//Life on a Line of Control village in Kashmir // I watch the sun making its way through the vast expanse of the cascading Himalayas,
The steep rolling hills around me with meadows of lush green pastures with horses grazing,
The crystal waters of the Jhelum flow across in its bounty,
On the other side lies the land of Pakistan.
I look out of my window and I see a land of idyllic beauty all around,
Alas, that's not all my land has to offer,
Atop the adjacent hill stands a high post with barbed wire around,
A soldier clad in his green and brown uniform stands behind with his rifle pointed out.
The call for Fajr prayer echoes loudly through my misty valley,
I prostrate in prayer to Allah the Almighty praying for peace and safety for my family and my valley.
As the cool morning breeze blows through my kitchen,
I begin my day's routine preparing chappatis and tea, getting our fuel ready for the long day that lay ahead of us.
I bid my only son goodbye with the traditional Islamic saying, "Fee Amaanillah",
As I kiss his forehead with tears in my eyes,
I silently pray with all my heart to Almighty Allah,
For his safe return back home at sunset.
As I stumble with sheer fear upon my beautiful garden,
Fearing that one of the many landmines that pepper our valley of mesmerizing beauty may explode,
I remember my beloved husband, our sole breadwinner and our world quite literally,
Who was killed as he stepped upon a landmine unknowingly, giving way to its brutal explosion.
My walk uphill to my farmland begins,
I brave the biting cold and blinding mist,
My quest for our survival fuelled by my invincible determination to provide for me and my son,
I cautiously walk ahead against all odds that lay in my path.
An hour later, I reach my destination.
The sight of luscious fields of crops and cows grazing greets me,
Eagerly awaiting my return to tend to them,
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