“Our dreams of a home too died with the quake,” says Mohamamd Fareed (35), a carpenter. “First, we don’t have the resources. And then, it is impossible to bring material for reconstruction to this village.”
The villagers know they live in no man’s land. “When the shelling stopped, life had eased. Then nature turned our lives upside down. It’s our fate to live in this misery. It’s God’s wish,’’ says Abdul Raheem, the village numberdar. From across, the Pakistani army men watch us. The sun is setting as the leaves of the walnut trees flutter by. “Please remember us,” says Raheem before he bids goodbye.