Peshawar
In the olden days, the life of Pathans was full of honor, respect and loyalty, where every man considered his honor more than his own life.
Their market was also not an ordinary market but a special world, where clothes, carpets, leather bags and in the morning air. The scent of horses used to mix, and people would buy and sell, discuss and solve their problems with dignity.
Here the elderly would tell stories, the young would tell stories of bravery, and the women talked about their household chores, with the color of simplicity and reality.
It was clear to see. Pathans loyalty and truth were their identity—whatever was said, fulfilled, and if someone did injustice, they would stand against injustice.
The dust in the streets of the market, the stumbling of horses, and the voices of people used to make a beautiful poem, Where the fragrance of tradition and the truth of life was reflected in everything