This is a photograph captured by my friend Amara Maqbool while she was I out shopping in Islamabad, Pakistan.
I loved this picture when I saw it on her instagram story and asked her to send it to me so I could share it with you.
14th August 1947 is the day Pakistan gained independence from British rule and established itself as a Muslim majority country separate from India.
The day is celebrated with zeal and zest unlike any other holiday in the year. It is the day we remember the sacrifices our countrymen have made to make this country and celebrate how far we’ve come.
This picture is a mere snippet of the enthusiasm with which every Pakistani joins in the festivities. People dress up whether they’re going out for a quick shop or to parade the streets singing nationalist songs.
As you can see, no one misses out on the fun.
These are some pictures I took from a phone while visiting Saidpur Village, a village located in Islamabad (Pakistan’s capital), last weekend.
The village predates Islamabad by centuries. There’s a Hindu shrine located in it that’s over 300 years old according to the locals. That’s more than 4 times Pakistan’s age (70 years this year).
I’ll post more pictures of this gorgeous village in a few days.
This is a picture my friend Amara Maqbool took while she was travelling. She shared it with me knowing I would enjoy it and I share it here with the same hopes 🙂
Isn’t it so beautiful how the clouds are so neatly swept to the side as though they were curtains through which you could peak to see another world beyond.
That’s the first thing that came to mind when I saw this picture in my photography album. I wanted to post it to give a slight change to the winter pictures going around. This picture, like most I take, was from a moving vehicle with I think an iPad; though I usually use a phone.
Anyway this picture was taken from the motorway while travelling from Islamabad to Faisalabad, Pakistan.
What lies in wait?
Round that corner? Across that bridge?
Is it all the people rave?
Is it more? I can’t wait
The anticipation, the adrenaline
It could be dangerous they caution
I shake my head to and fro
Secretly wishing it was so
Oh sweet utter addictingness of the unknown
You shall be seen, shall be explored
It’s what drives me, what excites me
Nothing beats the thrill
People doubt me, but I will