It is truly a blessing to witness the sun glaze the mountains in Islamabad, when I leave the lodges just several minutes before it’s time to set. My mind is rushing with so many thoughts about all I have to do, and all the people I have to meet, and at the moment in particular, another critical “informant” I must convene, but I cannot forget to take in the surroundings as well. Just like when you hear the Azaan, five times a day, no matter where you are in Pakistan, you stop and take a moment to listen, meditate, forget everything, and just remember God. Some of the best field…