Last year, on my way to Hunza I stopped in a small village —where I met a group of young girls. They stood there watching me, curious, almost in disbelief. It hit me then: I didn’t have to say anything to make a difference. Just being there, a Pakistani woman on a motorcycle, was enough. That moment reminded me why I can't give up—because maybe, without realizing it, I’m setting an example. Not by preaching, but by doing. And for those girls, maybe I was proof that something else is possible.
