My memories of Rabwah are also of the mountains, the open sky, and the streets lined with trees so tall I would cramp my neck trying to see their tops. The air smelled like pine, mud stoves, and henna waiting to dry. Because there weren’t any tall buildings to obstruct the views, everything felt open. The sky was always crystal blue. The kind of freedom I experienced in Rabwah during family visits was unlike anything I experienced back home in Lahore.
