We lived in Kashmir valley, called as the “Heaven on earth”. We in this sentence refers to my family; my family that constitutes of my Abba, Ammi and 05 siblings including a 16 year old me; the eldest of all siblings. My name is Mariyam, we live away trem town and in a village at the foothills of high mountains; life here has its own challenges and perks. The place is so beautiful, serene, full of tranquillity and as pure as it can ever be. People here aren’t very social with each other; but they support each other in their tough and unpleasant times. Most of them go to South Kashmir and further to south; for earning their living and rest of the earning members in the house; undertake trivial tasks in the village itself. People here are religious, they believe “Lord Allah” will change their fate, will bestow them with happiness, food and resources; which I find very unrealistic and impractical. My family falling in the same loop visit a Masjid nearby my mohallah; on weekly basis asking “Allah” for best of health and happiness for everyone.