Green Mountains
In summer the slopes around Jijal turn deep green — grass, pine and walnut trees climbing from the river up to the high pastures where families graze their animals.
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My home: Jijal and Dhup Valley in Lower Kohistan — its mountains, river, villages and people.
Jijal lies in Lower Kohistan, Khyber Pakhtunkhwa, along the mighty Indus River where the Karakoram Highway winds between towering mountains. Green terraced fields, walnut and pine trees, stone villages and warm, hospitable people — this is home.
In summer the slopes around Jijal turn deep green — grass, pine and walnut trees climbing from the river up to the high pastures where families graze their animals.
The great Indus flows through Kohistan in a deep gorge — turquoise in summer, powerful after rain. The Karakoram Highway follows its banks, linking our valley to Gilgit-Baltistan and China.
Families farm small terraced fields of maize, wheat and vegetables, cut by hand into the mountainside. Life is simple, hard-working and deeply connected to the land and the seasons.
Tap any photo to view it large. Scenery of the northern mountain valleys of Pakistan — the world my daily scenic Shorts celebrate.




Dhup is the small mountain village I proudly call home — a handful of houses resting on a green shoulder of the mountains in Jijal, Lower Kohistan, Khyber Pakhtunkhwa.
This corner of Kohistan is a painter's palette that changes with every season — the colours of nature in their purest form. In spring the hills turn a hundred shades of green. In the monsoon, white clouds fill the valley below our homes like a sea, and the mist hides and reveals the peaks by the hour. Autumn gilds the slopes, and winter dresses everything in silent white — pine forests, fields and our own rooftops alike. These photographs, taken in and around my home village between 2024 and 2026, are my attempt to share that beauty with you: the same views that greet me every morning, and the mountains behind every video on my channels.