A beautiful story of a young Pakistani exploring his roots in his ancestral home in Panipat.
Link to article written by Ahmed Ali Akbar: https://www.buzzfeed.com/ahmedaliakbar/not-quite-eat-pray-love?utm_term=.doZmmoPVDY#.ocdRR97PZl
The Indian government took eight months to approve my visa application, riddled as it was with references to my Pakistani heritage. As I sat on the plane to Lucknow, I felt history itself weighing on me. My life, from Panipat to Saginaw, could all be boiled down to an accident. In another life, where the British hadn’t so thoroughly separated the people of the subcontinent, I might have had family to greet me among the throngs at the airport, the way I do when I visit Pakistan. But there were no relatives awaiting me. I came alone.