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El Nino had arrived and temperatures were climbing everywhere. Humans, animals, birds, and insects alike searched for shade from the relentless heat, but shade was becoming harder to find. Across the landscape, trees had been sacrificed to greed and extraction, leaving the land exposed to the sun.
It was during this time, while travelling through the riverine belt of the Indus near Thatta, that Muhammad Hassan Bhail, a farmer and resident of Khalifa village, told me something that made me stop.
“There is a tree,” he said, “centuries old, protected by spirits. No one dares to cut it.”
Curious, I asked him to take me there.

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