Tag: winter

The Clock Is Already Ticking – The Snow Is Coming In less than three weeks, the last road from Muzaffarabad to the upper valleys will close.Snow is already piling on the ridges above Shounter and Gurez. Once the white wall forms, no vehicle can pass—no blankets, no food, no firewood, no medicine. Critical Winter Period…
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A Journey of Hope It begins not in Kashmir, but in a warm living room in Birmingham.A mother, Sadia Malik, scrolls through the Kashmir Welfare Foundation website on a cold December evening. Her children sit beside her, watching a video of snow-covered homes in Neelum Valley. Winter Relief Journey — Impact Snapshot Tracking the path…
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From a Click in the UK to Warmth in Kashmir It begins with something simple — a click.A family in Leicester sits by their radiator one cold evening, scrolling through the Kashmir Welfare Foundation website. They see a photo of snow-covered roofs in Neelum Valley and read that one winter pack costs just £50. They…
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The Weight of Winter In Leepa Valley, dawn breaks not with birdsong but with silence.The mountains hold their breath; the trees bow beneath white weight. Inside a small house made of stone and patience, Samina Begum crouches beside a clay stove, coaxing fire from damp wood. Her hands are cracked. Her breath fogs in the…
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A House of Silence In Athmuqam, where the mountains press close and the Neelum River freezes at its edges, an old woman waits alone. Her name is Hajra Begum, age seventy-eight. Her house is made of stone and mud, its roof bowing under snow. A small clay stove crackles in the corner, its flame flickering…
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The Last Journey Before the Snow My name is Imran Shah, and I’ve driven these mountain roads for nearly a decade.Every winter, the same ritual unfolds — we load the trucks in Muzaffarabad, pray together at dawn, and drive north into the white silence. But this year feels different. The snowfall came early, heavy and…
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The Snow Came Early This Year My name is Rashid Khan, and I live in a small stone house in Phulwai, high above the Neelum River. They call our region the edge of the world, because beyond these mountains lies Gurez — where the roads vanish under snow for months. This year, the snow came…
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A Journey Through Snow and Silence My name is Faiza Ali, and I live in the heart of Muzaffarabad. Every year when the first snowfall dusts the peaks above our valley, a quiet fear sets in. For us volunteers, it signals the beginning of the hardest months in Azad Kashmir — and the most critical…
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The Road to Neelum We left Muzaffarabad before dawn, the truck stacked with winter packs—coats, quilts, and food parcels. By Athmuqam the tarmac was white, and by Kel it had vanished. The air burned our lungs. The radio warned of more snow, yet turning back meant leaving hundreds alone in the cold. Winter Packs Delivered…
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When Warmth Becomes a Luxury In the quiet valleys of Azad Kashmir, the beauty of winter hides a brutal truth. As snow falls gently over the pine trees of Neelum and Leepa, families brace for a season of survival. For many, warmth is not guaranteed — it is a privilege. Deep Freeze in Azad Jammu…
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