The Real Story Of Three Friends.

The sun had just begun to rise over the majestic peaks of mountains, casting a golden glow over the rugged mountains. Three close friends Ali, Saad, and Bilal stood beside their rented jeep, excited for their long awaited road trip through the Highway. They had planned this adventure for months, eager to explore the breathtaking landscapes of northern mountain area.

Ali, the most experienced driver among them, took the wheel. Saad, the cheerful one, played upbeat music, while Bilal, the quiet thinker, admired the scenery through the window. The road twisted along steep cliffs, with the roaring River far below. The friends laughed, shared stories, and stopped frequently to take pictures of the snow-capped mountains.

As they approached a sharp turn near Naran(place name), the weather suddenly changed. Dark clouds rolled in, and a light drizzle began. Ali tightened his grip on the steering wheel, slowing down as the road became slippery. "We should be careful," Bilal warned, his voice tense. But Saad, ever the optimist, reassured them, "Don’t worry, we’ll be fine!"

Then, in a split second, disaster struck. A large truck coming from the opposite direction lost control on the wet road, skidding sideways. Ali swerved to avoid it, but the jeep’s tires lost traction. The vehicle skidded violently before tipping over the edge of the cliff.

Time seemed to freeze as the jeep tumbled down the rocky slope. The friends screamed, their voices drowned by the sound of crushing metal and shattering glass. The jeep rolled multiple times before finally coming to a stop near the riverbank, battered and broken.

Silence.

Then, a groan. Bilal, blood trickling down his forehead, slowly regained consciousness. His body ached, but he forced himself to move. "Ali? Saad?" he called weakly, his voice trembling. No response. With great effort, he unbuckled his seatbelt and crawled out of the wreckage.

The sight outside was horrifying. The jeep was barely recognizable. Ali was still inside, unconscious, his leg trapped under the crushed dashboard. Saad lay a few feet away, motionless. Bilal’s heart pounded as he stumbled toward Saad, checking for a pulse. Relief washed over him—Saad was alive but badly injured.

Bilal knew they needed help fast. He pulled out his phone, but there was no signal in the remote area. Desperation set in. He looked up at the highway far above—no cars in sight. Gritting his teeth, he made a decision. He would climb back up and flag down a passing vehicle.

Every step was agony, but Bilal pushed forward, his friends' lives depending on him. After what felt like hours, he reached the road, waving frantically at an approaching van. The driver stopped, and within minutes, locals and rescue teams were mobilized.

The next few hours were a blur. Ali and Saad were carefully extracted from the wreckage and airlifted to a hospital in Gilgit. Bilal, though injured himself, refused treatment until his friends were safe.

Days later, in the hospital, Ali regained consciousness. His leg was badly fractured, but doctors assured him he would walk again. Saad had suffered internal injuries but was stable. The three friends, though battered and bruised, were alive.

As they lay in their hospital beds, they knew their lives had changed forever. The accident had shown them the fragility of life and the strength of their bond. They vowed to never take risks on the road again and to cherish every moment together.

Their journey had taken an unexpected turn, but it had also taught them the most important lesson—friendship and survival go hand in hand. And though the mountains of Gilgit-Baltistan had nearly claimed their lives, they also bore witness to their incredible will to live.