Hajra Bano

 " A new wave of young leaders is transforming politics, as they bring energy, fresh perspectives, and a commitment to tackling pressing challenges in society." By Hajra Bano In the beautiful valley of Kashmir, a young man from Dandipora district Anantnag, Muhammad Numan Chaudhary, Son of Shamshir Ahmed Chaudhary and Irshada Akhter,stepped into the world of social work after completing his higher education. With a Master’s degree in Social Science from Kashmir University and a Post-Graduation from IGNOU, Numan was driven by a strong desire to serve his community. Despite having no political background in his family, his passion for social service eventually led him toward a bigger platform—politics. In 2017, after years of working closely with people, he decided to join the Congress Party to make a larger impact on the lives of those around him. Why Youth Participation Matters Youth participation in politics is essential for any society, especially in a rapidly changing worl

  Redefining Paradise: New Forms of Tourism in Kashmir Stepping into Kashmir feels like walking into a dream. The towering, snow-covered Himalayas, the lush green valleys, and the crystal-clear lakes shining in the sun—everything looks like a painting brought to life. As the cool wind brushes my face, I can’t help but be amazed by the beauty of Gulmarg’s wide, green meadows and the calm waters of Dal Lake. Kashmir has always been a place people want to visit. But today, things are changing. The way people experience this paradise is evolving, with new types of tourism offering more than just the usual views. Traditional Tourism: The Heart of Kashmir’s Beauty For a long time, people came to Kashmir for leisure and pilgrimage. Many were drawn to the famous Mughal gardens like Shalimar Bagh, Nishat Bagh, and Chashme Shahi. These gardens, with their colorful flowers and beautiful fountains, tell stories of Kashmir’s rich history. They are peaceful places that have won the hearts of countle

  As a writer, I believe that voting is not just a right but also a responsibility for every citizen who wants to see change. Before claiming the right to vote, we must fulfill our responsibility. Both need to go hand in hand; we cannot ignore either. The system of government is similar to our personal lives. If you want good food at home, you need to step out, work, and earn money to bring groceries. Only then can you enjoy a good meal. The government and voting work the same way—you need to step out and cast your vote to have the government you want. It’s just like going shopping; you buy clothes that fit you, and only after trying them on do you know if they suit you. Similarly, voting is about making a choice. Whether the government is good or bad is something we can discuss later. Some people want everything for free, sitting comfortably at home. They expect the government to do everything for them, fulfill their every wish, but they don’t want to step out and vote. Have you ever

  Have you ever wondered why, even on the gloomiest days when the sky is heavy with clouds, a sunflower still turns its face towards the sun? What if I told you that this simple act of a flower could teach us profound lessons about faith and trust? As I stood before this steadfast sunflower, struggling with my own doubts and disappointments, I realized that its unwavering gaze was more than just a natural instinct—it was a powerful metaphor for how we should approach life’s uncertainties. Let me take you on a journey through this remarkable encounter and show you how a humble flower’s dedication can reveal the true essence of faith. One day, while wandering through a field, feeling heavy with the weight of life's troubles, I came across a sunflower standing tall among the grass. It was a cloudy day, and the sun was nowhere to be seen, hidden behind thick, gloomy clouds. But even in this dull weather, the sunflower's head was turned, as if waiting for the sun. I stopped and wa

Yesterday, I found myself running away from the weight of my responsibilities, wandering through a deserted forest, trying to escape—if only for a day. I wanted to live a life where no burden pressed upon my shoulders, where no one's expectations weighed me down. Just one day of pure freedom, where I could breathe without the suffocating grip of responsibilities. As I walked deeper into the silence of the woods, I noticed a man in the distance. His head hung low, shoulders slumped under the invisible yet overwhelming burden of his duties. His steps were heavy, each one echoing the weight of the responsibilities he bore. The sight of him stirred something within me—a realization that he wasn't just a man, but a father, a son, a husband, a brother. He was carrying the hopes, dreams, and demands of everyone he loved on his weary shoulders. His clothes were clean but old, like someone who once had dreams but now wore the faded fabric of time. His feet were clad in worn-out slippers