A Short Trip to Nathia Gali (3 of 3)


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  Sitting in the veranda of the lawn of my hotel room, I viewed the thick, beautiful jungle of hundred years old pines, cedars & oak trees.
It was the perfect time and place to enjoy the beauty of the nature, different types of birds especially large size cravens and lot other mountain birds cawing/chirping/singing their typical songs all the time. Monkeys doing their usual acrobatics in nature, all what makes you and your spirits refreshed like anything.
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RENDEZVOUS WITH CLOUDS, MONKEYS, SUNSHINE AND THE RAINS

 

by Nayyar Hashmey

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We got up in the morning quite refreshed, refreshed this time becoz we spent our night in a quite normal, comfortable room with warm water available for a normal bath, and this time we decided also to try the in-house complimentary breakfast. To our good fortune the breakfast at the Hotel was not only fresh, warm and to our liking but also was very very tasty too. Weather was fine and back at our room, we enjoyed the continuous hide and seek between  the clouds, the rain fall and the clouds turning into a mist that used to start dancing on the lawns and veranda of our room.

Since clouds come often on roads, room lawns, hotels, & play grounds in Nathia Gali, the town has rightly earned itself the name The Mist City of Pakistan.

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All of a sudden, the clouds disappeared and a bright, pleasantly cool sunlight appeared. Right then monkeys came up on the branches of thick pine trees, from pines they jumped to the loose but sturdy shoots of the old, seasoned cedars and then to a room that was next to ours.

The forests in Nathia Gali have centuries  old pines, cedars, walnuts, also oak and maple trees, whereupon we could easily watch the whole tamasha on a variety of these forest trees all on their own and that too for free.

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You will get to see monkeys on the roadside on your way from Nathia Gali-Murree to Islamabad, especially so when you pass over Nathia Gali Muree stretch of Islamabad Murree Express way, when you frequently spot monkeys on the way.
Here these three monkeys are basking in the sun, sitting leisurely on a roadside barrier. At the same time, as you spot them, they spot you. The typical monkey way of life.

 

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Now one of them is scratching the body of the other one for catching the lice or then they would start a friendly quarrel between two of them. Later some more would come and join in this friendly match. Together all of them bite at one another and then together all will jump in happiness.  From cedar they would jump on the tinned roof of the hotel room just next to ours.

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Me, with my sweetheart babe Hira (my daughter) in the façade of our hotel in Nathia Gali.

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And now with my better half in the veranda of Restaurant at the Hotel in Nathia Gali.

It was a wholesome retreat to watch these monkeys in the open, jumping now from one twig to another twig of a pine, then from pine, a long jump to the cedar, and from the cedar, would jump altogether in such a rhythm, in complete sync with the beautiful cloud hovering on them and us, with light, cool and pleasant rain drops falling, on them as well as on us. Their jumping in to and fro, created a beautiful symphony when they started banging simultaneously on the tinned roof.

We watched as we enjoyed this drama in nature, each episode unfolding right before us in turn by turn, for about an hour or so. It was then that we decided that we should better leave for home. So we transferred our belongings from the hotel room to the car. The ever-ready Latif, our driver, was there to help us in moving the things at a quicker pace. We then handed over the keys to the hotel reception, cleared our dues and said them good bye.

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I don’t know why Hira made a pose like this. May be the sun had become too bright and she needed sunglasses.

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On our way back, we frequently came across colorful dupattas (the ones here though are in black & white) and chadors spread on a hanging line. Their varied colors offer another beauty to the colorful landscape that we pass, while travelling on the Nathia Gali-Murree Islamabad-Highway.

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Rain and sun umbrellas in varied colors especially for the ladies, offer a rainbow of colors with a background that is a combination of mountain wall, misty environment and light sun passing through the mist – a beautiful panorama of colours travelling all along us while we drive on the Galyat Road.

Frankly speaking, we did not want to leave becoz of the comfortable room, the professional hospitality of the Hotel staff but since out first night at UOP rest house in Bara Gali was quite disturbing, therefore, we decided to leave for home this time and revisit our beautiful Nathia Gali in September once again.

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On our way back to Murree and Islamabad, we came across this corn seller, who was scalding the corn on cob in hot roasting sand. The fresh cob from the mountain areas that has fairly white color than the yellow one we have in the plains of the Punjab, being from heirloom seeds, is fresh and raw and has a unique taste of its own.

While we were on our way, coming back from Nathia Gali, we came across many lorries, mini vans and wagons, all loaded with our Pashtun brethren, young and old, men and women, all tightly packed with their Tiffins, hot boxes, big kettles carrying rice, meat curries, typical KPK dishes already made in rich fat, meat and spices, In the background the CD recorders blaring with Pashtu songs, many of the riders singing in rhyme with music on the disc, were going upwards towards Nathia Gali/Abbotabad/Thandiani.

Some will stop alongside the road and start a Pashtun dance in tune with the music on the disc. Then others will stop their vehicle on the road side, stretch out a big long sheet, a dastarkhan (the name is used not only in Pakistan but also all over Central Asia to the traditional space where food is eaten).

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The term Dastarkhan usually refers to the tablecloth which is spread on the ground, floor, or on table and is used as a sanitary surface for food, but it is also used more broadly to refer to the entire meal setting.

It is part of traditional Central Asian cuisine. The term was introduced in South Asia by Turks and conquerors from Central Asia. Dastarkhan is a Persian word meaning “tablecloth” or “great spread”.

The food placed on a dastarkhan ranged from simple tea and bread (for small meals shared by each family) to various salads, nuts, candies, shorba, and meat set out for a picnic on the mountains. In this regard I found the Pashtuns of Pakistan much more livelier than us Punjabis, who do such things on harvests & birth/death anniversaries of saints only.

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While sitting in the veranda of our hut style room at the Nathia Gali Hotel, we watched and enjoyed the monkeys doing all their natural jumping, howling, playing together, doing their usual household chores (prime being catching lice in the hair of their skins or their kins) in nature.

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A DISTURBED NIGHT AT UOP – REST HOUSE, BARA GALI

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by Nayyar Hashmey

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After having strolled twice on the Mall, I went to sip a cup of tea at the Marhaba Hotel Murree. But alas, the quality of the tea they serve now, in contrast to what they used to offer in the past, was no more there. What they offer now, is just the ordinary tasteless tea. I could not finish even a quarter of the cup & left it there. Then sitting in the open courtyard of Marhaba.I started watching people on the Mall.

My wife and daughter went to a nearby market where they sell woollies. They bought two or three warm shawls from there and after an hour or two were back to Marhaba.  From there, we then walked to the Kashmir Point where our car was parked. Our driver, Abdul Latif, a former retired jawan of the Pak Army had served long time after retirement with one of our family friends, Brig (Retd.) Usman Khan Tararr.

After the demise of Brig Tararr, Latif started working with his wife, our Apa Aliya Usman Tararr, who runs many charity projects for poor & destitute women in her village Kohlu Tararr as well as adjoining villages.

Later Latif left service with the Tararrs due to his family obligations. Latif appeared to be quite adept in driving in the mountainous areas and was familiar with all such hill spots in the north of Pakistan.

We came back to our car, with Latif on the driving seat. Passed through Kuldana, Barian/Sawar Gali , Jhika Gali, Changla Gali, Kooza Gali, Dunga Gali, Khaira Gali,Nathia Gali,Kala Bagh & finally to Bara Gali where the rest house of Peshawar University Summer Camp was located.

But look, what a disappointment was waiting for us. The rooms were quite dirty, the bathroom had the blackish green layer of the algae which had covered almost half the bath room wall, the knob that pushed the water tank over the commode was broken so there was no way how to flush the refuse from the commode.

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Though the UOP Summer Camp at Bara Gali (where the university’s rest house stands) was at a very picturesque location, surrounded by thick, dense jungle, the building itself is a remnant of British Raj.
The British had a small cantonment here which was occupied in the hot summer months by one of the British mountain batteries that were stationed in Rawalpindi.
The buildings were constructed like small mountain type huts in 1907 and seem to have been kept at the poor quality of living that still dates back to 1907. (This picture was originally uploaded and shared by user Zafar Hayat Khan, Habib Khel on panoramio.com).

To our misery, there was no warm water in the bath room either, so there was no question of either doing the wuzoo or a bath in such ice cold water. But qahr-e-derwesh ber jan-e-derwesh, we had no other choice. The room was smelly as well. When we told the rest house keeper, he said janab it’s a university rest house, the budget we get from the authorities is that of maintaining a jhuggi (a shanty) and you are expecting 4-star facilities from us. Any way, we told him that we will be back after having our meals.

Off we went to a khaba located in the main bazaar of Nathia Gali for chicken sajji. This place was known to us since 2011 when we came all the way from Islamabad via Abbotabad to Nathia Gali to taste this famous sajji dish in Nathia Gali. My youngest son Usama was then in the driving seat. (He is living nowadays in Sydney, Australia).

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A common scene of Nathia Gali Main Bazar, where we took our breakfast. This picture is being displayed here according to Panaramio Copyright Policies.

Usama by the way is also very fond of exploring new cities, new towns and new khabas (eateries). It was he who explored this eating den for us, so on we went to this place. The quality standard of the sajji was same as before and we took the sajji to our heart’s content. Fresh baked rotis were coming from the tandoor and sajji with dahi raita was there too.

After taking our dinner with chick sajji, we went for a stroll in the bazaar and later moved around in our car to see some prominent places in Nathia Gali. It was getting dark by this time, so we moved back to the rest house. To our utter shock and amazement; the room had been delivered to some other family.

We didn’t want to disturb the family who had wrongly been allotted our room to them because of perhaps the lust for more money. On our strong protestation, the rest house keeper agreed to move the family to another room and we almost made ourselves settled into the smelly, dingy room.

The whole procedure was so annoying that we decided, now we’ll spend the night and move early in the morning for Islamabad..So the next morning, we took breakfast at an ordinary type of cheap shop. We wanted to breakfast at an eatery which was famous for their halwa poorhi, but to our dismay, it was fully occupied and there was no place to sit anywhere there.

We didn’t want to breakfast at the shop where we did,  becoz it was of poor standard but since all good dining places were fully occupied, therefore, we took breakfast at that very very ordinary shop. They were serving parathas and egg omelet which was of very ordinary taste but the bill they charged from us was quite heavy.

Anyway, we took the breakfast and before leaving for Islamabad, decided to check the hotels/rest house or a guest house that will be of some chajj for us. (Word “chajj” basically is a Punjabi word and means a place which suits one’s needs). Meanwhile, just an idea flashed into my mind. I told my wife and daughter Hira, why not to try Hotel Green where we used to stay in the bygone days.

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This is the room (a mountain style hut) at the Hotel where we were sitting, watching the monkeys playing on this lawn & on the roof of a room next to ours.

Both agreed with me and we started asking people where was the old British era Hotel. They said that the Hotel has been sold to some other party and now it is being run under different names. I Inquired about the old one and they directed us to drive upward on a hill. So, on we went to the old Hotel Green .

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Trees speak the language of the flowers and understand the whispers of the wind.
They’re in tune with the subtle songs of the forest;
They can listen, speak, and interpret the chatter of the rivers and intuit the meaning of each sparkle of the sun.
They don’t have to be told to look for the   magic in life, They can see it, feel it, and taste its sweetness everywhere.
Our job isn’t to correct it, but to nurture it, to preserve it, and perhaps even to re-learn it.
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A LEAF FROM THE OLD FORESTS

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by Nayyar Hashmey

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O bring me a leaf from the Old Forests,  The forests of beauty and song;

Where the galyat, through woods and fair meadows  Doth lead their sweet waters along

O bring me a leaf from the Old Forests,  A tuft from the glossy black pine;

A leaf from the oak and high Cedar tree  And a branch of green holly combine.

O bring me a leaf from the Old Forests,

     A token so sacred, O bring;

‘Twill recall those bright scenes to remembrance,

     Old friendships around it will cling.

 (Originally composed by John D. Cossar has slightly been moderated to adapt to the context to my narrative on Nathia Gali and other small villages/towns called Galyat).

         This poem makes me wander in my memory lane whenever I recollect my visits to the Galyat region in the bygone days of my youth.

     Galyat region, or hill tract, is a narrow strip or area roughly 50–80 km north-east of Islamabad, extending on both sides of the PunjabKhyber Pakhtunkhwa border, between Murree Abbottabad.

     The word is derived from the plural of the Urdu/Punjabi  word gali, which in hilly regions of Murree area means an alley between two mountains on both sides of which there are valleys which may or may not the highest point in the range.

     Ethnically its a homogeneous region where mostly people speak the paharri (hilly area) version of Punjabi. Many call it Hindko, others call it Paharri, Potohari or a version of Punjabi. There are some scattered areas, villages and hamlets in the Hazara districts where Pashtu is also spoken along with Punjabi/Hindko/Paharri.

     Geographically only three are in the Punjab that is:

  1. Darya Gali  2. Jhika Gali 3. Ghora Gali

whereas all the rest 14 are in the Khyber-Pakhtunkhwa (K-PK) province of Pakistan.

  1. Ayubia 2. Bara Gali 3. Changla Gali 4. Kooza Gali 5. Dunga Gali 6. Khaira Gali 7. Khanspur 8.  Nathia Gali 9.  Kala Bagh 10. Thandiani 11.  Toheed Abad 12. Dagri Naka 13.  Bagnotar 14.  Namli Maira

     It was Eid-ul-fitr which I celebrated with the usual routine, offered Eid prayer at our sector B mosque called the Rafi Mosque. Prayer was held at 7:15 in the morning

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Rafi Mosque in Sector B, Phase VIII of Bahria Town, where this scribe offered Eid Prayer.

     Later, having my breakfast with usual sawayyan (vermicelli) cooked with ghee, sugar & milk, by lunch time, different friends started coming in to say hello with their Eid greetings. In the evening it was my duty likewise, to visit such friends who could not come due to one reason or the other. (Eid celebrations are anyway mostly a family affair).

     So it was just the next day after Eid (the 27th of June 2017) that we usually call in our rustic Punjabi “Turoo” that’s the day Eid is leaving us. (The word Turoo comes from Tur jana i.e. gone away). The third day of Eid is likewise called Muroo, that’s leaving off permanently.

      So, it was on Turoo day of Eid that we left early in the morning and the road journey became increasingly pleasant as we drove out of Islamabad, crossed Chhattar and Salgiran and then to Tret Bangla.

     I couldn’t help but notice the number of bikers heading towards the hills – most of them on locally assembled Chinese or Japanese versions. This rekindled another yearning, to own one of them, the usual specimen of our biking history. But at the senior age that I’m, such a wish remains a wish and to that comes also my dislike for the two wheelers.

     With such an adventurous machine that a motor bike is, my fascination is that of hate & love. I love it when I see young people riding on their motor bikes, all in a jolly mood, biking smoothly on the up hills sometime & downhill another time, but then that hate comes up from my youth days when I used to travel to the Institute of Textile Technology in the then Lyallpur on my two wheeler i.e. a Vespa scooter.

     Although this two wheeler in those days was a love machine of the youth, a rage by the young of the college and the university especially when the famous Hollywood movie Come September, came on our Pakistani cinema screens.

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Rock Hudson with Gina Lolobrigida in Hollywood movie of the 1960’s “Come September”.

     Watching movies in those days, was the prime source of entertainment for in those days one could not think of modern day gadgets such as laptops, smart phones, 24/7 running cable TV channels, home theaters and such similar stuffs. If somebody would ever had talked about it, the poor chap surely would surely have been dubbed as insane.

     Every day when I used to drive about 9 or 10 kilometers from my home to Manawala village where the institute was located, I used to come across all the dirt, mosquitoes, flies and small pebbles falling like small bullets on my face. Whenever a lorry or a truck passed along the road moving parallel to me, throwing all such nasty stuffs on me, ever since then I lost my love for the two wheelers.

     But sometime when I see the youth plying on their bikes running in a zoom, I do envy them.

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     As we drove up from Salgiran, weather became cooler and our husband-wife skirmishes turned into smiles. This was the usual, full of thrill drive in the hills and the twists and turns on the road gave the hilarity of an F1 racer. I know people would say that road to Murree is not ‘that hard’ but for us, people of the plains, it is always a memorable experience.

     The blue cover and shroud of white greyish mist took my breath away; the serpent-like road was another attraction and it was hard to keep my eyes off from the beauty all around.

     It was also a time to do the mandatory shooting, some stills & a few videos, done by Hira (my daughter) and the scenic locales allowed us to take plenty.

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     As I stood on the side of the road and soaked everything in, the hills appeared sage-like, wanting to tell me about the deeper purposes of life. The depth of the valley appeared to be teaching about how to absorb the shocks of life.

     On — we moved forward to Tret. Tret used to be a small hamlet in the past, a beautiful waterfall was always there, and a big pipal or some similar tree hovering almost on that part of the road. But now Tret too is large and a fairly polluted town.

     In my student days, reaching Tret meant that we are approaching Murree, as weather started getting cooler by every mile we trekked on a lorry or in a car.. But now Tret is fairly warmer than those days, pity the environment getting polluted in these simple, small yet beautiful villages & towns around Murree.

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On way to Nathia Gali

     In those days, moving in Murree was impossible without warm clothing but now you frequently see visitors in Murree especially from our Punjab plains in thin, light lawn dresses. Then to think of electric fans was impossible but now you cannot sit in Murree summer without fans.

     Having crossed Tret we moved upwards to Murree and reached there almost in about 25 minutes or so.

     Murree was as usual full of hustle and bustle of peak summer season. Everywhere you could see fellows from all walks of life strolling on the Mall of Murree. The weather was fairly warm, therefore; one could see people in normal light weight cotton wear. Sun was quite hot and this made lot of people to carry umbrellas too.

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Chiniot, The City Behind The Moon


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Chiniot Bridge on Rive Chenab is an ancient beautiful bridge that is all made of iron. Road runs over the top of railway track. The bridge connects Chiniot with Chenab Nagar (old name Rabwa), passing over the Chenab river. Old bridge for road was very narrow.
 The hill in the middle of the river partitioned the river and made it easy to construct the bridge in two parts. East channel has 6 spans of 40 meter length while west channel has 7 spans of the same length.
It is very scenic picnic point. Rowing boats are available here to give memorable river experience.

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These photos will take you on a magical trip through Chiniot

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by Nayyar Hashmey

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The name Chiniot remains etched in my memory –  since my boyhood days. I vividly recall my train journeys during my summer holidays. It so happened that with the start of long summer vacations at the school, my father would tell me, take the train that connects Kundian (an important railway junction) with Lyallpur, now renamed as Faisalabad. The idea for the journey was to spend vacations with my cousins there who with my Taya ji had already settled in the city.

In this journey, what fascinated me most was part of the journey on the Sargodha-Lyallpur track, for on this very section came the town of Chiniot.

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A particular feature of the town was the small rocky hillocks many of which have now vanished. After leaving Sargodha and a few stations next, the train used to move like serpentine through these barren hills. With the hills coming to an end, the track got spread over large lush green fields.

While covering this part of the journey I used to watch the fruit orchards having orange trees. Many times it so happened, that the oranges on tree branches spread up to the railway track and while you were sitting in the train, you could even pluck these fresh, bright oranges.

Another fascination was the famous railway bridge over River Chenab. The beautiful scene of the train moving over the River used to mesmerize me so much that I would get up from m seat, stand on the door of the bogey watching the river water moving at full speed under the moving train. The thrill of watching this scene was so great that even if some elder would shout, Beware boy! The train could come to a sudden halt and in a nu you could fall out. But nothing going, I used to keep standing till the train moved out of the bridge. No sooner that the train left the bridge, than we reached the railway station of Chiniot.

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Chiniot station was an important halt even in those days, for here you could get soft drinks, munchies, tea or drink anything to your taste.

Later I had many chances to visit the town and every time I was there, I found something new, something amazing.

Origin of the name Chiniot

In a previous article, I mentioned different versions about the city’s nomenclature. Here now is another one.

The name Chiniot is derived from the word Chan which means moon and oat locally means behind. In other words the city behind the Moon. An historic city of the eastern province of Pakistani Punjab.

The historic significance of Chiniot boasts of its glorious past, a magnificent city which remained a strategic post to be conquered by every invader. Around 326 BC it was conquered by Alexander the Great, who passed through this region before going back to Greece.

After few years, Chiniot was taken over by Chandar Gupt Maurya who ruled this city till 30 BC.

When Islam reached the Indian sub continent, Chiniot remained under the dominance of different Muslim rulers during tenure of their respective dynasties. In the Mughal period, the city underwent immense development.

After Mughals, in 1805 it was conquered by Sikh ruler Maharaja Ranjit Singh and thereafter in 1849, the British took control of the city.

Chiniot of today

Chiniot offers one of the many awe-inspiring architectural gems of Pakistan, This historic city– is a true treasure of magnificent palaces, mosques and dazzling buildings.

Umer Hayat Palace

Standing proud in the heart of the city, Umer Hayat Palace is one of the famous ‘mahals’ of Pakistan. With a touch of Mughal architecture, the facade of the building is adorned with a fine inlay of bricks. The dazzling shine of marble and exquisite interior adds to its beauty.

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The palace is an early 20th century wooden architectural wonder and perhaps the last of Mughal style architecture. Unique carving on the doors, windows, jharokas reflect a colour of their own. The roofs, balconies, stairways, terrace and the stucco designs make perfect interior.

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The dazzling shine of marble and exquisite interior adds to its beauty. Photo by @s.haseebamjad / Instagram

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It’s a tremendous piece of art with stucco work, finest carving and patterns of wood in the form of jharokas, doors and window panes, which make it look like the “Taj Mahal” of Chiniot. Photo by @aabbiidd / Instagram

Shahi Masjid

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Built by Nawab Saad UlIah Khan during the regime of Emperor Shah Jahan (1628-58), Shahi Masjid is another attraction of Chiniot. Photo by @aabbiidd / Instagram

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Shahi Masjid Chiniot. Photo by @aabbiidd / Instagram

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Shahi Masjid Chiniot. Photo by @aabbiidd / Instagram

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Saeen Sukh Shrine, also known as the ‘Sheesh Mahal’ of Chiniot, stands adjacent to the Shrine of Shah Ismail Shah Bukhari. Photo by @shahrose_khan36 / Instagram

Sheesh Mahal

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Sheesh Mahal is beautifully decorated with intricate designs made from mirrors. Photo by @shahrose_khan36 / Instagram

 Bara Mandir

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The classic Hindu temple also known as big temple was built by Maharaja Gulab Singh. Photo by @aabbiidd / Instagram

The impressive temple is believed to have been built amid the second Anglo-Sikh war.

Shrine of Ismail Shah Bukhari

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“Blessed are they who see beautiful things in humble places where other people see nothing.” -Camille Pissarro

The tomb of Hazrat Sheikh Ismail Bukhari is another charm in Chiniot that manages to lure hundreds of travelers and backpackers annually. The vault is a unique yet fascinating blend of modern and archaic style of architecture.

Sheikh Ismail was a famous saint of Chiniot and his excellent way of teaching provoked many non-Muslims to convert to Islam.

He was born in 762 Hijri. Belonged to the kin of Syed Sher Shah Jalal Surkh Bukhari, Hazrat Sheikh Ismail came to Jhang on the command of his religious teacher, Hazrat Chirag Dehlvi. They devoted their lives for the propagation of Islam.

Hazrat Sher Shah Jalal visited Jhang just two times in his whole life. Later on, his lad Ahmad Kabeer visited Jhang, who was then followed by Jahan Gasht and his children. Jahan Gasht and his brood permanently settled in Chiniot.  Hazrat Sheikh Ismail was a saint of this lineage.

Sheikh Ismail was the grand-son of the Syed Ahmad Kabeer. He reached Chiniot while passing through Delhi, Deska, Karnal, Patyala and Icherwaal. He has millions of disciples till now.

Details of Tomb

The vault of Hazrat Sheikh Ismail is almost 75 feet high and it stretches over the area of fifteen kanals. The foundation of tomb was laid before partition and construction work accomplished after partition.

The grave of Sheikh Ismail is surrounded by many small graves which are believed to be of his descendants.

The walls of the tomb are made of white cement and they look as if they’re of marble. The tiles affixed in the walls are not much long-standing but were last used in 1980.  All four walls of the tomb have ventilators. Sura-Yaseen is engraved on each wall. The vault features two moons with one big star in the middle of both.

The tomb also features four large windows and a main door that’s called “Bab-ul-Faiz”

Surroundings of Tomb

The front and back of the burial chamber is surrounded by stumpy cemeteries. This two story tomb features 8 small and 4 large towers and one big dome. Adjacent to the tomb is a mosque with prayers of “Nad-e-Ali”, “Surah-Fateh” and “Pakistan Zindabad” engraved on all of its four walls. There is a “Bara Dari” too which was built on the command of Ameer Hussain Shah. Nowadays Syed Zafar Abbas is the care-taker of the sepulcher.

Note: These pictures were collected through various users from Instagram.

Arts and Crafts of Chiniot

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The town is celebrated for its wood carving and masonry. The artisans of Chiniot have been renowned for the excellence of their work since the period of the great Mughals. Masons from Chiniot were employed in the building of Taj Mahal in Agra and Wazir Khan Mosque in Lahore. The main architect of Golden Temple at Amritsar was also from Chiniot, as were the craftsman who built the more recent Minar-i-Pakistan. 

The area was once famous for boat-building, but no such industry is seen now-a-days. The town is still known for arts and crafts specially door carving, brass work, inlays and furniture. The skills are passed down from father to son. No wonder the most prominent feature of the city is the handcrafted wooden furniture which is renown all over the world for its style and delicacy, its ideally good quality and variety.

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Handicrafts are items made by hand often with the use of tools and are generally artistic and traditional in pattern. They include objects of utility and objects of decoration. Handicrafts are produced entirely by hand or if needed with the help of tools too. They are also known as craft work when useful and decorative items are used to complete it.

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Generally the term is used to traditional way of making items of decoration and of utility.. (Handicrafts are unique ideas that represent the culture and tradition and aesthetics of an area or of a country). It is an important sector in terms of economic development particularly in the areas where other means of production or manufacturing are nonexistent.

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Pakistan has a rich history of different types of handicrafts. Pakistani artisans have great skills to show their art in craftsmanship and beauty, form and style. Gauged on these criteria, the men of Chiniot excel to produce something for every one’s taste. No wonder their products find a prominent place in the high end markets of the world.

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Image Source: Title image, 2, 3, 4 to 12, 1314, 15, 16, 17 

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Published in: on 07/02/2017 at 6:40 pm  Comments (1)  
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