A Story of One Refugee

Our historical memory is ridiculously short. Humanity has an attention span of a stoner (short-term 5-second memory): just two generations ago, our grandparents were growing in times of war, with bombs flying over their houses and families going missing.


I was there just a year ago, exactly this month, staring at the snowy top of Nanga Parbat and feeling sick because of the altitude and bumpy ride. A local girl that was sitting next to me on the bus pointed at the mountain in the light of morning sun: “Welcome to Gilgit-Baltistan!” My extended…