I like to see deserted ruins and old buildings. I am interested in touring the relics of extinct civilizations. Moin Jo Daroo pulls me. But I don't know why Harappa never impressed me so much that I went to see it. But then when the enthusiastic travelers came out to absorb Hari Yupia, I also went to Harappa doing "Huri Pa Huri Pa". Why? There is a number of reasons for this. First of all, the love of Brother Zeeshan Rashid and this was his program. The second reason was that those friends with whom we had not traveled before, let's travel with them and learn something new. What is it that travel teaches man so much? The third and most important reason was Harappa itself. He wanted to go there and ask Harappa: Please tell, what's the story of the big puppies ..... Why don't you call us? Passed by you many times but you did not stop, why?
He left Gujarat in the afternoon and reached Hassan Askari's office in Gujranwala. This was the first meeting and formal introduction with Hassan Sahib. But such a hospitable and playful personality that it never felt like we were meeting for the first time. Well, when all the people had gathered at Hassan Sahib's office, then from there a coaster, eighteen enthusiastic travelers, and five kilos of peanuts took Harappa and started the journey. This peanut helped us to the end. Even when he returned home, it was found in his pockets. It was a very blessed peanut and surprisingly, despite being so delicious, it proved to be a blessing. Khair went to GT Road and then from Kalashah Kaku on the motorway to Chichawatni and from there to the village of archaeologist Abdul Ghaffar Sahib. Because there were accommodation and food for the night. On the way, a chilly but intoxicating evening came and I missed you ... It was night when we reached the destination and as soon as we reached there we got a little refreshed and the bonfire was lit. Let there be a foggy night in my beautiful Punjab, let the moon and the fog scatter every hundred romances, let the bonfires burn, let the sounds of light music collide and the fires burn, eat dried fruit, tea and gossip go away, its Taste, you know what, Chuni Babu ... Long live Punjab, live forever, my villages ...
The enthusiastic travelers introduced themselves and described their tourist activities. Someone like Miss Urooj had trekked to the "Concordian" ie Concordia / K2 base camp, then someone like Zeeshan Rasheed Baradar who landed on the high mountains. Someone like Abbas Mirza is a master scientist, someone is a photographer like Rizwan Bukhari. Along with gold, there were also deep personalities like jurist Hassan Askari and Abu Dharr Sahib. Adnan, Numan's strength two, that is, two dear people like Numan, Fakhr, and Tayyab were also sitting. Hafiz Hassan was also a cute but naughty child. On the one hand an expert historian like Dr. Muhammad Kashif Ali and on the other hand archaeologist Abdul Ghaffar Sahib. And the poor spectator among them all. Which has no introduction or education. Come and eat some work done for Urdu, a couple of small and light tourism. In that case, what would we introduce? That is why he said clearly, “Brother! Our introduction is that we have no introduction.
The party continued until late at night. The fire kept burning. The fog continued to grow. The magic continued. The novel of Punjab kept trying to speak loudly, but there is a chance that someone mentioned fairies except the spectator. Archaeologists have dug up the earth's crust. Historians lost the hooves of Alexander the Great's horses. But no language was affected by the fine arts. Thankfully, Murshid Hassan Askari played light music. Otherwise, the viewer's mind would have dried up. However, I continued my efforts and to bring everyone to the fairies, I had just reached the ghost when the party was dismissed and everyone went to sleep. Now do the talking...
The person who calls Muslims in loudspeaker for prayers, said, "Prayer is better than sleep." The alarm of Zeeshan Baradar sounded the same. Early in the morning, After a delicious breakfast of mustard greens and parathas, the enthusiastic travelers reached the Harappa Museum. On the way, Muhammad Zahid Sahib and then on reaching Harappa Buriwala trekkers and tourists Dr. Shahid Iqbal and Khalid Hussain Sahib also accompanied the travelers. In the Harappa Museum, under the supervision of Abdul Ghaffar Sahib, some people were looking at seals and stamps, while others were looking at pots and pans and so on. But we first noticed that photography has been around for thousands of years in one form or another. Second, we looked at the human skeleton and was about to learn a lesson when the statue of the "Dancing Girl" turned the whole lesson into a dance party. And then she danced ... After the museum, we went to see the archeology. Thought maybe a fairy could be found here. But no no Look at the irony that someone told the guide not to say the opposite because the hobby travelers are all literate, historians and archaeologists. Are you comfortable? Thus the guide also spoke dryly. If there was no romantic fog of Punjab on that day, the brain would have become yogurt.
However, the joke is in place, but the truth is that Zeeshan Bhai had gathered more than one expert and under his guidance, the taste of seeing the foggy Harappa was different. Guide Muzammil Cheema, Archaeologist Abdul Ghaffar, and Dr. Kashif Ali made a point of looking at the archeology. The spectator traveled through time, passing through the hills of the dusty city, the symbol of desolation and desolation, and the yellow trees. The Indus Valley Civilization flourished, the Harappan Civilization rejuvenated and Harappa returned to Green UP. From the white powder of human bones to the backbones. The flesh fell on them. Let the souls return to them. All the characters seemed alive and immortal. The dancing girl started dancing. The streets and bazaars were decorated. The colors of the houses were restored. The seal of the rich city reached his hand. The artisans began to work. The river Ravi began to flow across the city, and the time was 2600 BC.
ladies and gentlemen! I am present in Christ at this time. It's a foggy afternoon and the Harappans are busy with their own affairs. He saw a baby crying and his mother holding him close to her chest. Just now the emir sealed a letter and ordered it to be delivered to Moenjodaro. With a difference of nineteen, the basic issues are the same as they are four and a half thousand years later, in 2019. We are traveling through time in a pre-Christian city with the best drainage system. The neighborhood of the rich is separate and the settlement of the poor is separate. See how the princes are wearing gold and silver jewelry in Ashrafia's neighborhood. But their payments ... Goodbye Let's see Then I reached the area where the blacksmith was coating iron. The potter was making the pot. This hard-working heart is very dear. But hobby travelers don't stop there. So he left and reached the town of Gharba. Where the eloquent Matiars wore clay bracelets. There was a division between caste and wealth and poverty. Khair reached the bazaar along with the harvest of the city. Trade and economic activity were booming. He saw some fluctuations and ups and downs and then ran away from there. He ran to a garden. Which was shrouded in fog. But in this romantic atmosphere, there was a singer on the other side of the fading and intoxicating. The spectator began to chase the mad voice. At that moment, the fear of a Sangha (unicorn) deer filled the cages and suddenly something appeared in the cloud-like fog. It got closer and closer. I started smelling it and she just picked (broke) the yellow without any need and this is the same song "the yellow is ripe, let's pick my beloved together". And then I saw you in the blur across the four and a half thousand years ago ...