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Fascinating scenes and charming looks were imposing ones. Wearing a torn snowy blanket in August, Speen Ghar was welcoming all to uncover its breath-taking beauty. Its lush green, grassy foothills, prodigious mountains covered by pine trees and a beautiful calm lake among the mountains are enchanting. Having been heard different stories about Speen ghar, this time, I decided to go myself in order to quench the thirst of exploring the exotic beauties of nature. So, one morning in August near 5 o’clock, my friend Azmat, who is of my age, and I, embarked upon the adventure. The journey was so tedious since it was on feet. We had to make our way in the mountains, so , we had a chance to explore the valleys that came on the way to Speen Ghar. One of these valleys was Braim Banda. It was the first valley, rich in natural beauty, grassy land, evergreen forest, brimming springs of crystal clear water and wild life. From here we could see the terrain of our small village three thousand feet below. The road was looking like huge dead snake the houses small cottages and the cars moving like ants desperately looking for food. It was a quarter past eleven that we took a break to catch our breath for a while and then again resumed our journey. By afternoon, we had reached Dasht-e -Laila, another valley famous for its deep dark forest which, though is at the brink of devastation, was once home to numerous wild animals leopards, hyenas and wolves. It was there that we met a shepherd. He was a man of honesty, great heart and plain language. His looks confident, his manner simple and his tone rustic. He offered us milk and bread which we readily accepted because we were so hungry. We had a small chat. After taking lunch we said goodbye and resumed our journey. The exploration of natural beauty in those mountains was new experience for me. I never happened to be witness to such incredible scenes, which were fuller and richer of astounding beauty of nature. I felt the same pain, the same agony, the same distress and the same ache, which, the shepherd had in his heart for the future of mother nature. For a moment I looked at the mountains, dark deep forest and various flowers dancing on the dazzling terrain below my feet. I thought it was one of the greatest gifts of God that He blessed us with such an exquisite architecture of nature where the mortal soul of man could find eternal peace for his desolate mind. While thinking and talking about the scenery with my friend, we, at last, reached our destination the Speen Ghar. It was about 5:40 in the afternoon, the Takht lake and the vicinity was covered by a thick blanket of fog. The stream which was running out of the lake was playing a sweet melody. As we slowly advanced we saw a small one room house made of stones, red clay and woods the sight of which amidst the lush green lawns and dark deep woods was delightful.