a writer writes, but finger don’t fing, grocers don’t grocer and hammer don’t ham?  Doesn't  it seem loopy that ...

Man power and business Once in a town, there lived a man who had two daughters and ten sons. One day the man went to one of his friend who was a shopkeeper in the same town. The man shade tears and shared about his plight financial situation. He added that he has ten sons but they are good for nothing and always play or tease each other. Upon that, I am getting feeble and could not earn more to support my family. On the other hand, people are making fun of me for the huge family. What shall I do? He said with grief. Had you thought about this before the birth of the children, asked the shopkeeper. The man nodded his head. The shopkeeper asked that what he posses further? ‘Nothing else, oh ya, a small piece of land’ the man replied. The shopkeeper inquired how many sons he has. Ten, replied the man. How many bread do they eat in a day asked the shopkeeper. Around thirty,’ said the man. Where all these breads go,’ again asked the shopkeeper. In the bellies,’ replied the m...

Do they really not care about us? They scold us when we fight. They beat us, when we quarrel  among st  ourselves. They punish us when we have a hand-to-hand combat. They instruct us not to fight, not to quarrel but what about when they do it themselves? There is the unspoken rule that whenever we are kids fight, we’ll get a good scolding or beating but what’s the penalty when the adults fight? The action of children can be justify as they are immature, inexperienced and basically because they are kids. Any of their pranks or fights can be forgiven, and they can be taught to be better people in the long run. But what can we say about the older lot, the parents! How can their fights, their quarrels, and their brawls be justified? They are old enough to understand, have been through so much in life, have experience and know what’s right and what’s wrong, then what justifies their behavior? Parents tell their kids not to fight but a child will never...

Gulmit  is the headquarters of the  Gojal   Tehsil , in the upper  Hunza  region of the  Gilgit  territory in the deep in the  Karakoram  Mountain Range. Gulmit is a centuries-old historic town, with  mountains , peaks and  glaciers . It is a  tourist  spot and has many hotels, shops and a museum. Its altitude is 2408m (7900 ft) above the  Arabian Sea  level. Small hamlets consist of Kamaris, Odver, Dalgiram, Laksh, Kalha, Shawaran, Khor Lakhsh, Chamangul Mangshi and Goze. Gulmit is also a Turkish or Iranian word which means the "valley of flowers". History Before 1974, when Hunza was a state, Gulmit used to be the summer capital of the state. After the abolition of the state it became the Tehsil's seat of government. The oldest intact house in Gulmit is more than six centuries old. Most of the families have migrated from Ganishcentral Hunza), Bagrot and chaprot to this wakhi place. ...