KHUNJRAB PASS FACTS AND PEOPLE OF WAZIRASTAN- EP 12 buried hate n born love- a novel

NOFIL AND LI AT 'the awesome khunjrab pass'
Khunjrab pass is a highest paved international border in the world at northern border of Pakistan and Xinjiang region of China.

khunrab pass, world's highest paved border between pakistan& china 

They read the details at one board at one side. They also saw a bus loaded with passengers crossing the border. Most interestingly the drive changed from left hand to right side as soon as bus crossed the border. A lot of tourists and families were there to visit this fundamental connection between two aspiring nations. Nofil went at one side to offer his Asar prayer and thanked almighty Allah after looking at the cheerful and pleased crowd around.

SUMMER VACATIONS CROWDED TOURISM AT KHUNJRAB PASS

‘It was very difficult to find any booking in hotels last month as bulk of people visited here. Eid Ul Fitr holidays connected with summer vacations of kids has boosted up our local tourism in last few years,’ one of the local guides told them.

Li was busy talking with Chinese security guards there.

‘Meet my friend, major Nofil. We've rode till here on our bikes from Islamabad. It was a full of thrill and adventure journey,’ Li introduced Nofil.
'Yes, adventure for Li and thrill for me as I have got special permission to take Li with me but he always got lost like a brat child,' Nofil looked at Li.

 They greeted Nofil warmly. They talked about the fast growing project of CPEC benefiting the two nations soon.

'CPEC' AND KHUNJRAB PASS

‘China will find a shorter and safer way to transport its goods to middle east and Europe and Pakistan will enjoy the development of its infrastructure along with other benefits, throughout the country,’ one of the security guards commented.  
'but this project is pricking in the eyes of our rivals badly and they are putting every attempt to deteriorate it,' major Nofil commented.
'Don't worry, when we'll jump out then it'll scare the living daylights out of us,' Li got excited. He was very happy feeling near his country.

They all were very hopeful for the prosperous future of CPEC.

I DON'T WANT TO GO BACK
 It was time to go back but Nofil saw Li stood at one side with closed eyes as he was trying to feel, inhale and keep the air with him, coming from his country.

‘If I had my passport and enough holidays, I would definitely go my home right now,’ he was getting emotional.

‘I’m telling you, I’m going to get long leave and going to meet my family,’ Li didn’t want to come back from there but off course they couldn’t stay there or long because of low oxygen. They reached at Gilgit again. It was their plan to go back to Islamabad via Babusar Pass and Narran Valley. Nofil was checking their bikes when he saw Li connecting his phone.

‘What? When? How? Why didn’t you tell me? Nofil stopped his work by listening to Li. Li’s condition was terrible after listening about Chen’s accident two days ago.

Nofil managed to return the bikes through a local man and flown back to Gawadar airport.

ANZA STOPPED TO LOOK FOR THE CRYING WOMAN SPYING AT WAZIRASTAN

That woman was crying and calling the names of her family members. Her feet were bleeding. Shama Jan was following her at distance. She couldn’t see Anza coming from another side. Suddenly that woman fell at one rock and went unconscious at a distance from Anza. Anza ran towards her when she observed a minor trembling among the rocks for few seconds.

‘What are you doing here, doctor bibi?’ Shama Jan got stunt to look Anza over there. Anza held that woman and took her to her cabin. She didn’t discuss the movement of rocks with any one but she also heard the hissing of snakes, deep down the rocks….

SOME MEMORIES OF QUAID E AZAM UNIVERSITY
‘Thank you so much, doctor. I always lock the house properly before going to work but I don't know how she manages to escape often. It’s only Shama Jan, who takes care of her and brings her back every time. I am thankful to her.’ He was Gul Jan’s youngest son Hidyatullah who was a local school teacher.
 ‘He had studied at university in Islamabad. First he worked in Peshawar on a high post, but after the death of his wife and daughter at bomb blast in mina bazaar, he came back to serve his mother and to teach children over here. This whole family had suffered a bad fate,’ Nawaz baba told Anza.

‘I’m sorry to hear about your family, your mother will be in good health soon,’ Anza came outside from Hidyatullah’s house after checking her mother.

‘I hope so,’ Hidyatullah was disappointed.

‘Don’t get disappointed. You’re a brave man. Despite so many misfortunes in your life, you kept your courage and tried to educate the young generation.’

‘Nawaz baba told me that you’re a graduate from Quaid e Azam University,’ Anza continued.

‘Umm…I had the most beautiful and memorable time of my life over there. I got mesmerized at the first sight of that prestigious institute at the foothills of Margalla hills. I was too innocent and introvert when I joined. The local students laughed at my shy attitude but they all were very helping and gracious,’ Hidyatullah’s face glittered at the name of his old institute.  Anza felt life in his eyes.

‘Yes I know besides giving the quality education, it has a very friendly atmosphere,’ Anza replied.

PAKHTUN STUDENTS AT QUAID E AZAM UNIVERSITY   ‘My class mates especially girls made fun of me when I first dressed up in jeans and shirt at one of our trip. You know my seniors put my bed outside the hostel while I was sleeping. Seriously I was in death sleep that I couldn’t know their prank till I woke up in morning. My class fellows arranged mehndi function at the back side of library, when I got engaged with Shabnam, my cousin. Our welcome party at the dazzling stream behind the university till our fair well in auditorium, each and every scene is fixed fresh in my memories even after more than 15 years have passed. If I stand and work today despite all disasters of my life, it’s just because of vision and confidence I achieved from there,’ Hidyatullah tried to sum up his memories.

‘off course, many of our youngsters from this area got admitted in top colleges and universities through out the world and performed best in their lives,’ Anza walked towards the road where Nawaz baba was waiting for him.

HOSPITALITY IS OUR TRADITION
‘You know doctor; some people say that we are rigid and rough like our mountains but I think we’re firm and generous like these. Hospitality is our tradition. We never refused anyone to feed or to stay at our home whether we know him or not. We didn’t query about ware about of strangers when they asked for help. We only couldn’t know when some miscreants took benefit of our innocence and hospitality and shattered our ancestry,’ Hidyatullah continued.

‘The sacrifices of our people will not go in vain. We are plucking out the roots of terrorism very fast now. Our next generations will live again with the bright tradition of their elders,’ Anza consoled him.
DEVELOPMENT ALL AROUND
‘I always believed this. When I see these developed markets, international standard schools and hospitals in my area, I forget my loss.’ Hidyatullah replied and put Anza’s bag inside the jeep. .... 
TO BE CONTINUED
disclaimer: all characters are fictitious here. any resemblance would be just coincidence.