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THE LAST OF THE KALASHA
Shah Meer Baloch
February 24, 2019
Kalasha women enjoy far more freedom and agency than anywhere else in Pakistan | Photos by Rabia Bugti
Amidst the music of flute and drums, the Kalasha people danced till the sun rose above the Hindu Kush mountains. The occasion was the Uchaw festival but, unlike ordinary celebrations, this was being held under the shadow of Kalashnikov-toting guards. Even amidst the joy of festivities, fear among the Kalasha is almost palpable.
There are at least 600 Kalash people at the festival. Another 30 to 40 people are foreigners — most of whom are from Greece — while local tourists number about 300. The air is almost one of defiance but equally one that is filled with love. Men and women dance, sing and choose lovers. If a woman finds a new man during the festival, she can say farewell to her husband and begin a new life without any eyebrows being raised.
Unlike other places in Pakistan, there is no concept of arranged marriages in the valley. The festival provides the ideal opportunity for girls and boys to wine and dine and find their ideal match.
Such openness, while completely normal among the Kalasha, can provoke the wrath of extremist religious groups. And it has in the past — three years ago, in 2016, suspected Taliban operatives from the adjoining Afghan province of Nuristan are believed to have slaughtered two Kalasha shepherds who were herding around 300 of their sheep near Nuristan. Back on February 2, 2014, the Taliban also released a 50-minute-long video and called for an ‘armed struggle’ against the Kalasha; they exhorted Sunni Muslims to support the ‘movement.’ And in 2011, 35 soldiers and police were killed in a night-time ambush in nearby Arandu.
But the Kalasha are still alive and still celebrating life.
They once ruled the entire region but today, the number of indigenous people of the Kalash Valley is fast dwindling. Not only is this a story of struggling to survive but it is also a tale of an indigenous culture meandering towards extinction
The first elected Kalasha member of the Khyber Pakhtunkhwa provincial assembly, Wazir Zada, is also at the festival. There are about 400 men posted on security detail for about a thousand people. As Wazir Zada makes his way to the crowd to join a dance, a security guard follows his every footstep. And as he begins dancing, his guard realizes that he will soon lose Wazir Zada. He disappears into the crowd as well.
Wazir Zada, a man in his mid-30s, is actually the one who had lobbied for the Kalasha to be recognised as an ethnic and religious minority. It was because of him that the 2018 census counted the Kalasha as a separate people with their own identity. But the overwhelming number of security guards is not there to protect him; instead, it is the foreign guests that need protection.
“I am here to guard foreign nationals,” says a guard from the Anti-Terrorism Squad. In stark contrast to the mood of the celebrations, this man has a Kalashnikov slung over his shoulder. His gaze is eagle-eyed, looking for any sign of any potential untoward incident.
“The Kalasha are said to be descendants of Alexander the Great. There have been attacks on the Kalasha and foreign nationals in the valley before. Since the Kalash valley borders Afghanistan, sometimes the Taliban carry out attacks here.”
Despite the euphoria of the festival, the reality is that slowly the noise of guns being fired has become normalised for the Kalasha. Nobody bats an eyelid at the presence of gun-slinging men posted to guard the festival. Life carries on despite a perpetual state of fear enveloping the Kalash valley.
FESTIVE CACHE
The Kalasha are an ancient community that has historically been closed to outsiders and who are very guarded about their customs. Living in harmony with nature in three separated valleys of the Hindu Kush mountains, the ancient tribe has long protected its cultural mores and customs from the ‘outside.’
Sharing borders with Afghanistan, the Kalasha live in three Kalasha valleys—Bamburate, Birir and Rumbur. The majority of them dwell in Bamburate. The Kalasha are shepherds, farmers and a few of them own local businesses. Even fewer of the estimated 3,800 Kalasha have government jobs. They are dependent on their livestock and farming — something that explains their festive seasons.
There are three festive seasons a year in Kalash valley: Camos, Joshi, and Uchaw.
Chamos is the biggest festival, observed in December to celebrate the end of the year. The Kalasha sing and dance around a fire and sacrifice goats to welcome their god, Balaumain, who is believed to visit them during the festival.
“During the last festival, two earthquakes happened,” says young Schamim in an incredulous tone. “I guess the first happened when Balaumain came and the other when he left the valley.”
The Joshi festival marks the beginning of spring. It takes place every year in May for a week. Customs dictate that everyone wears new clothes while women are to bejewel themselves heavily. They go to the hillside to sing and dance. They also decorate their houses.
The valley celebrates Uchaw or Uchal festival before the harvest season. And this festival, like the others, is marked by dancing and singing, paying homage to Mother Nature for blessing them with barley and wheat.
Uchaw used to carry on from July 1 till August 22 each year. But things have changed due to security reasons. Now only two days, 21 and 22 August, are earmarked for the Uchaw festival.
But even for this brief period, security of guests arriving is paramount. Shahzada Jan, a Kalasha and owner of a guest house, says that due to deteriorating security circumstances, “every foreign national is given at least one guard when they visit the valley.”
THE CURSE OF VIOLENCE
The majesty of the Kalash Valley
A bumpy, dilapidated and non-existent road leads to the green pastures of Kalash. In the farms women and men are seen working together. The Kalasha don’t differentiate between men and women in terms of societal roles. Both are equal and strong for them. Both can drink wine and work equally. This environment rarely can be seen in other parts of the country.
Bahbi, a 50-year-old Kalasha woman, sits under a shadow of a tree in a farm, in Bamburate valley, and is busy making some local handicrafts. She spends some hours working in the farm but, after resting for a while, she is making a kopesi, a Kalasha traditional colourful long cap.
“There is very little profit in the handicraft business now,” says Bahbi, “because it’s not like the past. We used to earn more when tourists could come to the valley without much restriction.”
The spate of violence witnessed by the Kalasha since 2011 has slowly shrunk the local economy.
The Kalasha community lives in constant fear. They rarely talk about religious issues with outsiders, particularly about conversions.
“The number of foreign tourists was much higher before than it is today,” added Bahbi. “They could move freely and bought more stuff from us. The situation is quite different now. The decrease in tourism has brought about a decline in our earnings.”
Due to the deteriorating security situation, foreign tourists have confined themselves to visiting the town only. The provision of a security guard for each tourist doesn’t help create a perception of security.
“Foreign tourists have to pay for the guard’s hoteling, meals and everything,” says Shahzadajan, a local guesthouse owner. “Not all tourists can afford that. This is definitely affecting our business. I request the prime minister to focus on tourism in Kalash valley and ease the restrictions here.”
In 2010, an American man named Gary Brooks Faulkner, who presented himself as a construction work professional, was arrested by local police in the Kalash valleys while attempting to cross the border with Afghanistan. He was carrying a pistol, a sword and night-vision goggles. Some newspapers reported that Faulkner had confessed to being on a mission to kill Osama Bin Laden. But these accusations never made their way to popular imagination in the country.
That said, this incident portrayed foreign tourists as spies and they were now seen by law enforcement agencies with great suspicion. Moreover, the valleys are slowly also becoming a no-go land for journalists and there is a restriction on reporting about the Kalash valleys. This is a no-win situation because those that can plead the case of tourism in Kalash have been asked to stay away.
Justice (Retd) Ali Nawaz Chowhan, chairman of the National Commission on Human Rights (NCHR), echoes the thought: “The moment you are there, somebody is after you. A hawaldar [almost always] comes and pesters you. Even I was affected by this pestering even though we had taken permission in writing. But the real question is why should we take a written permission to visiting our own areas and country?”
Shah Meer Baloch
February 24, 2019

Kalasha women enjoy far more freedom and agency than anywhere else in Pakistan | Photos by Rabia Bugti
Amidst the music of flute and drums, the Kalasha people danced till the sun rose above the Hindu Kush mountains. The occasion was the Uchaw festival but, unlike ordinary celebrations, this was being held under the shadow of Kalashnikov-toting guards. Even amidst the joy of festivities, fear among the Kalasha is almost palpable.
There are at least 600 Kalash people at the festival. Another 30 to 40 people are foreigners — most of whom are from Greece — while local tourists number about 300. The air is almost one of defiance but equally one that is filled with love. Men and women dance, sing and choose lovers. If a woman finds a new man during the festival, she can say farewell to her husband and begin a new life without any eyebrows being raised.
Unlike other places in Pakistan, there is no concept of arranged marriages in the valley. The festival provides the ideal opportunity for girls and boys to wine and dine and find their ideal match.
Such openness, while completely normal among the Kalasha, can provoke the wrath of extremist religious groups. And it has in the past — three years ago, in 2016, suspected Taliban operatives from the adjoining Afghan province of Nuristan are believed to have slaughtered two Kalasha shepherds who were herding around 300 of their sheep near Nuristan. Back on February 2, 2014, the Taliban also released a 50-minute-long video and called for an ‘armed struggle’ against the Kalasha; they exhorted Sunni Muslims to support the ‘movement.’ And in 2011, 35 soldiers and police were killed in a night-time ambush in nearby Arandu.
But the Kalasha are still alive and still celebrating life.
They once ruled the entire region but today, the number of indigenous people of the Kalash Valley is fast dwindling. Not only is this a story of struggling to survive but it is also a tale of an indigenous culture meandering towards extinction
The first elected Kalasha member of the Khyber Pakhtunkhwa provincial assembly, Wazir Zada, is also at the festival. There are about 400 men posted on security detail for about a thousand people. As Wazir Zada makes his way to the crowd to join a dance, a security guard follows his every footstep. And as he begins dancing, his guard realizes that he will soon lose Wazir Zada. He disappears into the crowd as well.
Wazir Zada, a man in his mid-30s, is actually the one who had lobbied for the Kalasha to be recognised as an ethnic and religious minority. It was because of him that the 2018 census counted the Kalasha as a separate people with their own identity. But the overwhelming number of security guards is not there to protect him; instead, it is the foreign guests that need protection.
“I am here to guard foreign nationals,” says a guard from the Anti-Terrorism Squad. In stark contrast to the mood of the celebrations, this man has a Kalashnikov slung over his shoulder. His gaze is eagle-eyed, looking for any sign of any potential untoward incident.

“The Kalasha are said to be descendants of Alexander the Great. There have been attacks on the Kalasha and foreign nationals in the valley before. Since the Kalash valley borders Afghanistan, sometimes the Taliban carry out attacks here.”
Despite the euphoria of the festival, the reality is that slowly the noise of guns being fired has become normalised for the Kalasha. Nobody bats an eyelid at the presence of gun-slinging men posted to guard the festival. Life carries on despite a perpetual state of fear enveloping the Kalash valley.
FESTIVE CACHE
The Kalasha are an ancient community that has historically been closed to outsiders and who are very guarded about their customs. Living in harmony with nature in three separated valleys of the Hindu Kush mountains, the ancient tribe has long protected its cultural mores and customs from the ‘outside.’
Sharing borders with Afghanistan, the Kalasha live in three Kalasha valleys—Bamburate, Birir and Rumbur. The majority of them dwell in Bamburate. The Kalasha are shepherds, farmers and a few of them own local businesses. Even fewer of the estimated 3,800 Kalasha have government jobs. They are dependent on their livestock and farming — something that explains their festive seasons.
There are three festive seasons a year in Kalash valley: Camos, Joshi, and Uchaw.
Chamos is the biggest festival, observed in December to celebrate the end of the year. The Kalasha sing and dance around a fire and sacrifice goats to welcome their god, Balaumain, who is believed to visit them during the festival.
“During the last festival, two earthquakes happened,” says young Schamim in an incredulous tone. “I guess the first happened when Balaumain came and the other when he left the valley.”
The Joshi festival marks the beginning of spring. It takes place every year in May for a week. Customs dictate that everyone wears new clothes while women are to bejewel themselves heavily. They go to the hillside to sing and dance. They also decorate their houses.
The valley celebrates Uchaw or Uchal festival before the harvest season. And this festival, like the others, is marked by dancing and singing, paying homage to Mother Nature for blessing them with barley and wheat.
Uchaw used to carry on from July 1 till August 22 each year. But things have changed due to security reasons. Now only two days, 21 and 22 August, are earmarked for the Uchaw festival.
But even for this brief period, security of guests arriving is paramount. Shahzada Jan, a Kalasha and owner of a guest house, says that due to deteriorating security circumstances, “every foreign national is given at least one guard when they visit the valley.”
THE CURSE OF VIOLENCE

The majesty of the Kalash Valley
A bumpy, dilapidated and non-existent road leads to the green pastures of Kalash. In the farms women and men are seen working together. The Kalasha don’t differentiate between men and women in terms of societal roles. Both are equal and strong for them. Both can drink wine and work equally. This environment rarely can be seen in other parts of the country.
Bahbi, a 50-year-old Kalasha woman, sits under a shadow of a tree in a farm, in Bamburate valley, and is busy making some local handicrafts. She spends some hours working in the farm but, after resting for a while, she is making a kopesi, a Kalasha traditional colourful long cap.
“There is very little profit in the handicraft business now,” says Bahbi, “because it’s not like the past. We used to earn more when tourists could come to the valley without much restriction.”
The spate of violence witnessed by the Kalasha since 2011 has slowly shrunk the local economy.
The Kalasha community lives in constant fear. They rarely talk about religious issues with outsiders, particularly about conversions.
“The number of foreign tourists was much higher before than it is today,” added Bahbi. “They could move freely and bought more stuff from us. The situation is quite different now. The decrease in tourism has brought about a decline in our earnings.”
Due to the deteriorating security situation, foreign tourists have confined themselves to visiting the town only. The provision of a security guard for each tourist doesn’t help create a perception of security.
“Foreign tourists have to pay for the guard’s hoteling, meals and everything,” says Shahzadajan, a local guesthouse owner. “Not all tourists can afford that. This is definitely affecting our business. I request the prime minister to focus on tourism in Kalash valley and ease the restrictions here.”
In 2010, an American man named Gary Brooks Faulkner, who presented himself as a construction work professional, was arrested by local police in the Kalash valleys while attempting to cross the border with Afghanistan. He was carrying a pistol, a sword and night-vision goggles. Some newspapers reported that Faulkner had confessed to being on a mission to kill Osama Bin Laden. But these accusations never made their way to popular imagination in the country.
That said, this incident portrayed foreign tourists as spies and they were now seen by law enforcement agencies with great suspicion. Moreover, the valleys are slowly also becoming a no-go land for journalists and there is a restriction on reporting about the Kalash valleys. This is a no-win situation because those that can plead the case of tourism in Kalash have been asked to stay away.
Justice (Retd) Ali Nawaz Chowhan, chairman of the National Commission on Human Rights (NCHR), echoes the thought: “The moment you are there, somebody is after you. A hawaldar [almost always] comes and pesters you. Even I was affected by this pestering even though we had taken permission in writing. But the real question is why should we take a written permission to visiting our own areas and country?”