Islamabad—American writer, Ursula LeGuin once said, “It is good to have an end to journey toward; but it is the journey that matters, in the end.” As I sit here in my hotel room, a place that now feels more like home than my own home, my journey to Pakistan is coming to an end. Having spent over six weeks here, it is going to be hard to go back to my life as it was. Each day here has been a new adventure, full of excitement, fear, anger, sadness, joy, worry and stress. Every second was full of the unknown. I’ve witnessed so many things during my time here. I’ve seen terrorism first hand, the tragic loss of life in a suicide bombing, the face of children who beg for money but are happier with a piece of food, the voice of democracy as protestors take to the streets seeking a new freedom, the pride in a man’s eyes as he pulls back a barbed-wire fence with his bare hands only to get to the other side to shake the hand of a policeman, the sound of police and military beating their batons and firing teargas into a crowd, the pride in a woman having the opportunity to vote, the anguish of a hope lost with the assassination of a beloved leader, tears of joy and hope. Pakistan is a country constantly evolving and unfolding before your eyes. It’s a country on the verge. With each new day, Pakistan becomes an ever more integral part of the international community, and its war, if lost, will be have grave consequences around the world. Time is the only solution, and in time its path will be revealed. I’ve been very fortunate to be a witness to such remarkable-historic times. I hope for the sake of all the great people that I’ve met, and now call my friends, that peace returns to these lands, that their hopes are not left to fade, and that democracy and freedom rise above the horizon, dawning a new day in Pakistan. While my time here is up and I must soon leave Pakistan, Pakistan won’t soon leave me. I’m proud of the work I’ve done here. I’m proud that I didn’t waste a minute, and worked each and every day—even today, my last day. I’ll continue my posts even after I return home. I have so many more photos and stories that I look forward to sharing. These are a few images of some of my great Pakistani friends that I’ve met throughout the last six weeks.
March 3rd 9:00PM
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3 comments:
my brother,
ahh...the journey...it is the secret, yes? the spice...i sitting in my hotel room in knoxville, tn...raleigh, nc tomorrow...i'll bring you some barbecue home if you score me one of those cool ass scarves...and then we ought to start thinking about some future destinations.
Ah Justin, as I look at you now in these photos I think, "who is this man?" You are so much more complex... touched by pieces of the world... and yes, this world here in america will be much different to your eyes, to all of your senses... but you won't be coming back to life as it was... it will be a whole new world for you... even here in a place you once called home... and the beauty of the new, the Pakistan that you carry with you, and the frustration of the old will collide to bring about...? well, that remains to be seen! I am proud to call you friend!
Jeff--Thanks man. It was a terrific journey, and I'm always ready for a new destination.
Buff--Wow, thank you so much for your thoughtful comments. It means a lot to me. I am the fortunate one to have you as a friend.
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