Sikandar

Hiker, Blogger, Photographer and an aspiring poet who loves to write and explore nature.

Journey through time is a chronological account of a a humble man with aspirations as tall as the mountains. The Journey of a boy named “Dholan” born in a small village who grew up to be a man rubbing shoulders with the future president, politicians and military establishment. It is a kaleidoscope of faith, passion and ambitions. A symphony of unsung songs and beautiful stories;

Stories..

We are all but stories of a distant past.
Woven on the lips of a curious child
and shared over a bonfire in a nomad tribe.
Whispered like long forgotten prayers.
Some that were answered, others that were not.
Timeless, like carvings in an underground cave,
waiting patiently for thousands of years
to be discovered by a strange wanderer.

Stories..
Of pains and sufferings.
Of hopes and dreams.
Of “what ifs” and “what was”.
Of small things that matter.
Like beads in the hands of a darvesh.
Counted again and again in a never ending loop.
Like the spinning and whirling in a sufi's dance.

Stories..

That can be seen in the architecture of an old castle.
That are painted on the canvas of life.
That are sung in an orchestra that only you listen to.
Echoing and bellowing like a child's cry.

Stories..

Some of them delicate like pages of an old book.
Sublime and fleeting like the fragrance of your favourite perfume.
Yet profound, like steep mountain cliffs.
Majestic in nature.
Mysterious to understand.
We are all but stories.

This book dives into such stories of faith, miracles, passions and dreams. Stories of patience and perseverance. Stories of travelling the world and exploring new cultures. Stories of walking the corrupt bureaucratic corridors with just an ethical compass and self righteous principles to navigate your way around the political jugglery. Stories of a son, a husband, a father, a world class scrabble player, a brilliant engineer , a cancer survivor and above all a beautiful human being. My Father, Abdul Razzaq Bughio.

Please do not hesitate to reach out to him for enquiries on how to get your hands on the book.

Email: arbughio@gmail.com

Traversing through a rain forest and water streams leads to a beautiful natural formation of an Eagle's head. This majestic structure casts its shadow on waterfall, caves and open ocean.

Located around 1 to 1.5 hours from the Sydney depending on the traffic condition, Royal National Park offers numerous

picturesque locations for all nature lovers and trigger friendly photographers. For more details: http://bundeenainfo.com/royal-national-park/

This particular track is called the Curra Moor track loop which is around 10 KM Grade 4 and expected time of the walk is 4-5 Hours. Do not forget to bring plenty of water and sun screen to protect yourself from the environment and always carry a first aid kit with a compression bandage.

The track starts with the dense forest with thick vegetation of flowers and foliage. You may encounter several species of animals(including snakes).

The track slowly cascades to a well defined path way with lesser vegetation and more open space. The effect of bush fire can be easily seen in the pictures.

You will also encounter several streams of cold water to refresh yourself after the long walk.

https://youtu.be/qazkcaoAvIk

And then feast your eyes on this beautiful landscape.

A clear blue sky and crystal clear ocean complete with its sea life,

It is truly a magical place to explore the nature. In winter season you might be lucky to spot some whales migrating to warmer water.

47 hikers joined me in this event organised by Sydhikers. Be sure to subscribe to their channels below and share with others to promote a healthy lifestyle. Don't forget to watch the full video below.

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And of course I saved the best for last. Enjoy the video :)

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Come sit with me and don't say a word.

Share you stories but don't say a word.

Of forgotten battles and unseen scars.

Like markings on the grave of an unknown solider.

Come silently walk to a special place,

which is warm like your first child's embrace.

Close your eyes, feel the calmness, and hear

the Universe with it's infinite wisdom and grace.

No ghosts from the past to haunt.

No worries of the future to taunt.

Just focus on this small tiny moment,

and let it be.

Silent, like intervals in a musical note.

Subtle, simple yet profound.

Like the sound of a turning page.

Magical in its own beautiful way.

Uncomplicated and timeless,

Silence.

Please support my work to encourage me to continue writing.

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She's walking down the aisle.

With a smile as pure as honey.
A gust of wind as smooth as silk.
A glimmer of hope.

A ray of light.

She's walking down the aisle.

With lovely clothes of crimson red.

A look of a saintly figure.
A voice of an angel.
A silent whisper.

She's walking down the aisle.

With eyes as deep as the sea.
A song of the morning bird.
A divine vision.
A picture of paradise.

She's walking down the aisle.
Like clouds floating in the sky.
Like an angel descending from heaven.

Like a drop of rain in the desert.

Like a promise never broken.

She walks down the aisle.
She asks me a question.
I have no words to answer.
And time stands still...

We are but stories of a distant past.

Woven on the lips of a curious child

and shared over a bonfire in a nomad tribe.

Whispered like long forgotten prayers.

Some that were answered, others that were not.

Timeless, like carvings in an underground cave,

waiting patiently for thousands of years

to be discovered by a strange wanderer.

Stories..

Of pains and sufferings.

Of hopes and dreams.

Of “what ifs” and “what was”.

Of small things that matter.

Like beads in the hands of a darvesh.

Counted again and again in a never ending loop.

Like the spinning and whirling in a sufi's dance.

Stories..

That can be seen in the architecture of an old castle.

That are painted on the canvas of life.

That are sung in an orchestra that only you listen to.

Echoing and bellowing like a child's cry.

Stories..

Some of them delicate like pages of an old book.

Sublime and fleeting like the fragrance of your favourite perfume.

Yet profound, like steep mountain cliffs.

Majestic in nature.

Mysterious to understand.

We are all but stories.

Please support my work to encourage me to continue writing.

Read more...

It had been an year of set backs and challenging times.

A journey to the unknown.

Of self discoveries and learning.

Of patience and perseverance.

Of personal battles and triumphs.

Of pain and suffering.

A journey of taking small baby steps.

Of keeping on moving no matter how slow.

Of letting go of something and making space for new.

Of appreciating small things in life.

Of being one with the nature.

Of solitude and long walks.

Of love and faith and everything in between.

Of countless stories and beautiful endings.

What a journey it has been.

Thank you for sharing it with me.

This year has not been the same.