Bazaars and mazaars: A day in Multan
Just the mention of Multan conjures up an array of dreamy images in my mind. When I first came to Pakistan in 2006, it was Multan, not Lahore or even Gilgit-Baltistan, that I was most excited about visiting.
It had something to do with what had initially brought me to Pakistan; at the time, I was travelling around the Middle East and was particularly fascinated by the spread of traditions, faiths and philosophies in the region.
I was in Iran when I was reading about the spiritual preachers who headed eastwards in medieval times.
While the Western world was at one of its lowest points, a period that would later come to be known as the Dark Ages, the Muslim world was flourishing with theory and thought.
So much of that emanated from Persia, and Multan seemed to be the destination for so many influential thinkers of the time.