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In November 2020, I rode 55 km from Passu to Shimshal on a bicycle to document the stories of high-altitude-porters, aspiring mountaineers, and community members.
Shimshal is a remote town located 55 km from Passu in Gilgit Baltistan, Pakistan. For centuries, there was no road link to Shimshal, and locals had to walk for days on a rough mountainous trail, crossing the river as many as 45 times.
In 1985, the Shimshal community started building a road link. Around 150–250 Shimshalis volunteered for the construction. After eighteen years of hard work, they had finished constructing a jeepable track between Shimshal and Passu.
In 2003, a jeep appeared in Shimshal for the first time. The entire village had gathered by the river to give a warm welcome. People had brought pots filled with milk. They poured milk on the vehicle as an offering. Everyone was in tears.
The jeep track remains one of the most dangerous roads to drive. The road is narrow and carved out in the sheer cliff face of the steep Shimshal River gorge. Besides, the gravel track is poorly maintained. Eight workers, equipped with nothing but shovels, have an impossible task of looking after the 50- km long unpaved road vulnerable to landslides, floods, and heavy snowfall.
Though the journey to Passu now takes only three hours on a jeep, it took me two days to cover it on a bicycle.
In November 2020, I rode 55 km from Passu to Shimshal on a bicycle to document the stories of high-altitude-porters, aspiring mountaineers, and community members.
Shimshal is a remote town located 55 km from Passu in Gilgit Baltistan, Pakistan. For centuries, there was no road link to Shimshal, and locals had to walk for days on a rough mountainous trail, crossing the river as many as 45 times.
In 1985, the Shimshal community started building a road link. Around 150–250 Shimshalis volunteered for the construction. After eighteen years of hard work, they had finished constructing a jeepable track between Shimshal and Passu.
In 2003, a jeep appeared in Shimshal for the first time. The entire village had gathered by the river to give a warm welcome. People had brought pots filled with milk. They poured milk on the vehicle as an offering. Everyone was in tears.
The jeep track remains one of the most dangerous roads to drive. The road is narrow and carved out in the sheer cliff face of the steep Shimshal River gorge. Besides, the gravel track is poorly maintained. Eight workers, equipped with nothing but shovels, have an impossible task of looking after the 50- km long unpaved road vulnerable to landslides, floods, and heavy snowfall.
Though the journey to Passu now takes only three hours on a jeep, it took me two days to cover it on a bicycle.



![My Cycling Journey to Medina & Childhood Memories | Madine Ka Safar Naat For Mother
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One of the oldest memories of my childhood is reciting Naats (poems that praise of Prophet Muhammad PBUH). In mosques: in religious gatherings.
When I was young, my mom asked me repeatedly to go to the mosque. She agreed to all my rational and irrational requests and said, go my son, read the Quran. Recite Naat for Prophet Muhammad (PBUH). There was a mosque right next to our house. Till my voice reciting Naat kept echoing in the loudspeaker, my mom kept crying.
She asked me to go to religious gatherings to celebrate Prophet Muhammad (PBUH). Sometimes she would bribe me and say I would get money from there if I go. And on every Friday, she requested me saying, “go son, recite that Naat for me!”
Her favorite Naat was, “It’s a journey to Madina!”
Now 30-35 years have passed since then. Mom is no more, and today I am in Madina. Alone.
Because of reciting Naats about Madina since childhood, it feels as if I have probably been here before. I feel a strange familiarity with this place. At the time when I was reciting hymns about the streets of Madina, who would have thought that I will come here one day? And that too on a bicycle!
There are so many people here. But in every face, I am trying to find the face of my mom. If she were here, she would have definitely asked me to recite Naat here.
So today, in memory of that childhood, in memory of my mother, and in memory of the one with the Green Dome (PBUH), I am going to recite a Naat.
My journey has not ended yet.I still have to fulfill another promise. My next destination is... Makkah!
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This video would not have been possible without the help of many people. Big thanks to my friends Noman, Hassan, Affan, Khalil Nablesi, Max, Yasir, and Khalid Tunisi for their help with the shoots. Also many thanks to brother Shaker for the drone footage of Madinah Al Munawaarah and Ahmad Sindi for the Arabic translation. My Cycling Journey to Medina & Childhood Memories | Madine Ka Safar Naat For Mother](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/I52-Wd1hDCQ/mqdefault.jpg)






