We're in Abbottabad. It's a blessing after the scorching heat back home. The mountains remain paternalistic and grand. And the trees... the trees... It's like they whisper away your sorrows to some unknown land. There's no trouble here, no reminder of the barbaric world out there. Just calmness. Until of course you step out onto the bazaar area and wonder why it's getting so crowded day by day.
Oh yes! The displaced, the troubled, the driven. Everybody seeks the answer here. Even Osama bin Laden did, didn't he? The world and its many turmoils...
Look what my FIL picked on his way home from prayers. A piece of heaven growing wild right here around us.
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