I, Reshun, Ryshun or red valley, am recognized as a valley of lively people. I am one of the most beautiful valleys of my Chitral. I supply water to different villages for drinking as well as for cultivation. Through my water, I generate 3.8 mega watt electricity and supply it to my lower and upper tehsils. I am a sign of true beauty.
In shortly I want to say that I being a historical valley have my own identity and bitter reality.
In the previous year, I came under of huge disaster of flood in the holy month of Ramazan. I remember how my daughters, sons, mothers and elders run away calling Almighty “ALLAH.” How they stay at the side of mountains under the open raining sky, and how they gather with each other leaving their whole property inside their cottages.
My dears, how do I justice to show my past failure that you can believe on me. However, I under took that it was a complete tragic in my beautiful life. Whatever the cause or causes of my flood, I don’t know the reality. Some experts blame on my goats and some of deforestation and some say of natural phenomenon.
Here, I want to inform the responsible authorities about the upcoming destruction on me. You Know, my river inside area has uplifted and paralleled to the road side. Now if there is word of rain; my tolerant residents run away and stay at mountains’ side under the raining thundering sky. And due to uplifting, water has made its way through the Hydro Power Electricity Road which has become problem for passengers and students.
My martyred Masjid, my martyred graveyard and my worn out Subdivision Mastuj bridge demand of you what! When two stories run at the same time then you have to believe on both or not on either. It is true that I have lost my half beauty and may lose also the remaining if you don’t ponder on me timely. I therefore request you to visit me, construct me and save me.