Yours is the tomb, on the low hill,
In breezy pines, lies rest eternal
From thy children, who has stolen
Hath not found, peace on earth banal.
Holy is your shrine, silent disciples,
Until to you, where all those wander?
Sleek like lions, humble farers,
Beware thus, he sees his offsprings.
-To Musa Nika, the Dervish grand grandfather of Wazirs.
Sadiqullah Khan
Islamabad
June 20,2014.
Views over north Waziristan towards south Waziristan, photo by Hugh Sykes, Eddie Mair @ BBC RADIO
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