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Humans Of New York Captures The Spirit Of Pakistan In These Heartwarming Photographs

"Pakistan" the land of beautiful people, magnificent countryside and perhaps one of the most misunderstood country in the world. It is not the land of the terrorists as projected. It is a nation very similar to any other where people love and care for each other. 

Thank you, Brandon Stanton of Humans Of NewYork for bringing this wonderful country alive with your photographs. This is the real essence of Pakistan. You are one hell of a Photographer

Humans Of New York Captures The Spirit Of Pakistan In These Heartwarming Photographs

Humans Of New York Captures The Spirit Of Pakistan In These Heartwarming Photographs

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The Most Adorable Grandpa!

The Most Adorable Grandpa!

"We lost their mother to a heart attack recently. And their father is overseas trying to find a job. So I'm currently Grandpa, Grandma, Mom, and Dad. Luckily I have five children and eighteen grandchildren, so I'm very experienced. There's actually one more child at home-he's eight years old. And none of them can fall asleep unless they are lying next to me. So I have to put the oldest one to sleep first. Then I get up quietly, and lie down between the other two. The only problem is sometimes they fall asleep on top of me."(Passu, Pakistan)

The important Things In Life

The important Things In Life

"On her sixth birthday, two of her friends came over and brought her presents. One of the presents was big, and the other was small. The friend who'd brought the big present was laughing at the smaller present. It was so hard for me to not intervene. I was so used to telling my daughter how to act and what to say. But I decided that this time I'd sit back and see how she responded. "I like both my presents the same," she said. And I remember feeling so proud, because I knew that what I'd been teaching her was working."(Karachi, Pakistan)

Lost Love

Lost Love

"I admired her from afar for a while, and eventually summed up the courage to tell her my feelings. She told me that she felt the same way. This was before cell phones, so at first our meetings were limited to random interactions on the street. But then we both got mobiles and started talking on the phone. Eventually she told me that she wanted to marry me. I sent my mother to ask her family for permission, but they didn't think I was a suitable match. They were a higher class of people. They were educated. Her father was a business owner. I tried to plead with them: 'I'm not paralyzed,' I told them. 'I work. Why am I not good enough?' But I was never given an answer."(Hunza Valley, Pakistan)

Goat!

Goat!

"What's your goat's name?""Goat."(Hunza Valley, Pakistan)

Swag

Swag

"I want to be a police officer.""What will be the best part about being a police officer?""The power."(Babusar Top, Pakistan)

The Naughty Innocence

The Naughty Innocence

"What are you doing?""Nothing."(Karachi, Pakistan)

The Question of Independence

The Question of Independence

"I want to have my own career. I don't want to depend on anyone else. But there's a view in our society that an independent woman doesn't belong here. She is not 'one of us.' So if you want to do some things on your own, they expect you to do everything on your own. And that's difficult. Because wanting to be independent doesn't mean I want to be alone."(Karachi, Pakistan)

I Always Had Been Outstanding!

I Always Had Been Outstanding!

"My mom is afraid of me studying abroad because she thinks I'll stand out too much. I asked her: 'How is that any different than here?'" (Karachi, Pakistan)

The Best Lesson (Also the most important)

The Best Lesson (Also the most important)

"I want to be a teacher, like my mom." "What's the key to being a good teacher?" "Don't hit the children." (Karachi, Pakistan)

The Grandfatherly Love

The Grandfatherly Love

"He's my only grandchild. Every time he does anything, I enjoy it. The other day he pulled down the TV set. I didn't even mind."(Karachi, Pakistan)

The True Wisdom

The True Wisdom

"My father was killed in a suicide bombing in 2003, while he was attending Friday prayers. We were at home. We'd prepared a lunch for him and were expecting him any minute. Suddenly our relatives began calling to ask if he'd been at the mosque. He left us a small, sweet message before he died. He said: 'I love you all and follow what I taught you.' The ambulance driver told us that he refused to be taken away, and that he insisted they treat other people first. We believe he was martyred. And we believe that those who are martyred never die. We think he's still with our family and shares our concerns. Whenever I am tense or nervous, or achieve something big, I smell him. He had his own smell. I don't know how to describe it."(Karachi, Pakistan)

Violence Doesn't define Us

Violence Doesn't define Us

"It seems that violence is the only lens through which ordinary people in Pakistan are viewed in the media. Even if it's a story about a Pakistani rock band, it will be set in the context of a violent society. There's nothing false about the perspective. Pakistan has a problem with violence. Violence is used to silence journalists, and judges, and moderate religious scholars. And it seems to be getting worse. Every time I see somebody on television speaking out in anger against extremism or corruption-I'll say a prayer for them. And every time one of those people is murdered, those of us who aspire to be like them grow a little more afraid. So it's not that the reports of violence are false. But they are only a small part of the truth. There's so much other life being lived here. But there's only so much space in international newspapers. And there's so much news in the world. So only the most jarring stories make the cut."(Karachi, Pakistan)

Growth

Growth

"I was never educated because I began working when I was a child. I was always envious of the boys who got to wear uniforms and go to school. This is her first month of school. She comes home and tells me exactly what happened, everyday. I love it. If I'm not home for a few days, she'll save up all her stories, then tell them to me all at once."(Lahore, Pakistan)

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