Every year I visit my home in Pakistan around december, this year however, I visited a couple of month earlier and experienced the happiest time of my life. It was my brothers wedding. This post is about this time back home and how special it was.
A few months before my 12th birthday I went to a boarding school and a year after that, when I came home for my first long vacation, my brother left for another boarding school. As it turned out, we had our long vacations in different seasons. He had them in winter and I in summer. There were years when we just saw each other twice a year, at the Eids. With cell phones not common and boarding school restrictions we didn't even get to talk much and it was like each of us was a single child of the same parents for so long. Then he joined the military and I left Pakistan for higher studies, which continue till now, only to return once a year. Whenever I visit Pakistan, I only get to meet him for a few days. This time, however, it was special. He was getting married. The person dearest to me on the planet was getting married.
I would love to put up for guessing the place the image on the left is from but I believe chances of anyone getting it right are very thin. Of course its inside a mosque but which one? .................... its the mosque at Benazir Bhutto International Airport (BBIA) Islamabad.