I hope you all had a wonderful eid wherever you are. Mine consisted of prayers in the morning, Eid nap, visiting my dad at the cemetery and then the day took an unexpected twist.
My friend needed to go to Bradford and because he had literally a few hours sleep, he wanted me to keep him company on the way. Sorted. Off we go to Bradford and once we were done with his task, dusk was upon us and so in traditional fashion, I suggested we have some food. Sure there was food at home but thought, whilst we are in Bradford, why not taste the local cuisine. And what more better than to have authentic Peshawari chaplee kebab in Bradford. Why not!
As we got closer to our destination, there seemed to be some commotion up ahead – nothing irregular on an eid night I thought. And to my shock and surprise, I then witnessed men on horses in their traditional attire.
Unbelievable I thought. Am I seeing this right I thought. A flood of memories erupted bringing back visions of scaling mountains in the Himalayas with Shezada, my loyal steed. The horses looked glorious and I was literally spell bound for a moment. Was I in Pakistan. No this was Leeds road in the heart of Bradford. A melting pot of cultures and a fusion of east and west.
The road came to a somewhat standstill as spectators were in awe of these beautiful creatures. Froth coming from their mouths, these horses looked enigmatic nevertheless. The riders looked trained too. And just as close as I was in proximity to them, off they went cantering in unison up the road. My friend was more in shock than I was.
Right then, Chaplee Kebab it is as we arrived at the famous Abaseen restaurant. The scent of spices erupted as I placed my order. Out in the open, the kebabs were being fried on the famous flat wok as the sound of my native Pashto language could be heard being spoken making the experience all the more homely special. Soon enough, our platters were on the table.
Succulent morsels of meat infused with herbs and spices that would make your mouth water. Oh and the hot crispy nan bread to accompany it. The food was appetizing to say the least as we broke bread together and devoured the display of exotic cuisine. Always very grateful for the experience. Good food and good company is all that matters on Eid.
Recently, I had the honor of attending the Gregory Mills Foundation – Acts of Good charity fund raiser event organised by Greg’s mum and dad Chris and Karine. And what an eventful evening it was! Arriving somewhere in the rural parts of Essex – Billericay to be precise – look it up on the map! the Country Club appeared quite and peaceful with its beautiful manicured gold course. Until that is, we rocked up – friends of Chris and Karine; young and old, dashing and elegant all draped in their best; ties, tuxedos, dresses and tiaras to turn the night up all in memory of Greg.
Once sat sat down at our designated seats in the main hall, an introductory speech was delivered by @ashleigh followed by a heart warming speech by both Chris and Karine.
We got to learn about the myriad of initiatives being supported by the foundation ranging from providing at orphanages to looking after marine life – a tribute to Greg and all that he espoused and all that we supported on this grand evening.
Chris talking about the numerous projects in honour of Greg
A grand auction of pieces ranging from holidays abroad to football / movie memorabilia was offered to the guests as a delightful three course meal was served. Yummy!
Signed memorabilia of Darth Vader on display
As the bidding concluded and the prizes were given out – (congratulations to the winners – some great prizes), the night was too young for the folk to disperse. Set in the middle of the venue, the stage lit up as the guests thronged for a good ole dance off. Crocs,stilletos and shoes were in full form as the dance off continued into the night. We even had the “cha cha slide man” in true form! And didn’t they do well! Looking back, I actually should have the done the Attan dance – representing my Pashtun people too! A twirl and clap didn’t do anyone harm and who knows, it might have worked well with “silent night fever”!
“From a cocoon to a dragonfly – It started off with a dragonfly one morning ” as Karine expressed about the foundations emblem. I’ve spent time with Karine and she is one of the most dedicated and generous human beings you will meet. They say you can’t vouch for someone unless you lived with them or travelled with them. The Pandemic taught us all valuable lessons in different ways. I witnessed the scale of humanity too with Karine. From friends who became family. I will always be grateful for the cherished memories I had with these two beautiful people. To have lost someone so dear and yet channel that energy in honour of Greg in acts of good is both admirable and courageous.
All smiles – Karine with her niece.
The event was a wonderful tribute to Greg; a celebration of his life, of what has been achieved and the ambitious projects ahead. Look at their website http://Www.Gregorymillsfoundation.org and see the wonderful things being done. A huge round of applause needs to go to the organisers of the night @Ashleigh, Carole and the rest of the team without which this event could not have been such a success. Bravo.
The website reads: The Foundation is a tribute to his playful, joyful and caring spirit, his love of life, food, nature, colours of the world, animals and the underwater world. It was created in honour of his heart and his love for family and friends, life companions here for each other, bringing something good to each other. I can vouch and say this is who Chris and Karine are. This night embodied all that. Good times with great company.
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This one’s for you Greg. We remember you through our acts of goodness. Not forgotten. X
Basking in the heat and wandering through the maze of streets in the old town of Antalya, I stumbled upon a quote written at the front of the restaurant Yummy Yummy.
“One cannot think well, love well, sleep well if one has not dined well!” It went on to say.…Sorry, i’m in a relationship with food!
And my first thought was. “We are the same!”
Standing outside as I read the writing on the wall, I was approached by Nedim, a friend of the owner of the restaurant.
One conversation led to another and the welcoming manner of Nedim enticed me to enter the establishment. The vibe within was both comforting with the cosy sofas contrasting with the polished touches of the tables.
Dishes ranging from grills, wraps to steaks were offered on the menu and I ordered the Adana Kebab. Originating from a city in Turkiye, the kebab is made of lamb meat, red peppers, red chillies, egg and a touch of salt pitted on skewers and cooked over charcoal to perfection. Nedim in his excellent english with a cockney twang (his years of traveling and staying in London) spoke of life in Turkiye, his time abroad etc as Hamza (chef and owner of the restaurant) cooked away.
Not long after, a platter of food arrived to my delight. Adana kebab laden with pasta and a salad dish consisting of parsley Lotus, cabbage, dil, topped with pomegranate juice and sumac spice that made my mouth water.
Adana kebab
The Adana kebab was just right – juicy and tender with a subtle element of spice; each morsel adding satisfaction to my senses as I nibbled away slowly to my satisfaction. The addition of the pasta / salad added the contrast too. A swig of sparkling water to wash it down nicely was the perfect combination.
A range of conversations evolved as Nedim spoke about life in Turkiye, about the twists and turns of life and about fate – quite a philosophical one mind you – Never was one for small talk. Watching the world go by as the hour hand turned, the myriad of people going by window shopping for their next meal, the rays of the sun started to dim.
My mind drifted to past events and encounters of another kind. Sea fairer’s, merchants, privateers and of course swashbuckling pirates strolling past these very paths. Mooring at the harbor not far from this very outlet, I envisioned ships laden with goods ranging from amber and musk to silk and from the east openly competing against the formidable Knights Hospitaller who commanded the Mediterranean sea.
The Knights Hospitaller
Who were the Knights Hospitaller you may ask and who more importantly was keeping them in “hot water”? Originally known as The Order of Knights of the Hospital of Saint John of Jerusalem, The Knights Hospitaller’s original purpose was to provide aid and medical care to Christian pilgrims to the Holy Land. However, it soon became a military order, which secured vast territories in Europe and whose knights contributed significantly to the Crusades in the Iberian peninsula.
An illustration by Ralph Hammann showing members of the medieval military order the Knights Hospitaller. (1)
Hayreddin Pasha most famously known as Barbarossa (Italian for “Redbeard”) (2) had rose to prominence harassing the Spanish/ Portugese shipping lanes and further conquering Algiers. In the course of his actions, he was appointed Admiral of the Ottoman Navy. Amongst his many feats, Barbarossa defied the combined sea powers of Papal States, Spain, the Knights of Malta, and the Genoa and Venice Republics in a sea crusade organized by Pope Paul III (Greece) in 1538. “Row with you heart, victory is on the horizon” exclaimed Barbarossa as the occupants of his ships carved through the choppy waters. I could only imagine the onslaught of cannon fire pummeling the ships interior as the showdown took place with many a ship sunken to the depths. It was not meant to be for the Crusaders as the wind in their sails faltered. What a capitulation that must have been with all the fervour of the combined forces of the Crusaders dissipated. Amidst all odds, Barbarossa and his crew achieving a monumental and smashing victory was no small order. What a euphoric experience that must have been. Feasts and revelry, pomp and circumstance and all. The privateer had definitely earned his stripes in the Ottoman Sultan’s eyes.
Battle of Preveza (3)
Talking of feasts and revelry, my relationship with food had not subsided either. Drifting back to reality and not long my afterthought came a plate of manti – a type of ravioli found in most central Asian countries ranging from Afghanistan to Turkiye. Though the names may slightly differ, the context of the meal was the same. The sauce a little mild for my liking but the pieces of meat lovingly embedded within the folded dough for the tastebuds. I had had a similar meal on my travels in Afghanistan so it was similar in both taste and texture. The salad looked so appealing; one would think this was prepared in a fine restaurant. You could tell that Hamza had put his heart and love into it. What do you think? This was definitely worth a instagram moment! A piece of art and I’m sure you may have seen better but with the setting of the sun, the cool vibes not to mention Nedim’s eclectic soulful music in the background and all the thoughts swirling in my head of my new found love of this place, I just wanted to savor the moment. You probably would too. Oh and the salad tasted scrumptious.
Presentation was delightful!Manti/Mantu
Sure, there are many restaurants that offer the finest that Antalya has to offer. However, not all may offer such a welcoming quote nor the heart warming hospitality that Antalya has to offer. The food, the ambience but above all, the charm and positive nature of Hamza and his friend Nedim added to the flavour. I’d like to say we became friends over a meal as we spoke about a myriad of subjects of life.
Hamza – owner of Yummy Yummy!
Have a visit to Yummy Yummy and may you receive the same warmth and hospitality that I did. In the end, it’s not only the food that matters, it’s the overall experience that counts.The food is definitely yummy. Say hello from Kabul when you do visit!
I had a surreal experience. Yesterday morning for Eid prayer, the verse of the Quran – Wadu ha ha – one of my favorites – “Your Lord has not forsaken you” was read in a beautiful voice as the Imam led the prayer. I was sat next to an old man whose name I later would come to know as Ishak uncle. Dressed in a blue shirt and trousers and wearing a blazer, Ishak uncle asked where I was from and who my father was. The conversation took a turn. As I mentioned the name “Khan sahib” – as my father was known as – to my surprise, Ishak uncle’s eyes lit up; his smile beaming and one that showed his teeth. Ishak uncle started off with, “your father was a very good and dear friend of mine, I pray for him in the night and the day”. Many years had passed since father had left us. My heart swelled, I nearly cried. I felt my father’s presence nearby, I don’t know how to explain it. Ishak uncle went on to say, “your father was a great and pious man, we used to open our fast in Shabi Bharaat too together”. My heart swelled more as I recalled how my father would fast for days on end, that in his last moments of his life, he would pass away as he observed a fast on the first day of Dhul Hijja. “Your father used to make tasbeeh – prayer beads for worshippers in the mosque and he would not charge anybody; wealthy people used to make orders and your dad refused the money. I used to tell your father, Khan Sahib, you should charge them for your craft but he used to wave it away and laugh it off.Your father was so dignified and humble.”
Modern Tasbeeh
As he spoke, I wandered to a distant memory in the catacombs of my mind; one of when I was a younger. I would sit at my father’s feet, the threads latched to his toe as he plied away with the prayer beads through the threads – all 99 in remembrance of Allah. Weaving the wool threads at the end so lovingly, my father would make intricate symmetrical designs – crimson blue crisscrossed with pearlescent white akin to the shrines of Mazar e Sharif or Samarkand. A skill few commanded. Often, my father would collect beads from the floor that had been accidentally torn from the threads to be left on the windowsill. Tenderly, my father would collect the beads and thread them once more in silk and fashion yet another piece of art in wool bringing back to life the use of the tasbeeh for the worshipper. I once asked my father, “Dada, you work so hard on this, you should charge people for this”. “My son”, he replied “I do this as a mark of respect; I receive the blessings and that is all I ask. For the one who uses this tasbeeh, I receive equal in reward. This is my investment and will help me in my akhirah.Sadqah Jarriyah”. Those words felt they had echoed into eternity.
The Blues of Samarkand
Hues of magenta and cream, turquoise and dark blue and the like crisscrossed in knitted supreme wool hung across the many nailed walls of Zakariyyah mosque. A testimony of his craftsmanship and legacy for his reward. I prayed that the reward of the prayer beads would outweigh any misdeeds my father may have committed.
Beaming with happiness and elated beyond measure, my trail of thought came back to Ishak uncle’s words. I exclaimed “oh uncle, you have blessed me with two Eid’s, one for performing the Eid prayer and the second, hearing you recount the memories of my father and meeting you”. I recalled my father state to me before he passed away “My son, when I am gone, please visit and look after my friends the way I did for they will feel contentment that I am still there with them”. Over the years, I followed that request religiously often visiting my father’s friends; a doctors appointment here with Zakir Uncle, a foot massage there with Bilal’s dad and often receiving a thumbs up with a smile of contentment. I believed that I had been blessed to be of service. Meeting Ishak uncle was the self-fulfilling prophecy. I am my fathers son. “May Allah bless your fathers soul. I am so happy to see you, Khan Sahib’s son” exclaimed Ishak uncle as his eyes glazed with emotion. In that moment, I felt like I had fulfilled my father’s request – an emotion that had been dormant for so long had been unleashed. Happiness. Bidding my farewell and Eid salutations to Ishak uncle, I soon left to the cemetery and paid my respects to father and to all those who had passed on. Pondering on what had happened, I felt once again that this is a time of celebration for my father’s life. A remembrance of the good that had transpired and one in which I aspired to do. Happiness comes in different forms. This was my happy Eid. Gratitude in all forms.
The holy month of Ramadan is a sacred time for Muslims – a time of fasting, introspection and prayer. It can be thought of as a spiritual detox if you will – Not sure about losing the weight though. It is celebrated as the month during which the Prophet Muhammad (PBUH) received the initial revelations of the Quran. Each day during Ramadan, amongst other aspects, Muslims do not eat, drink or smoke from dawn to sunset – not even water. Those exempt from fasting include children who have not reached puberty, the elderly, those who are physically or mentally incapable of fasting, pregnant women, breastfeeding mothers and travelers.
Fasting isn’t just about abstaining from food and drink though. It is a form of spiritual training/healing. Ramadan is also a time for unity and spiritual reflection and Muslims spend time praying, reciting the Quran and doing good deeds. They donate to charity and spend time with loved ones. Muslims also aim to avoid impure thoughts and bad behavior. The one who fasts will reflect on what they have leading to a sense of gratitude. This has led many Muslims to partake in charitable acts for the less fortunate. I had the honor of being involved in a number of charitable events over the years that led me to far-flung places like Afghanistan and Pakistan to distribute aid that my group had organized and collected.
When is Ramadan?
Ramadan 2022 began at sunset on Friday, April 1 and will approximately end on Sunday, May 1. Ramadan is the ninth month of the 12-month Islamic calendar, a lunar calendar that’s based on the phases of the moon. The lunar calendar falls short of the solar calendar by 11 days. As a result, Ramadan doesn’t start on the same date each year and instead passes through all the seasons. When Ramadan falls in the winter, the fast will be shorter; in the summer it can be quite long and intense as the days go longer and sunset approaches at nearly 10 pm.
What is Iftar? My observations of Ramadan.
Iftar is the Arabic word for “break”, which in the literal sense means to break the fast.
The initial breaking of the fast isn’t a huge meal; it’s typically just a date and a glass of water or some other type of drink such as fruit juice or milk. It is said that eating dates after a long day of fasting can help the body’s blood glucose levels quickly return to normal. In equal measure, Muslims also observe Suhoor, a time before dawn when a person observing the fast has a meal. It could consist of dates and water or porridge to keep the body sustained for the day. I have started having Icelandic yoghurt combined with fruits and abit of granola and it works a treat!
As a child, my mum on most occasions would make “chaplee kebab,” a native dish of North West Pakistan consisting of meat garnished in herbs/ spices and shaped in the form of a pattee and fried. I would run along to the mosque like all other kids would and pile the food. The aroma of the exotic spices from the different delicacies would make my mouth water.
Chaplee Kebab
The call for prayer from the muezzin – (the one who calls to prayer loud from the speakers) would sound the alarm (in our stomachs!) for all of us to break our fast. By the time we got home after prayer though we would be mostly full, which at times made my mum cross as she had made such fine dishes!
As I grew older and started to travel more, the experiences of Ramadan differed from country to country. Having resided in the cosmopolitan city of Dubai, UAE for a period of time, I was able to witness the diverse melting pot of cultures that overlapped each other both in cuisines, sights, sounds and traditions. Delicacies from the Middle East included a range of platters from hummus, fatoush to kibbeh and a range of healthy grilled dishes.
Hummus (1)Kibbeh (2)Fattoush (3)
The famous Shorba, also known as Arabic lentil soup, consisting of a mix of vegetables and protein, always hit the stomach with ease before I indulged in the savory dishes.
Arabic lentil soup (4)
Having the famous dish in many a household of the emirates – Harees (a porridge like mixture wheat and meat simmered overnight infused with herbs and spices to meet ones taste was something that I always felt nourished with.
Harees (5)
Dubai really knows how to celebrate Ramadan in style – they have lavish Ramadan tents all across the city (in hotels and other locations) offering customers an array of delectable cuisines. Another great spectacle to experience is the sound of the boom from the Ramadan canon, which reverberates in different parts of the city to mark the time of Iftar. Before the invention of loudspeakers, watches or televisions to notify the time for Iftar, this method was common practice in the Middle East – some say originating as far back as the 10th century in Egypt.
Ramadan Canon at Sheikh Zayed Mosque, Abu Dhabi (6)
Having embarked on a coach journey to mecca over a 10 day period, I was able to experience the birthplace of Islam and where it all began. People from every denomination, creed, colour and race converged at the black cube to sit side by side and await the muezzin to call for the prayer. Nothing lavish; dates, water and fruit were the order of the day and that suited me fine! In fact, it is meant to be this way. No pomp nor circumstance – just a feeling of spiritual elation.
My trip to Makkah – Facing the Qibla, Saudi ArabiaIftar in Medina, Saudi Arabia (7)
Growing up in a household where spice was a main condiment in most dishes meant that foods from the Indian subcontinent suited my taste more. From fruit chaat to Pakoras, samosas and kebabs to heartier dishes of Pilau rice and biryani and everything in between.
Pakora from the Indian subcontinent (8)
Samosas from the Indian subcontinent (9)A variety of kebabs to work your appetite (10)Ramadan Spread! (11)
And in the subcontinent, one cannot go without the famous Rooh Afza sherbet – rose water drink infused in milk or water that will definitely quench ones thirst.
Rooh Afza (12)
My Ramadan experience in my ancestral lands of Peshawar and beyond was a soulful experience in itself. It was a time to unwind with family but also on occasions, I had the honor of taking part in charitable activities, which many Muslims pursue to earn an increase in spiritual reward.
Internal Displacement Camp in North West Pakistan
My road trip to the ancient city of Kashgar in the Xingjiang province of china was equally a monumental experience. Arriving at an ancient mosque, I could not speak a word of the local Uighur language and through some sort of sign language, we were able to communicate with each other. Beckoning me forward, one of the elders offered me a slice of watermelon as the sound for the call of prayer could be heard. The Arabic language in which the holy Quran is written transcended all languages dating back 14 centuries and I was fortunate to witness in far flung china the extent to which the religion of Islam had intertwined in the eastern culture. The companionship felt here was deeply humbling.
Breaking fast with the Uighur community in Xingjiang Province, China.
The one experience of observing the fast that strikes me most was when I was staying at a friends’ place in Islamabad, Pakistan. I had planned to break my fast at the local bazaar but by the time I had gotten there, the shops had already closed. Left in search of something to break my fast with, I looked around and witnessed a number of street children rolling out a plastic sheet at the side of the road. A van had momentarily arrived and sliding the side door open, the driver with his helper lifted a large deg (cauldron) of sorts and started to serve the children with plates of rice and watermelon. Beckoning me forward, I asked for some water as I didn’t want to intrude. The helper exclaimed “your provisions were written for you before you were here. Come sit with us. The time is upon us.” Sitting cross-legged amongst these kind folk, I felt humbled to observe breaking my fast with such gentle people. That experience truly let me realise the true essence of Ramadan. There are people in the world who have nothing to eat at times and this was a stark reminder that I was most fortunate – a truly humbling experience.
Eid Mubarak
The holy month of Ramadan culminates with a massive celebration called the “Feast of Breaking the Fast” – Eid Ul Fitr. The night before Eid is announced, the sighting of the new moon needs to be observed.
During the Eid celebration, Muslims greet each other by saying ‘Eid Mubarak’, which is Arabic for “Blessed Eid”. As it comes after a month of fasting, sweet dishes and foods are often prepared and consumed during the celebration. Muslims generally dress in new clothes, offer prayers and visit each other’s homes, sharing their stories, experiences and gratitude attained during Ramadan.
Eid Mubarak! (13)
Islam is a beautiful, peaceful and inclusive religion practiced by close to 2 billion people on every continent on Earth. I am proud and humbled to share with you and the community we serve a better understanding of the wonderful tradition of Ramadan.
I’m trying to articulate into words the experiences I have had on my travels in Pakistan. I’m finding it difficult in doing so having recently returned back to Dubai. I haven’t posted as much as I’d like to and needed a break from social media – You should be out there absorbing what was being experienced right! Right?
Taking a brief pause at Hopper Glacier.
From the very onset, crisscrossing the three corners of the country by plane, train and automobile, (The Khyber to the west, Khunjeerab to the far north and the Wagah border to the east), I can safely say, what an enthralling, whirlwind adventure it has been.
Behold! The Khyber Pass – Gateway to the subcontinent. Marauding armies tread through this very land; the likes of Alexander the Great, Darius of Persia, Genghis Khan to name a few. Oh and Kabul the Great as my nieces call me!
Nothing quite like a statement – Stara Mashey, Pa Khair Raghlay (Pashto) Welcome in peace, may you never be tired.
Babe Azaadi Gate – The gate of freedom at Wagah border.
Meeting Chinese tourists at Khunjeerab Pass – The highest border post between China and Pakistan at 16,000 ft.
Whether it has been wandering through the mountains, captivated by the colossal peaks (the three chains – Hindu Kush, Himalayas and the Karakorum), climbing across glaciers that have withstood millennia, being in awe of the galloping horses competing at the Shandur Polo festival (the highest Polo range in the world), watching the native Kalash (some say descendants of Alexander the Greats army) get merry at their festival or being captivated by the splendor of the monuments of the Mughal era; the adventure has been exhilarating throughout.
Amazed at nature – Frozen waterfall somewhere on the Karakorum highway.
Meeting folks getting merry at the Kalash festival.
“He’s alright” she said as the Kalash women picked their partners as part of the local rituals.
The duo who danced so well.
The elders of the Kalash.
Kalash warrior with his ancient spear reenacting scenes of old.
Polo player of the Chitral team. Once a year, riders from both the Chitral and Gilgit teams battle it out on the field to reign supreme at 12,000 feet.
A moment with Captain Sikander of the Chitral polo team.
The Badshahi Masjid (Emperors Mosque) of Lahore built by Mughal Emperor Aurangzeb.
Equally heartwarming and fascinating to witness were her people of every denomination who were so pleasant and friendly. The kindness and generosity of the people of Pakistan holds no bound and their hospitality reigns supreme. Whether at Hunza valley in the north, the streets of Peshawar (one of the oldest cities in Asia) the cultural scenes of Lahore or the hustle and bustle of life in Karachi; the inhabitants expressed their sense of hospitality in their own beautiful way. From the cobbler and the vegetable seller who always had a service with a smile, to the upper echelons of society; each provided a sense of hospitality that I hadn’t quite experienced.
The tea maker of Peshawar.
One of the best pilau I ever had aside from my mum’s of course!Peshawar Qissa Khana Bazaar.
The fruit seller of Islamabad. Always cheerful and service with a smile.
Along the way, I met strangers from near and far who became extraordinary friends; too many names to mention who all have left a special mark. You know who you are. To witness the delight in their eyes as they became exposed to the customs and culture of Pakistan was just so wonderful.
Kungfu moves – An adventure at Hopper Glacier
Whether traveling with my own group, with locals or international tourists who are now turning up (don’t be surprised when tourism booms here in a couple of years), it felt finally my prayers were answered. Imagine having spoken about this region for as long as I can remember and for the people of the world to witness the beauty of this region for themselves now. Finally! Some were taken aback, others astonished. There are too many stories to share.
One example was to journey with the founders of the British Backpacker Society Samuel Joynson, Johannes Pelk on a tour of Peshawar or when I and my fellow travelers (Matt and Graham) whilst wandering through the streets of Peshawar struck a conversation with a chef from a famous eatery in Peshawar.
Traveling with Haris and the founders of the British Backpackers Society – Sam, Johannes, Michael. These guys confirmed Pakistan as the number one destination for travel in 2018/19 for natural beauty and hospitality.
Matt and I showing our cooking skills to the locals.
The conversation ended up with us being invited to not only eat but have the honor to cook in his restaurant! A proper cook-off session ensued between me and Matt. To watch the locals swap places and act like tourists, phone cameras in their hands was a surreal experience. As can be in Peshawari fashion, we were treated like royalty. Talking of royals, William and Kate came along on a whirlwind adventure of their own and didn’t they do well!
I witnessed the seasons change from spring, summer and the advent of autumn and what a beautiful sight it was. From the bulbs of the famed apricot and cherry trees that bloomed in the mountains of Hunza showcasing a miraculous canvass of colors; hues of white, pink and shades of purple intermingling to form a kaleidoscope so riveting, one could spend hours and be in wonderment.
Overlooking Mt. Rakaposhi at 7,788 meters. No matter how many times I look at this view, I still find myself in awe like it was the first time I set eyes upon this valley.
Cherry blossom of Hunza/Nagar valley of Gilgit.
I couldn’t believe my eyes when I came across this. Kundal dam at Swabi in between Islamabad and Peshawar. Many hidden gems waiting to be explored.
Further afield to the northwest of my ancestral lands, fields of golden brown wheat as far as I could see swayed with the wind. Bathing in the waters of the local tube well on a hot sunny day gave me much respite. Equally mesmerizing was to wander in the fields as dusk and witness the last rays of the sun dip behind the mountains. What a sight. The fresh juice of Pakistan’s famed mangoes of the south was a sweet treat on a sunny day too.
Summer respite at the local tube well. Used for irrigation purposes but at temperatures rising to 35- 40 degrees, the locals have a dip to cool off. There’s nothing quite like it, which is exactly what I did. Everyday!
The calmness of these wheat fields was just magical. Doaba, Khyber Pakhtunkhwa.
Cherry blossoms at her finest. Hunza/Gilgit.
Oh did I mention how delicious the food is. My goodness. From the Wok fried mutton of Peshawar or the Kabuli Pilau or the chappal kebab to the Bandu khan Karahi special, there’s something for everyone! The sweet treats are something else too. From Peshawari Falooda to walnut cake of Hunza too . Oh and down it with some Peshawari Qahwa!
Beef Pilau of Qissa Khana Bazaar, Peshawar.
Cool in the gang! Being served the finest pilau.
Bandu Khan Karahi of Lahore. This was one unforgettable dish.
The Chappal kebab. Succulent morsels of meat mixed with herbs and spices perfected by the Ustaz (teacher).
Nan bread – staple diet for all types of occasions.
Falooda of Peshawar. Kulfi ice cream made of the milk of sheep/ cow added with vermicelli. A sweet retreat from the summer heat.
Shnay chai (Green tea) of Peshawar – Qissa Khana Bazaar.
Herbal tea and walnut cake of Hunza.
Witnessing the first-ever high altitude marathon at some 16,000 ft was a feat both for the runners, the organizers and the spectators. I’ve been countless times up the Karakorum highway but to walk down and bear witness was something unique.
The winding Karakorum highway – the largest paved highway and coined as the 8th wonder of the modern world.
Oh, and to get the royal treatment by the Pakistani Air Force and witnessed flying in the cockpit of a C130 Hercules plane put the feather in the cap.
Forward in rank! Allow me to introduce to you the Hercules C130. What a machine.
Cool in the gang! The athletes of the khunjeerab marathon. What an inspirational bunch.
And where it all began or where it ended on this monumental trip. The first time I recall coming to Pakistan was when I was about 8 years old arriving at Karachi. My dad took the whole family on a train journey and we got to see the length and breadth of Pakistan. All the way to Peshawar.
I guess that’s where my sense of adventure and travel began. Many years later, I would embark on a train journey. Only this time, a 30-hour journey from Rawalpindi to Karachi. Sat in the compartment, memories of old rekindled once again. How time passes by. A miraculous moment, I searched and found a long lost friend of my father, 30 years later. They say, when the hearts are close, the feet will lead to them. What a turn of events.
It has all been so spectacular. It feels like I went to Narnia and came out of the cupboard.
Feel the force at the Husseini bridge! I call this the bridge of faith and not for the faint-hearted! The locals walk past this everyday carrying sacks of vegetables. I thought I’d make my mark here!
There is an energy I can’t really put into words to this place. I tried! So do come along and enjoy the surroundings of this majestic land. Who knows, it may grow onto you. I know it has with me and many others that I met on the way. So. What are you waiting for? Come along and enjoy the fun. Join me on the Way to Wanderlust.
One of the greatest events for people of determination took place recently in Abu Dhabi; The Special World Olympics. Athletes from all over the world came to show case their skills in a variety of sports ranging from athletics to tennis. All 7,000 athletes in unison. And did they perform well!!! One in particular was Team Pakistan.
The first glimpse I had of some of team Pakistan was when I encountered them competing against china in a football match. I arrived at the last few crucial moments and what a delight it was. Pakistan won the match too clinching gold!
Oh and they made sure the spectators knew about too with their chants of “Pakistan Zindabad” – Long live Pakistan. And if that wasn’t profound enough, I was informed by the coach that it was the first time in Pakistan’s history – 29 years to win gold in football. You could feel the passion and energy emitting from within. What a moment. History was made.
I could not have been prouder to witness such a display of professionalism and team work on and off the field. These special athletes like the athletes at the event are what make any athlete proud around the world.
The momentum carried on for Pakistan as they bagged 18 gold extra gold. What a glorious moment. You all made us proud. Everybody was a winner. A special thankyou to all the the athletes spectators and above all the coaches who made this possible.
Pakistan Zindabad
P.S I think the video will give a illustrate how emotional this was.
One of the greatest events for people of determination took place recently in Abu Dhabi; The Special World Olympics. Athletes from all over the world came to show case their skills in a variety of sports ranging from athletics to tennis. All 7,000 athletes in unison. And did they perform well!!! The emotions that were felt both by the athletes as well as the spectators and our workforce was equally contagious. It was truly remarkable to witness such a grand spectacle. Having the responsibility of managing the check – in section of the awards ceremony with our amazing team was both a privilege and honor.
We got to witness the spectators line up for the check in, excited to receive their medals. We got to cheer them on as they sat down, waiting patiently backstage in the tent.
And we got to see them rise up to the occasion as they took stage on their respective positions as their names were called out. Fists thumping in the air in a show of triumph, one could feel the energy as each one of the participants received their medal from a selected presenter for the event. What a glorious moment this was. An inspirational moment beyond measure.
The athletes had conquered their fears and won beyond measure and you could see it in their eyes. As someone who experienced close family members go through the circumstances, this hit home.
A wave of euphoria mixed with adrenaline hit me as I was awash with fervor. This coupled with the anthem for the champions league in my head – if you know, you know. CHAMPIONS!!!I can’t even imagine what the participants felt like. This was one of their finest moment. Everyone was a champion.
Equally important was experiencing the delight of the spectators – friends and family who had come to support their loved ones particularly their mothers, fathers beam with pride as their children took to the podium. My wholehearted respect. I must admit, in all the euphoria I was experiencing, I couldn’t help but shed a tear.
There are no better words that can be aptly put than this first characterized of the Special Olympics “Let me win but if I cannot win let me be brave in the attempt”. Indeed everybody was a winner.
As for the team, they did exceptionally well and I could not have asked for a more committed group of volunteers. Quoting from the Jamaican team – shout goes out to Zaur, Jen, DJ, Oriol, Ahmed, Abdullah, Diseree, Monsef, Fallah, Arya, Omar, Elshad, Aya, Marah, Lynn, Magly, Natalia and the countless team members from Etihad – You did us proud. Big up yourself!
Thankyou AbuDhabi for hosting such a spectacular event.
The below video is a glimpse of the people who contributed behind the scenes to make this event a success. Bravo.
The first ever marathon was held recently in the scenic Naltar Valley in northern Pakistan. Organised by Z Adventures in association with the Pakistan Airforce and Serena Hotels, the event showcased over 100 prominent marathon runners from different parts of the world including Argentina, Egypt, France, Germany, Netherlands, Pakistan, Poland, Tunisia UK, USA , etc. For some, it was their first marathon, for others it was their 620th! Alongside the international participants running were the armed forces of Pakistan including the famed SSG Commandos.
The night before the race saw a spectacle in itself with the local musicians playing tunes to a roused audience before dinner commenced. In fact, even the participants went all out and belted some dance moves that would rival even the likes of Mick Jagger. It was great to witness everyone enjoy the atmosphere even if it was the night before the marathon! Its all about the Eagle dance as you can see!
The race
Waking up with 2 hours sleep and the coldest shower ever, I alongside the media crew had to be at the top of the mountain at 04:00 hours; ready for the participants to arrive at the starting position. The silhouette of the moon could be seen emitting the lasts rays as our legs dangled off the chairlifts carrying us to the top. The sound of the faint wind coupled with the creaking of the chairlifts gave a chilling effect. Peering behind me, I was left stunned at the scale of what I saw. There in the distance, I could see jagged peaks reaching to the sky sloping down to little villages and hamlets. Though we were surrounded by colossal peaks, the chill did not give us respite. There’s something about these mountains that give me goosebumps; this coupled with the Himalayan winds sent a shiver of wonder down my spine.
The media team that I was dispatched with took up positions on the outer perimeter, just in view of the oncoming runners. I could see the participants in the distance mingling together as they disembarked of the ski chairlifts. They slowly creeped up in a surge of energy.
I was feeling a little nervous and I wasn’t even doing the race. I couldn’t imagine what the participants were going through. I had experienced running a marathon in Dubai and recal the energy and nerves swirling in my stomach. This was something totally different.
Perched like eagles at 11,000 feet, we waited. The morning rays crept high at the mountain peaks as the participants thronged towards the starting position.
Stretching their muscles, one could sense a mixture of nerves fueled with adrenaline about to explode. Palms sweating, a skip of a heartbeat here, an exhale of air there; this was the moment. Nothing could prepare them for what they were about to discover.
And just like that, 3,2,1 a seismic shift of energy surged as the runners roared forward. Over pebbles and rocks, the runners navigated upwards in unison. This was their finest hour and I couldn’t have been prouder to witness this spectacle. I’ve participated in marathons but this was no ordinary race. This was the toughest race anyone had done before through undulating terrain coupled with low oxygen levels; only the toughest would survive. My wholehearted admiration for each one was ignited. The last of the runners trotted and we had to act with precision speed and clamber with our equipment soon after. Hearts thumping, adrenaline infused, these champions reminded me of the “chariots of Fire”. Let’s get this started I said as I clambered on to the jeep that Wajahat, an acclaimed director from Pakistan, had arranged. As we drove behind the last of the runners, I could not help but feel a sense of adrenaline surge within me. Could you blame me?
Taking position at different parts of the valley, we joined the spectators to cheer on the runners who were in full throttle. The sun had now risen to cast her glow in what would have been a sleepy village. Instead, the chorus of sounds from the school children as well as the village folk demonstrating their support with their cheerful jubilations could be heard! This would have been a normal day had it not been for the marathon and so for the villagers, this was entertainment in itself! I would later learn from the runners that the support received from the villagers gave them more impetus than ever to run. I could imagine the adrenaline kick in with each cheer as the local villagers watched and clapped away. Watching them run was a mission in itself; cheering them on was my pleasure. At one point as the path sloped downhill, I could see the runners struggle as they clambered up uphill again. A painful moment to see but one in which my admiration for the runners was earned. It takes a certain type of character to try this out let alone in the mountain ranges of Pakistan. Here they were accomplishing a feat so grand in nature that it was monumental amidst the magnificence of these mountains. I was just in awe.
Looking at the time, I had anticipated the day to have flown by. The rays of the sun shone on such a beautiful piece of earth that even the runners commented later that they would stop at times and just look at the view. I can wholeheartedly relate to this.
Amidst the beauty that marveled the runners of Naltar valley that rivaled parts of Switzerland, their struggle was of equal measure; a paradox in itself. This was one of those Rocky Balboa stories. You against you.
The finale
At 3’45 mins, Aslam Khan from the Gilgit scouts managed to complete the 42 kilometer marathon. Oh, and this was his first marathon. Ok there’s something definitely in the water!
An outpouring of emotions was unleashed as the runners came on their last leg. For many it was jubilation. At last, it was finally over. The runners came in true form. What they must have gone through is beyond comprehension. I was left bewildered. How was it possible for these people to overcome such a feat? This was the toughest race their bodies could endure. I could feel the emotions drawn out; this had been a test on so many levels. Mission accomplished.
As for me, I was proud to see non-Pakistani’s in these parts. More so, to also here the warmth and hospitality that they had received.
The ceremony
The runners were awarded medals for their participation. A proud moment for all.
There were many interesting people with amazing stories that I would come across. Some had done marathons to get to the marathon day. Take for example, Dr. Sobhia who decided to run the half marathon having trained in the beaches of Karachi’s Clifton area. From planes, trains and automobiles through some of the toughest terrain, Dr. Sobhia managed to rough it out on the mountain the night before the event and still managed to succeed in accomplishing what she had envisaged to do. Bravo. Or take Yang who arrived from China on a last minute chance, who would then participate in the marathon and proceed on her bike and cycle back to china via the Khunjeerab pass. Then you had others too; Roger who was running for charity, David who recollected his memories of living in Peshawar 40 years ago, Jurgen whose marathons started at 40 and this was his 620th at 80 years old. All had accomplished special feats in their own way. I was amongst LEGENDS.
The ride back
Up until the last minute, I was under the impression that I’d be traveling by road. That is until Air Commodore Nadeem got me on a chopper! I can say it was an unforgettable experience. Somehow, I was under the impression that having watched the motions of a helicopter on screen, I would know what I was getting involved in.
That is until the particles of dust swept at my face with the gushing wind from the rotary blades as the helicopter came to a halt. Clambering aboard, we were all set and before long, the helicopter lifted up to showcase majestic views as we veered high above the mountains. This was a surreal experience to fly over treetops in this beautiful alpine forest and scale the mountain peaks. Naltar Valley from the top looked even more beautiful. As the helicopter came to a standstill at Gilgit airport, I was left a little bewildered; like i’d just been teleported!And just like that, we were in Gilgit in a full convoy of cars transporting us to our hotel.
And finally… Congratulations..
Everybody sees the winner but seldom will you appreciate the level of commitment in preparing for a race. Here’s to the heroes; Heroes of the world. A world of tenacity, endurance and determination. My utmost respect to the participants, the organisers of the event and thank you to both Mr. Ziyad and Mr. Nadeem for facilitating my stay. Wajahat, thank you for the jeep ride! Thank you to all the participants for accepting the hospitality from the people of Pakistan. May you all soar high. You will always be guests in our homes. And as for me, a story to be told for years to come.
Pakistan is definitely coming back on the map as a destination for travel. Watch this space people. Until next time!
Dubai recently hosted the world’s largest Islamic Economic conference. To mark this occasion, a week long series of events and activities was held leading up to the two day conference, themed on “A Shared Future”. The summit brought together a variety of speakers and influencers from around the world to share their insights and experiences in topics ranging from social impact entrepreneurship, utilizing block chain to building capacity for the fourth industrial revolution.
In a world where economies seem to be stagnating, forecasts are predicting spending power by the Muslim population of 1.6 Billion to rise to a whopping 2.6 trillion USD by 2020. Let that sink in!
One of the highlights at the beginning of the summit was when my friend Kamraan Siddiqui recieved an award for his company; Holiday Bosnia, which promotes Muslim style travel in postwar Bosnia. This aims to bring people together by combining tourism with philanthrophic and peace building initiatives. The award was presented by Crown Prince of Dubai and Chairman of The Executive Council, His Highness Sheikh Hamdan bin Mohammed bin Rashid Al Maktoum. Everyone remembers the marathon runner at the finishing line but does anyone stop to think of the effort leading up to the win? I do. I could not have been prouder for this gentleman. Hard work paid off.
Kamran Siddique – CEO Holiday Bosnia presented with award by Crown Prince of Dubai and Chairman of The Executive Council His Highness Sheikh Hamdan
What caught my attention was the depth of ideas and the variety of initiatives that were being presented in contributing to the welfare of the Muslim population. A kaleidoscope of thoughts sprang in my mind as the speakers took part in shaping the ideas of the future. Not just ideas but ideas that were being implemented. It was refreshing to witness the below panelists speak of their stories with such passion. The energy was contagious.
We had Thaslima Begum, founder of TEEK TAKA, a blockchain platform that would revolutionize transparency and sustainability in global supply chains. Thaslima’s emphasis was helping the garment workers of her native Bangladeshi community have a transparent system in place; one where the workers were to receive fair wage payments, contract hours and safe working conditions through her concept of digital identities. Thaslima emphasized that being innovative was key in todays changing markets. It was interesting to note how global corporations would now be more accountable for their actions through technology and how the global supply chain model would need to be reevaluated. Sustainability to the core. Watch this space people.
Hadi Partovi CEO of the education non-profit Code.org demonstrated his passion in computer science through the use of coding and how his program had established computer science classes in 25% of US classrooms, created the most popular curriculum platform for K-12 computer science, and launched the global Hour of Code movement that has reached over 100 million students. Wow. For someone like me who is not into tech as such, Hadi made coding sound very cool. Hadi mentioned how change is inevitable and that it has happened over the centuries and that although automation was occurring in industries such as transport and manufacturing, people should adapt to this and be innovative in their approach. With the advent of driverless cars, people would be able to live further away from the cities which meant (A) people would have time to do other things whilst traveling (B) build more communities as a result. Will history repeat itself? 100 years ago, there was an automation process with the arrival of the motor car. There are many pros and cons with the advent of Artificial Intelligence and there are many uncertainties that lay ahead. Hadi went on to state, humans had the capability to innovate, take for example the cattle rancher who was able to develop an app that would allow them to count their cattle! They would then be able to sell that product to other farmers too! This topic could go on forever. What a gifted human being Hadi is! Artificial intelligence has a contender!
I don’t even know where to begin with Mohammad Raafi Hossain! Mohammad has a number of diverse accolades and awards to his name; too many to mention! From being an entrepreneurial-minded strategist to being founder of Finocracy to being advisor to the UAE Prime Minister’s Office where he advises across several portfolios including the World Government Summit and Artificial Intelligence; the list goes on. And yet amidst all his attributes, he spoke with such humility and conviction. Mohammad’s emphasis was that technology needed to be embraced; it was inevitable that change would happen. Mohammed further went on to add that revamping of the education system was of paramount importance as the jobs of tomorrow would require a different set of skills sets. Would this happen and at what pace?
And then we had Mokhtar Al Khansali, founder of Port of Moka. To listen to Mokhtar speak so passionately about his background resonated with me. In between two worlds like most second generation children of the diaspora, Mokhtar had a yearning to reach out to his roots and to bridge the gap between history and modernity. Originally from Yemen and living in Brooklyn, Mokhtar spoke of how he intended to revive his ancient heritage of coffee cultivation tracing back 5 hundred years ago. Even from afar, I could feel the zeal in his voice as he spoke of how he wanted to help his community through his social enterprise scheme; one bean at a time through technology. Oh and escaping the war in Yemen too in the process! Mokhtar spoke of how technology allowed the consumer to understand the process of coffee cultivation and the steps taken in a transparent way. Utilizing social media platforms, Mokhtar mentioned how he was able scale up the business by providing opportunities to a generation of tech savvy individuals who had lost their jobs in the cities and had come back to the villages to work on the coffee farms. This also enabled a cross cultural experience to unfold to the world as consumers were able to get a glimpse of the real Arab world as opposed to the one witnessed through the media. When you get the chance, have read his book The Monk of Mokha. Wow. I felt like taking a leaf out of his book and reinforce my own endeavour to help my own communities.
Hashim Farooq, founder of Wisekai spoke eloquently of connecting communities through their skill set through his platform; Wisekai. The ability to connect people with a skill set that could be transferred to someone who required it was warmly received. Hashim further spoke of how teaching a skill, a craft, or experience would enhance engagement and cultivate cohesiveness amongst the communities through technology and that was his ultimate goal; community empowerment. It was also imperative that curriculums at schools be amended to adapt to the rapidly changing circumstances and that when events were to set in motion with the advancement in technology, individuals could be empowered. A case in point was people in retirement who could nurture the younger generation with their life long skills set. Imagine having nurseries built next to retirement homes and then imagine the transfer of knowledge not to mention the outpouring of love of the elderly to the future generations. There was much to explore on this matter as there was an abundance of knowledge that could be transferred and received. The world is their oyster. Literally.
Abdur Rahman Sayd, Executive Director of Algebra spoke of the prophetic communication as he conveyed the story of the encounter between the Prophet Muhammad (PBUH) and a native of Yemen. The gift of speech – the master of human connection was emphasized to a mellowed audience – listen, give, connect, imagine, invite and love. I could not help but feel in awe of his message and the way Abdur Rahman presented it. It actually reminded me of the film The Message” – the only aspect missing was the harmonious music in the background. In todays dynamics, be the work place or in general, the six points above are in need more than ever. What if we were to espouse those same points?
Cool in the gang! Hashim Farooq – Founder of Wisekay and Chris Blauvelt CEO & founder of LaunchGood.com, the world’s largest faith-inspired crowdfunding platform.
Moosa Khoori, Head of Sharia at Dubai Islamic Bank spoke passionately with an entertaining talk about integrating ones life purpose with one’s job role. As he engaged with the audience, Moosa elaborated on his personal journey of how having ditched the normal career paths of his fathers choosing; being a doctor, lawyer etc, he wanted to become a Sharia scholar and live a life with purpose. Having struggled in his career path as we all do, he came to a halt one day and notified his heads of department that he wished to resign. Moosa conveyed to his peers of how dissatisfied he was in his current role as he wasn’t fulfilling his dream; that of being a Sharia scholar. In Moosa’s eyes, a scholar was someone who attained knowledge at an advanced stage in all aspects and then practiced it. When it came to his realisation after his discussion with his peers that; he should seek knowledge and put it into practice, that he was a scholar already and that gaining knowledge and practicing it was an evolving process, Moosa found an altogether new surge of energy to focus on. I could feel it in his voice and I could only imagine this being divine revelation for him. A paradigm shift had occurred. In his engaging speech, Moosa mentioned how he was to reflect upon the above words of wisdom and doubled his efforts. The amalgamation of his passion for scholarly work in Sharia coupled with his engaging personality enabled him to then receive another promotion. Moosa would become the head of the department!
Having witnessed the success in his own life, Moosa took it upon himself to replicate this with his colleagues and channel their energies to fulfill their goals both on a personal and professional level. Imagine having employees of a company strive for excellence whilst combining their personal attributes and goals. A win – win situation both for the company and the individual. Moosa gave an example of how one of his employees wanted to be a lecturer and so Moosa went to task by putting the time, effort and energy – (a comprehensive strategy and implementation plan that he carved out over the evenings and weekends) and coached his colleague to fulfill his dream. His colleague became a lecturer and head of training and waved at us with a beaming smile. These were not just ideas but ideas worth implementing and sharing. A life worth living. Wow. When asked if this would contradict the corporate goals of the company, Moosa spoke with conviction “I’m not worried about people leaving the company if they will be happy somewhere else, the right people will come my way”. A round of applause erupted. Gods will I thought. I must say, I never came across anyone like Moosa before and the world needs more mentors/leaders like him. A pioneer. Bravo.
Pause for a moment with this gentleman – Moosa Khoory: Head of Sharia at Dubai Islamic Bank
Mohammed Faris, founder of Productive Muslim is another powerhouse to look out for with a number of accolades including being on the top 500 Most Influential Muslims list. With a background in public speaking and engaging with countless audiences in becoming the best versions of themselves through a strategy of integrating the spiritual, physical and social aspects of life, Mohammed was able to strike a chord with the audience. What defines an Islamic Economy leader? How do they stand out? Mohammed spoke passionately cultivating the next generation of leaders through the concept of the abundance mindset in business; that businesses were an amanah – a trust and that sustenance should be for all. Mohammed further went on to speak of how setting up Barakah university; the first of its kind would be key in leveraging and implementing the abundance mindset of values and rituals of the Islamic faith. A counter narrative to the status quo of the capitalist ideals which had caused much disparity. When asked by the moderator why this had not been envisaged before, I wanted to reply – “But it has” There are countless examples of Muslim businesses over the centuries who have operated a business with an ethical mindset. This was indeed a good reminder to me as it was to all of us.
Now if there was one person to get me emotional, it would have to be Helianti Hilman. Helianti spoke of the origins of JAVARA and had the audience pause as she broke down whilst conveying her experiences of rural farmers who were in desperation and hopeless. Helianti spoke of how she managed to gather the smallholder farmers together and nurtured them back into the market by creating a platform that would enable them to contribute their products and serve the domestic as well as international markets. What struck me was how humble Helanti was. Helanti even launched her very own Javara Academy – School of Food Artisans, enabling a platform for young farmers, foragers and fishermen to become food entrepreneurs, creating and selling added value products from their commodities. Now imagine if we could all do that in some way. There’s one way of giving back to the community through charity, theirs quite another to provide the community with the resources for them to come out of poverty with dignity. A prime example sustainability and more so of teaching people how to fish! Bravo.
From left to right: Tariq Cheema – CEO World Congress of Muslim Philanthropists, Mohammad Rashid Ashraf – Secretary General of Pakistan Education Academy, Kamran Siddique – CEO Holiday Bosnia
From left to right : Rachid Ouaich – Co-Founder of Conexcap, Tariq Cheema – CEO of World Congress of Muslim Philanthropists, Houssam Chahine – Head of Private Sector Partnerships at UNHCR, Kimberly Gire – Founder of Global Women Leaders Strategic Philanthropy, Mohammad Raafi Hossain – Founder of Finocracy
Talking of how to teach people how to fish, it was interesting to hear the above panelists speak on the topic of Islamic Philanthropy, Zakat and the role of technology. With the advent of social media platforms, individuals were more engaged than ever before. However, it was always a point of contention with donors; would the recipients receive the aid/zakat?
Various points were discussed including trust and transparency. With the emergence of FINTECH platforms such as Blockchain, this meant greater transparency to the donors, which could be provided all round as Mohammad Raafi Hossain stated. Blockchain technology would also reduce the admin charges too, which amounted to as much as 50% of the donation given. A holistic approach with respect to public / partnerships and the use of technology was discussed. The banking, public, governmental and humanitarian sectors could converge and operate as with the case on a project in Jordan where zakat was being received via text message. Moreover, Kimberly Gire – Founder of Global Women Leaders Strategic Philanthropy emphasized how technology could be used build multi-layer partnerships, one in which refinancing could be arranged on a particular project way before a crisis occurred.
Dr. Tariq Cheema, founder of the World Congress of Muslim Philanthropists presented the argument of the shortcomings of Islamic philanthropy; Muslims were very generous in giving; estimated in the billions but the impact was lagging behind. Dr. Tariq was of the view that a paradigm shift needed to be set in motion whereby giving was more faith inspired than faith-based, that there should be investments made to the recipients of aid in contrast to previous methods of reactive aid and firefighting. Providing the necessary tools to the recipients so they could empower themselves to get out of poverty was key. Having worked in the field of humanitarian activities in the past, Dr. Tariq’s thoughts resonated with me. It is important that recipients of aid be shown “how to fish” as opposed to keeping them in a dependency mode. There was clearly more room for input on this matter. I hope that the usage of technology will enable philanthropic causes to be fully effective to those that are in need.
A prime example of the use of technology for the greater good; something close to my heart having worked with children in conflict areas was demonstrated by Francesco Cavallari, Founder and President of Video Games Without Borders, a nonprofit organization. Cavallari spoke of how after 15 years of being in the games industry, he sought to use his skills sets and with the help of his team created a game app called Antura. The idea behind the game would allow children to build foundational literacy in Arabic and improve the psychological well – being for Syrian children and others displaced. Cavallari went on to state that with the cost of just one euro, children could learn how to read and write. It is no wonder then that he won first prize amidst stiff competition in the Islamic Creative Competition organized by Dubai Culture and Arts Authority in partnership with Dubai Islamic Economy Development Centre. Bravo.
Group discussions regarding the state of the muslim economy – How might we 10x the global economy of our shared future. Some interesting discussions arose and our group in particular presented how “Halal could be cool”
There was much to ponder and to take away from this event. I felt motivated, re-energized and inspired to see people with passion and a cause to fulfill. I could feel the energy and it was incredible. It is through endeavours like the above that humanity can evolve and it is imperative that we showcase more stories like this. It’s time we rose to the occasion through nurturing each other to make the world a better place. These are just some examples of the potential of what the Muslim community can envisage doing for the greater good. Lets nurture these bright minds with brighter ideas, champion them and assist them in whatever way possible for them to reach their goals of making a brighter future not just for the muslim community but for the world in general. Uplift rather than exploit for a shared future. Hope in Humanity restored.
A big thank you to Dubai Chamber of Commerce, ThompsonReuters and to all the sponsors, participants and last but not least Dubai for hosting this event.
*Information collated from Global Islamic Economic summit report.
Kabul Wazir Mir 