Travel with Tanzeela K. Hassan

ABBOTTABAD HERE WE COME- Karachi to Khunjereb Pass. Islamabad 15th july; "We will be reaching Islamabad in ten minutes" the bus hostess announced when it was almost midday. Suddenly the bus was filled with more life than before. "I can't find my shoes," echoed from each corner. Our rented coaster was waiting at the bus stop. We were extremely tired, but we had no more than half an hour to change our bus, charge our mobiles, and freshen up to start the next phase. We had to reach Naran that day so we could find a lovely place to stay there. This decision was made, after a long discussion, as most of us were of the thought that we can't travel from Karachi to Naran in one go, that is without stopping for a night. But we also did not want to waste any time for mere resting, so we decided to go straight to Naran and rest there. "I can't take it any more, my back is killing me," I told my husband. I attempted to rub my back as we settled in t

FROM WHERE WE BEGIN - Karachi to Khunjereb Pass. KARACHI- 14th~JULY ; “Hurry up. Everyone, put your luggage here, and take your handbags with you. Go get settled down at the back of the bus,” said my older brother Bhaiya. “l wanna take my bag with me, Mama.” called Hadia from down below, in her own language only I  can understand. Her cute eyes scanned the bus just like a four-year-old would do. I had traveled across Pakistan many times before. This trip was different as it was my first time travelling with all four of my kids, my loving husband, my three sisters, two brothers, and their families. All in all there were twenty-five of us: eleven were elders, four were teenagers, and the rest were kids ranging from twelve to two. Every single kid was excited, and so was I! though I am over thirty, my excitement was not less than any kid there. We settled down in the bus. Happy as half of the bus was occupied by us. Our plan was to travel from Karachi to Islamabad in a public bus an