past Madinah, our automobile became dashing along the riverbank, and the muddy water below was pouring down from the embankments constructed on the banks of the river.

Swat, the valley of lakes and waterfalls, should be sacrificed to a roaring muddy river and scattered waves. Even a heartless servant would not want this. these days, whilst you look at the Swat River, the muddy water, and the noisy noise, this is not the river on the banks of which tourists come to relieve their fatigue. where couples put their toes in cold water and wander away in each other unaware of the sector and mafia.

today, the river at the banks of which children and cherished ones do no longer get bored with taking selfies, and guard its emerald-like water against the eye in their digital camera is not seen. They throw bhangras alongside its banks and perform atand (Pashtun dance). Later, by way of making these selfies and images the adornment of social media, the sector hopes to carry down the hills of pop.