Khamis, 13 Oktober 2016

The Forgotten Land in The Mountains

The splendour and salubriousness of the Kashmir Valley is legendary. According to poets and historians, Kashmir is more beautiful than the heaven and is the benefactor of supreme bliss and happiness. It is the best place in the Himalayas, a country where the sun shines mildly. The valley is an emarald set of pearls, a land of lakes, clear streams, green meadows, magnificent trees and mighty mountains where the air is cool, and the water sweet, where men are strong, and women vie with the soil in fruitfulness.
I was spellbounded by this spectacular mountain valley views since I was a school girl. Kashmir has become my point of destination and that one perfect chance I would one day wish to set my foot on and stood there in person to watch those natural beauty with my naked eye.
I am aware of her perplexed political history, that this majestic rich heaven is a land of unresolved dispute, occupied and left abandoned for almost seven decades. Kashmir is like a live-volcano, waiting to kaboom its hot fiery lava of discontentment and dissatisfaction, the anger and determination for freedom from the overstayed guests.
The murderous ambush upon their combative, fanatical youth leader has sparked an immediate cause of an enormous deadly uprising in the valley. It was as though a hungry revengeful lion has been awaken from its long slumber. Kashmir is now on torches of angers. She is boiling with rage of overwhelming revenge,  unstoppable and could never be cooled down unless her righteous freedom, self-determination and independence delivered to them by hook or by crook, an eye for an eye, otherwise they will battle themselves to the last drop of blood and sweat. Nothing could ever make them surrender,  it is now or never. 

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