A Cry in the Mountains: A Mother’s Plea for Help In the rugged hills of Neelum Valley, where steep tracks replace roads and silence dominates the valleys, a young mother named Shazia held her feverish child close. For three days, her two-year-old son, Bilal, had been burning with fever, his cries echoing through their wooden...
It was still early morning in the hills of Neelum Valley. Mist rolled down the slopes, wrapping the small village of Leepa in a cold, white silence. An elderly man waited on the roadside, holding his grandson’s hand. Nearby, a group of women stood with infants wrapped in shawls. They weren’t waiting for a bus...
