It was beautiful, littered with sights and sounds, bright colours and really interesting people...
inSpiring......and really weird road signs...
The journey to Shah's family took us over two weeks on land. They lived in Kabul. We made a few friends on our way there...
This is a picture of me and Shah's father--Haji Ayub Afridi.
The moment he saw me he asked, "Where are you from?" and i related to him the story which i had related to you up till now. And he said, "Is you mother's name [so and so]?"
I stared at him in amazement. "Yes i said. How do you know?"
"She was my half-sister. We had the same father, but different mothers. Your mother's mother was from Mumbai, my father married her there on one of his business trips. So, it seem's that fate has brought you back to your family?"
I nodded in amazement. "Yes, and that makes you my uncle?"
He smiled and said, "Uncle, and son-in-law my young man. Have you met my daughter Sooraya?"
And with that, began another episodic chapter of my life...
