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Me..... My motherland...
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Jun 10, 2010 1:41 pm
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My Motherland's History
Hunza’s 30,000 inhabitants have been ruled by the same family for 1960 years. They long believed themselves the equals of the great powers, years. Probably because of their impregnability. A legend states that the Hunzakuts, as the people of Hunza are known, are descended from five wandering soldiers from Alexander’s army. It is true that some of the people are fair- haired with blue or green eyes. In central Hunza the people speak Burushaski, Wakhi and aboriginal language.
Hunza retained its isolated independence until the British conquered it; on the fruits of caravan raids slave trading and attacking it’s neighbors. It did not become par of Pakistan until 1974, and even now the Mir of Hunza retains much of his traditional importance. The society is co-operative rather than competitive; there is remarkably little difference in the people’s weather, each family growing enough corn, apricots and walnuts for its own use. The economy used to be entirely self-sufficient, but this is rapidly changing as the Karakoram Highway opens up the valley.
Hunza was the likely model for the Shangri-La of James Hilton’s novel ‘Lost Horizon’ where he describes it as a country of peace and contentment where the people do not ago. The myth of the longevity of the Hunzakuts probably stems from the fact that it was selected by the National Geographic magazine as the kingdom where people loved longest, free from social stress and succored by their high intake of apricots and low intake of animal fat. Fruit was, and is, the staple diet. During the summer the people used to eat nothing else; in order to conserve fuel and precious cereals cooking in the summer months was forbidden. In winter the people ate flour made from apricot kernels and drank brandy distilled from mulberries, and wines from the grapes that used to grow everywhere, smothering the poplars and roofs.
You see in Hunza a large number of old people, most of them apparently in good health, but few, if any, live to be 120. Life is as hard in Hunza as it is elsewhere in the northern areas, particularly in the early spring when the supplies of stored food are running low.
My Mother land Geography.
The Hunza is situated at an elevation of 2,438 metres (7,999 feet). For many centuries, Hunza has provided the quickest access to Swat and Gandhara for a person travelling on foot. The route was impassable to baggage animals; only human porters could get through, and then only with permission from the locals.
Hunza was easily defended as the paths were often less than half a metre (about 18") wide. The high mountain paths often crossed bare cliff faces on logs wedged into cracks in the cliff, with stones balanced on top. They were also constantly exposed to regular damage from weather and falling rocks. These were the much feared "hanging passageways" of the early Chinese histories that terrified all, including several famous Chinese Buddhist monks such as Xuanzang.
People of my motherland.
As much as the valley is famous for its beauty, the people of Hunza are noted for their friendliness and hospitality. The local languages spoken are Burushaski, Wakhi and Shina, many people understand Urdu. The literacy rate of the Hunza valley is believed to be more than 90%. Virtually every child of the new generation studies up to at least high school level. Many pursue higher studies from prestigious colleges and Universities of Pakistan and abroad.
Most of the people of Hunza are Ismaili Shia Muslims, followers of His Highness Prince Karim Aga Khan IV, while in Ganish Village more than 90% are Shia Muslims. The Hunza region is home to people of three ethnicities:
•The Lower Hunza area - (from khizerabad to Nasirabad is mainly inhabited by the Shinaki people who are Shina speakers
•The Central Hunza area - (from Murtazaabad to Ahmed Abad) is mainly inhabited by Burushaski speakers.
•The Upper Hunza area, known as Gojal - (from Shiskat to Khunjerab is mainly populated by Wakhi speakers
The majority of the people are Ismaili Shia Muslims who are followers of the Aga Khan. The present Aga Khan IV has provided a lot of funding for the area to help with agriculture and the local economy through the Aga Khan Development Network.
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WISHES.......
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Jun 10, 2010 7:35 am
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My eyes have finally learned not to weep for you
My arms know there's no need to reach for you
But as long as my heart tells my mind what to do
How can I tell my dreams not to sleep with you?
Busy days I find ways to keep you off my mind
Still you know you come and go about a thousand times
When the day slowly fades into midnight's deepest blue
I'll close my eyes and realize my dreams will sleep with you.
Though I may lie wide awake I still dream of you
For I won't try to fight the night no matter what I do
Is a dream the only thing I live for lookin' forward to
How can I tell my dreams not to sleep with you?
Yes these broken words from my heart and soul.......
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WIsh......Dream........
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Jun 9, 2010 8:38 am
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When love first comes and all seems right;
It’s beyond our reason that we two can fight.
Yet fights will come, and anger might thrive,
So let’s try to be sure that our love will survive.
Let’s make our plans with similar goals,
So our wants and desires won’t hit hidden shoals
That set us crashing when things get hard,
So our love can stay strong even when it gets jarred.
For if love can stay strong when it’s tested by fire,
Then we'd share a future that most would admire,
A future where partners would strive side by side,
A future where love would always abide.
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We again my love!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Jun 8, 2010 8:03 am
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Breathless kisses
Burning touches
Soft-spoken words of love
Urgently spoken words of passion.
A man and a woman
One complete love
Since time began
Predestined to be as one.
We've been together before
In other lifetimes
We've fought dragons
And have been torn from each others arms
Yet our love prevailed.
We've walked on this earth many times together
Perhaps for a moment
Perhaps for years
But our heart is one heart
And we were meant to be.
So when our time on earth
Once again comes to a close
Have no worries my dear
For we will find each other again
And again
And again.
For our love is ageless
Eternal
A love for all time.
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We......really......can????
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Jun 6, 2010 7:24 pm
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When we're apart...
I miss the twinkle in your eyes,
the smile welcoming me into your arms,
the softness of your voice as you whisper, "I love You,"
tenderness of your hands as you stroke my face,
hearing your heart pound as you embrace me.
When we're apart...
I long to be held in your arms,
feel the warmness of your lips on my neck,
miss your sincere laughter and joy,
wish for you were home to talk with me,
listen for your whistle as you come through the door.
When we're apart...
I miss the other part of me,
feel alone and separated for an eternity,
want to feel your breath upon my back,
your arms cuddling me through the night,
When we're apart...I miss you...wonder if you miss me.
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Why you far away
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Jun 6, 2010 1:27 am
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Dear Love,
My days and especially my nights
are so empty without you!
Waking up to the softness of your skin against mine,
your hair gently brushing my cheek.
I can feel you breathing as if
you were a part of my own body.
Looking at you as you dream.
Gently "waking" you to the soft
caresses of my hands. Your body
yielding to me. I hope you come
and see me soon. I can't stand
another minute without you...
I miss you so much! 
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LOVE
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Jun 1, 2010 10:32 am
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You came into my life so quick,
A gorgeous pleasant surprise,
I hoped you wouldn't give me the flick,
Then, a beautiful friendship did arise.
Our bond was so very strong,
It couldn't help but turn into love,
We wondered if going further was wrong,
But we fit each other like a glove.
It feels so right to be so near,
To feel like we are but one,
Sometimes our love is worth a tear,
Those tears of joy, I'm sure there are more to come
It really is love, my baby,
The longing for one anothers lips,
You are my beautiful young lady,
I know it as we dance with my hands upon your hips.
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