Naples and Beyond: A Journey through Time, Chaos, Charm, Coastlines, and Companionship
By Abdullah Usman Morai | Sweden
A warm arrival, familiar faces, and a walk through the vibrant soul of Naples
The evening of 7th March 2026, we arrived in Naples carried a certain kind of energy, one that did not rush to impress, but instead unfolded gradually, like a story waiting to be told. Our journey from Rome, stretching over approximately two and a half hours, was not merely a transfer between cities but a quiet transition between atmospheres. The landscapes along the way offered a gentle visual narrative, rolling stretches, glimpses of countryside life, and occasional reminders of Italy’s layered geography.
The bus itself was equipped with modern conveniences, Wi-Fi, and charging ports, small comforts that made the journey smoother. Yet, as we arrived, Naples greeted us not with polished perfection, but with a raw, lived-in authenticity. The bus stop lacked the sleek modernity one might expect in a major European city, but perhaps that was the first hint that Naples does not try to be anything other than what it truly is.
Walking into the City: First Impressions of Naples
Rather than opting for transport, Ada Jan Mangrio and I decided to walk to our accommodation at Napoli Downtown Inn, located near the port area. That half-hour walk turned out to be our true introduction to Naples.
The streets felt alive. Not staged, not curated, but genuinely alive.
We walked past elegant squares adorned with towering statues that seemed to silently narrate stories of the past. Metro stations appeared intermittently, blending modern infrastructure into a city deeply rooted in history. The hum of the streets was constant, punctuated by the unmistakable sound of Vespa engines. These iconic mopeds were everywhere, zipping through narrow lanes with an ease that spoke of familiarity and rhythm.
And then there was football, more specifically, devotion. Diego Maradona is not just remembered in Naples; he is revered. His presence could be felt in murals, posters, and conversations. It was clear that here, football transcends sport; it is identity, pride, and memory.
Settling In: Simplicity and Comfort
Our self-check-in at the bed-and-breakfast was seamless, reflecting the efficiency often found in European accommodations. The room itself was comfortable, though not without its quirks. The absence of an electric kettle was immediately noticeable, something that travelers from tea-loving cultures instinctively look for.
However, at the entrance, a modest setup offered coffee options, tea bags, and a microwave to heat water. It wasn’t ideal, but it was sufficient. And sometimes, in travel, “sufficient” becomes part of the experience, something you later smile about.
A Reunion Far from Home: The Warmth of Sindhi Bonds
After refreshing and changing, we eagerly awaited the arrival of friends. And when they did arrive, it was not just a meeting, it was a moment.
Smiles appeared, and almost instinctively, the air filled with one powerful word: “SAIN Sain Sain.”
A word that carries warmth, familiarity, and a deep sense of belonging for Sindhis across the globe.
We were joined by Pir Sumair from Nawabshah, Burhan Ali Memon, Saffan Bughio from my beloved hometown Moro, and Muhammad Waqar bhai from Karachi, an Urdu-speaking Sindhi whose name, as always, carries its full dignity when spoken. Each of them was pursuing higher education in Naples, building futures far from home, yet carrying their roots with quiet pride.
This was not our first meeting; we had previously connected during their visit to Stockholm, but meeting again in Naples added a new layer to our shared journey. There is something profoundly comforting about finding your people in a foreign land.
Saturday Night in Naples: A City in Motion
Being a Saturday evening, the city was in full swing. Naples does not ease into the weekend; it embraces it wholeheartedly.
Young people filled the streets, laughter echoed through alleyways, and the air carried a mix of music, conversation, and anticipation. There was a sense of collective release, as if the entire city had stepped out to celebrate life.
Exploring the Icons: History, Elegance, and Grandeur
As we walked, we encountered one of Naples’ historic landmarks, Castel Nuovo, a medieval castle standing with quiet authority near the port. Its massive structure, illuminated in the evening light, felt like a guardian of the city’s past.
From there, we moved onto Via Toledo, one of Naples’ most vibrant streets. It is not just a street, but it is an experience. Lined with shops, cafes, and endless human activity, Via Toledo reflects the city’s heartbeat. From luxury brands to local stalls, everything coexists in a fascinating balance.
And then came the architectural marvel that truly captured our attention, the Galleria Umberto I.
Stepping into it felt like entering a different world. With its grand glass dome, intricate ironwork, and mosaic floors, the galleria exudes elegance reminiscent of Milan’s famous galleries. Light filtered beautifully through the ceiling, casting patterns on the floor below. It was not just a shopping space; it was art, history, and culture combined.
Street Realities: Beauty and Contrasts
While modern shops and branded stores lined both sides of Via Toledo, the street also revealed another layer of urban life. Unauthorized street vendors had set up makeshift displays on the ground, selling souvenirs and small items.
There was an unspoken rhythm to it all, a “cat and mouse” dynamic where vendors remained alert, ready to disappear at the sight of authorities. Yet, it seemed almost normalized, as though both sides understood the rules of this silent game, order and survival.
Restaurants, bars, and cafes were overflowing, filled with locals and tourists alike. The city was not just busy, it was thriving.
A Taste of Home: Dinner at Mughle Azam
Amidst this Italian setting, we found ourselves drawn to something familiar, a Pakistani restaurant named Mughle Azam.
Inside, the atmosphere was lively, and the aroma of desi food instantly transported us back home. Over plates of flavorful dishes, our “kacheri” (gathering and conversation) began, filled with laughter, shared memories, and stories from different parts of life.
One small yet powerful observation stayed with me: a middle-aged woman sat alone, enjoying her meal in complete comfort. There was no hesitation, no awkwardness, just quiet confidence. I had once read that people who can dine alone with ease possess a certain mental strength and independence. Watching her, I felt that idea come to life. She seemed content, self-assured, and perhaps even quietly powerful.
The Port: Romance, Waves, and Youthful Energy
After dinner, the chill in the air reminded us that March evenings in Naples can still carry winter’s touch. We made our way toward the port area, and what awaited us there was a completely different atmosphere.
The Tyrrhenian Sea stretched before us, calm yet alive. Gentle waves touched the shore, creating a soothing rhythm.
Large stones along the waterfront had become informal seating spaces. Couples sat close, wrapped in quiet conversations and embraces, creating a deeply romantic setting. Nearby, some people casually enjoyed slices of pizza, simple pleasures elevated by the sea breeze.
Teenage girls were busy recording dance videos for social media, their laughter and energy adding a modern contrast to the timeless backdrop. It was a blend of romance, youth, and everyday life perfectly coexisting.
During this time, a few of Muhammad Waqar bhai’s friends from Karachi also joined us, adding more warmth to the gathering. Even thousands of miles away from Pakistan, it felt like a small community had formed right there on the Neapolitan coast.
Closing the Night: Tea, Conversations, and Quiet Reflections
As the night deepened, we decided to return for tea at Mughle Azam. However, the restaurant was now fully packed. Despite their polite apology, we understood that it was simply too busy.
Taking that as a sign, we decided to call it a day. The next day promised a long and exciting journey outside Naples with Burhan Ali Memon, and rest was necessary.
We bid farewell to our friends with gratitude and warmth, promising to meet again soon during our stay.
Back in the room, I prepared a simple cup of tea, the kind that feels more meaningful after a long day. Sitting with Jan, we reflected on our first impressions of Naples.
It was not a city that tries to impress instantly. Instead, it reveals itself slowly, through its people, its chaos, its beauty, and its contradictions.
And somewhere between conversation and silence, we drifted into sleep, carrying with us the beginning of what was already becoming an unforgettable journey.
From Ashes to Azure: A Journey Across Time from Pompeii’s Ruins to Sorrento’s Charm and Amalfi’s Beauty
A long, unforgettable journey through history, hills, and the Mediterranean coast
Morning Resolve: Setting Out for a Day of Discovery
The second day, 8th March 2026, began with purpose.
We woke early, determined to make the most of every hour, knowing that the day ahead would demand both energy and curiosity. Breakfast was simply served at a small cafeteria across the road from our bed and breakfast. A croissant and a few coffee options. It wasn’t elaborate, but it was enough to begin a day that would soon become anything but ordinary.
Soon after, we made our way to the Municipio Metro Station, descending into Naples’ underground network, and boarded a train toward Garibaldi Station, the city’s central hub. Bustling, chaotic, and full of life, the station felt like a world of its own.
In a moment of humor and nostalgia, we began calling it “Garib Abad”, a name so familiar across Pakistan, especially in Sindh. It instantly reminded me of Garib Abad in Nawabshah, and of childhood visits to our relative Ada Qasim Soomro. Sometimes, a name is enough to bridge continents.
The Train to Pompeii: Crowds, Chaos, and Small Comforts
We met Burhan Ali Memon at the station around 9 AM, almost in perfect sync. Together, we purchased return tickets covering Pompeii and Sorrento, preparing for a tightly packed itinerary.
The station was overflowing. It seemed as though half of Naples had decided to travel that morning. The train to Pompeii was no different, crowded, suffocating, and short on fresh air. Standing for most of the journey, I found myself near the door, occasionally pressing the button to open it at stops, allowing a rush of cool air to enter. Those brief moments of freshness felt like small victories.
After about half an hour, we arrived in Pompeii, and just like that, the train emptied almost as if everyone had been drawn there by a shared curiosity.
Pompeii: A City Frozen Between Life and Death
Pompeii is not just a historical site; it is a moment preserved in time.
Destroyed during the eruption of Mount Vesuvius in 79 AD, Pompeii remains one of the most hauntingly beautiful archaeological sites in the world. Entire streets, homes, frescoes, and even human forms have been preserved under layers of volcanic ash, offering a deeply intimate glimpse into Roman life nearly two thousand years ago.
Walking through Pompeii is like stepping into silence that speaks
Because of time constraints, we explored only a portion of the site, the freely accessible areas, but even that was enough to leave a lasting impression. Stone pathways, remnants of homes, and fragments of everyday life stood quietly under the open sky.
Being there stirred something deeply personal in me. It reminded me of the Sindhi travelogue “Khema Khahoren” by Ishtiaq Ansari, a book I had read long ago in my childhood. Back then, Pompeii was just an idea, a distant place described in words. Standing there now, I felt the strange fulfillment of a long-held imagination finally meeting reality.
Onward to Sorrento: Through Tunnels and Anticipation
After exploring Pompeii, we returned to the station and boarded the train toward Sorrento.
This time, the journey felt slightly easier. Though initially crowded, we eventually found seats. The train passed through a series of tunnels, each one building anticipation for what lay ahead.
And then, we arrived.
As the final stop, the train emptied, leaving behind a calm that contrasted sharply with the earlier chaos.
The Bus Dilemma: Kindness, Chaos, and Missed Chances
Our next goal was Amalfi, and for that, we needed bus tickets. With the departure time approaching quickly, we rushed to the ticket machines.
But travel, as always, had its own plans.
A desi man struggled to purchase his ticket. Without hesitation, Burhan stepped in to help. Payment issues, confusion, delays, it took time, but eventually, the man succeeded and ran toward the bus.
Then came another request for help from a woman facing similar difficulties.
By the time everything was sorted, we reached the bus, only to find it full.
Standing for a long, winding journey through hilly coastal roads did not seem wise, so we chose patience over discomfort and decided to wait for the next bus, an hour later.
Sorrento: A Pause Wrapped in Beauty
That unexpected hour became a gift.
Sorrento is a town that doesn’t demand attention; it gently earns it. Perched above the sea, surrounded by hills, it offers views that feel almost painted. Narrow streets, quiet corners, and glimpses of the coastline create an atmosphere of calm elegance.
Burhan, observing his fast, remained patient and composed. Meanwhile, Ada Jan and I found a small moment to enjoy some fruits, sitting quietly and absorbing the surroundings.
There was a softness to Sorrento, a pause between the weight of Pompeii and the vibrancy of Amalfi.
The Amalfi Coast Road: Where Earth Meets Art
The next bus arrived just in time. The driver, finishing his cigarette, stepped in, and our journey began.
The bus was packed more than expected. Some passengers stood, holding onto rails as the vehicle navigated one of the most scenic yet challenging routes in Italy.
The road from Sorrento to Amalfi is not just a journey; it is an experience.
Winding along cliffs, overlooking the deep blue sea, the route offers breathtaking views at every turn. Colorful houses cling to hillsides, boats dot the water below, and the sunlight dances across the landscape in ever-changing patterns.
Vespas zipped past with confidence, locals maneuvered with ease, and tourists like us tried to capture every moment through photos, though no camera could truly do justice to what the eyes were witnessing.
Amalfi: A Town between Mountains and the Sea
Arriving in Amalfi felt like stepping into a postcard.
Nestled between steep hills and the sea, the town exists in a narrow strip of land that somehow holds an entire world within it. Known for its lemons, Amalfi celebrates them in the most creative ways, with drinks, desserts, and even presentations served in hollowed lemon shells.
We wandered through its narrow streets, climbed gentle slopes, and eventually reached the beach. The weather was kind, and people were scattered across the sand, enjoying the sun and the sea.
Everywhere, there was life, restaurants filled with tourists, cafes buzzing with conversations, souvenir shops displaying colorful memories waiting to be taken home.
There was a certain positivity in the air, and an energy that made walking feel lighter.
Moments of Stillness: Ice Cream and the Cathedral
We bought ice cream and made our way toward the Amalfi Cathedral (Duomo di Amalfi).
With its striking façade, intricate details, and grand staircase, the cathedral stands as both a spiritual and architectural centerpiece of the town. Sitting there, enjoying our ice cream, we watched the world pass by: tourists, locals, and even content creators filming their social media reels.
It was a moment of stillness in a day otherwise filled with movement.
The Return: Reflections, Risks, and Realizations
By around 5 PM, we realized it was time to head back.
The return journey mirrored the earlier one, crowded buses, winding roads, and long waits for those unable to board. At one point, we even passed an accident involving a car and a moped, fresh, recent, and a reminder of how demanding those roads can be.
Italian drivers, however, displayed remarkable control, stylish, confident, and skilled.
During the journey, we discovered that we had been overcharged at an ice cream shop. Jan contacted them, and to their credit, they apologized and promised a refund. It was a small lesson: always double-check transactions. Sometimes, cash can indeed be simpler.
Back in Naples: A Warning and a Warm Meal
We returned to Naples around 8:30 PM, tired but fulfilled.
On our way to a desi restaurant, an unsettling moment occurred. I felt two men getting uncomfortably close. Sensing something wrong, I subtly stepped into a nearby shop, signaling Jan and Burhan to do the same. The men hesitated, then awkwardly smiled and moved away.
Burhan later confirmed our suspicion; they were likely planning to snatch his bag. “It’s common here,” he said. A reminder that awareness is essential, no matter how beautiful the city.
Dinner Conversations: Stories beyond Food
At the restaurant, small details caught our attention. A uniquely designed wash basin operated by a foot pedal instead of a hand tap, efficient and hygienic. Across Italy, we also noticed that despite the availability of toilet paper, water-based cleaning facilities are thoughtfully provided.
We met a man working there, a recent arrival, educated, yet struggling. He shared his story of long working hours, from 9 AM to midnight, under exploitation by a fellow countryman. Whether every detail was exact, only God knows, but the pain in his voice was undeniable.
Travel often reveals beauty, but it also exposes realities we might otherwise never see.
Closing the Day: Gratitude and Quiet Thoughts
After dinner and tea, we made our way back.
At Garibaldi, our “Garib Abad”, we thanked Burhan Ali Memon for his company and for guiding us throughout the day. We parted ways with plans to meet the next evening.
Back in our room, fatigue settled in. Jan and I exchanged thoughts about Pompeii’s silence, Sorrento’s calm, Amalfi’s beauty, and Naples’ unpredictability.
And then, as the city outside continued its rhythm, we surrendered to sleep, carrying with us a day that felt like three journeys in one.
Capri and Connections: From Island Beauty to Brotherhood Beyond Borders
Morning Departure: Sailing Toward Capri Island
The third day, 9th March 2026, began with a sense of calm excitement.
After breakfast, we walked toward the Naples port, ready to board a ferry to the famed island of Capri. The sea breeze carried a freshness that felt different from the previous days, lighter, almost celebratory.
The ferry, large and cruise-like, was packed despite it being considered off-season. This made us wonder what peak tourist months must feel like, perhaps overwhelmingly crowded. In that moment, we silently appreciated our timing. Traveling slightly off-season, we realized, is not just economical but also deeply enjoyable.
Capri Port: The Gateway to an Island Dream
Arriving at Marina Grande, Capri’s main port terminal, felt like stepping into a carefully painted Mediterranean canvas.
The port is vibrant yet compact, lined with colorful buildings, small cafes, souvenir shops, and ticket counters bustling with activity. Boats dock gracefully, while tourists disperse in different directions, some rushing, others pausing to absorb the beauty.
We explored briefly, browsing through shops. At a jewelry store, we asked for directions to the minibus stop. Interestingly, the staff was Sri Lankan, hinting at the diverse workforce supporting tourism here.
The Journey Begins: Strategy and Small Decisions
We purchased a three-stop transport ticket, planning our route: first Anacapri, then Capri center, and finally back to the port.
However, reality demanded flexibility.
Queues for Anacapri were long, while buses to Capri center were more frequent. After a quick discussion, Ada Jan and I adjusted our plan, heading first to the Capri Center instead.
Sometimes, travel rewards those who adapt.
Capri Center: A Balcony over the Sea
The ride up to Capri Center (Piazza Umberto I) revealed the island’s charm, narrow, winding roads climbing steadily above the port.
At the center, we discovered a small yet lively town perched on the hills. The views of the sea were breathtaking, stretching endlessly into shades of blue.
What truly stood out, however, was the sense of community.
Locals greeted each other warmly with “Buongiorno,” not the touristy “Ciao.” Elderly men and women boarded buses and chatted casually with drivers, sometimes even skipping fares for short distances. It reminded us of Sindh, where familiarity often outweighs formality, where relationships soften systems.
Walking through the square and narrow streets, we noticed that many shops and restaurants were under renovation, preparing for the high tourist season. Even then, the area was lively, filled with visitors, guides, and curiouqs wanderers like us.
Anacapri: Higher, uieter, and Closer to the Sky
From Capri center, we took a bus to Anacapri, located even higher on the island.
The journey mirrored the earlier one, friendly exchanges between passengers and driver, a sense of ease and familiarity.
Anacapri felt calmer, more intimate. Its streets were beautifully decorated, lined with white buildings, flowers spilling from balconies, and quiet corners that invited slow exploration.
We encountered two police officers, a man and a woman, patrolling the area. When we asked for directions, they responded with genuine politeness, guiding us warmly. It was a small gesture, but one that left a lasting impression.
Hidden Corners: Churches and Views That Silence You
As we wandered, we passed a small, old, simple yet deeply peaceful church. Such places, often overlooked, carry a quiet spiritual weight.
Eventually, guided by locals, we reached a viewpoint.
And what a view it was.
From high above, the sea stretched endlessly, merging with the horizon in a perfect gradient of blues. The cliffs dropped dramatically, and far below, ferries moved like tiny toys across the water.
We stood there longer than planned, taking photos but more importantly, absorbing the moment.
The Trek Down: A Path of Stories
While enjoying the view, we met a young man who had trekked all the way up from the port. Breathing heavily, he asked how far Anacapri was. His effort inspired us.
So, instead of taking the bus back, we decided to trek down.
The descent was surprisingly pleasant, with gentle paths, occasional stairs, and scenic stops along the way. We passed another small church, met couples resting on their way up, and answered the same question repeatedly: “How far is Anacapri?”
Each answer carried a mix of honesty and encouragement.
We met a young Indian-Canadian couple, visibly tired and perhaps slightly regretful of their decision. Then, two energetic American boys were heading upward, full of curiosity.
These encounters reminded me of a memory from Pakistan when my brother Farooq, friends, and I once attempted to trek from Naran to Lake Saif-ul-Malook. After walking for half an hour, we asked returning travelers how far it was. Their reply: “You’re still in Naran!”
Travel, it seems, repeats its humor across continents.
Back to the Port: Full Circle
We finally reached the base at Marina Grande, completing a journey that felt both physical and reflective.
After a brief walk around the port and a few more interactions, including another Sri Lankan shopkeeper, we prepared to return to Naples.
The ferry ride back was smooth, almost meditative.
Evening in Naples: Familiar Streets, New Perspectives
Back in Naples, after a short rest and tea, we set out again.
This time, we revisited Via Toledo in daylight. The street revealed a different personality, less mysterious, more vibrant. Shops displayed their colors more boldly, and the rhythm of daily life was clearer.
From there, we entered the Spanish Quarters (Quartieri Spagnoli).
This area felt raw, authentic, and deeply human. Narrow streets lined with restaurants and cafes, chairs spilling onto the roads, balconies almost touching each other, and clothes hanging overhead, it was a living, breathing neighborhood.
It felt less like a tourist destination and more like a story unfolding in real time.
Walking the Real Naples: Beyond the Postcards
With time still on our side, we decided to walk toward Garibaldi through side streets instead of taking direct routes.
This decision opened a different Naples to us.
Away from tourist zones, the city revealed its everyday life, local shops, quiet corners, and people going about their routines. It was not polished, but it was real.
A brief drizzle caught us along the way, and we paused under trees. It was there that I received news about my maternal uncle, Mama Ghulam Nabi, being unwell and taken to the NICVD Sehwan.
For a moment, the journey paused emotionally.
Travel teaches you this, too, that life continues elsewhere, beyond the places you are exploring.
San Giovanni: A Small Sindh in Italy
From Garibaldi, we took the metro to San Giovanni a Teduccio, a quieter district of Naples.
This area, located in the eastern part of the city, is more residential and less tourist-driven. It carries a different rhythm, slower, more local.
We met Pir Sumair, Burhan Ali Memon, and Muhammad Waqar on the way and together walked toward their residence.
The SAN GIOVANNI MODEL: Unity beyond Identity
In San Giovanni, we witnessed something powerful, something worth naming.
The SAN GIOVANNI MODEL
Here, Sindhi-speaking Sindhis and Urdu-speaking Sindhis stood together, not divided by language, background, or subtle differences, but united by shared identity, mutual respect, and collective survival.
In a foreign land, they protect each other, move together, and act as a shield against challenges, whether social, cultural, or even physical.
The question naturally arises: Why is such unity easier abroad but harder back home in Pakistan?
Perhaps distance from home simplifies identity. Perhaps shared struggle builds stronger bonds. Or perhaps, in a foreign land, people realize that what unites them is far greater than what divides them.
If this model can exist in Naples, it can exist anywhere.
An Evening of Belonging: Food, Stories, and Shared Lives
At their home, we were welcomed by Saffan Bughio, Abdul Qayoom Jamali from Dadu, and Salman Habib Korai from Moro.
Suddenly, San Giovanni transformed into a corner of Sindh, echoing with laughter, familiar accents, and heartfelt conversations.
We shared fruit chaat, stories of studies, Erasmus journeys, struggles, and dreams. Those conversations were honest, no romanticizing, just real experiences.
Dinner, prepared by the friends, was exceptional. Cooking, we realized, is not just a skill; it is survival abroad. And of course, no Sindhi gathering is complete without tea.
One Last Meeting: Tea with Hamza Arain
The day still had one final chapter.
We headed back toward Naples to meet Hamza Arain, introduced through a mutual friend. A kind and thoughtful individual, Hamza, originally from Kunri, Sindh, shared his own journey and experiences.
Sitting in a small café, sipping tea, it felt as though we were back in Sindh; time slowed, conversations deepened, and connections strengthened.
The Final Ride: A Perfect Ending
As the night grew late, we discovered the metro had closed.
For a moment, uncertainty returned, but then, almost magically, a tram arrived just in time. We boarded quickly, said our farewells to Burhan, Waqar, and Hamza, and headed back.
The tram was nearly empty, a quiet contrast to the busy days behind us.
Back at our accommodation, we packed our bags, knowing the journey was nearing its end.
Reflections: What Naples Gave Us
Naples was not just a destination; it was an experience layered with contrasts and taught us that beauty can be chaotic.
Moreover, it gave us history in Pompeii and reminded us that life is fragile, nature’s artistry and beauty in Amalfi, the serenity of Capri revealed peace in simplicity, and humanity in its streets. San Giovanni proved the power of unity. It showed us risks and kindness, chaos and calm, struggle and success.
But above all, it gave us people and friendship that made this journey unforgettable. Friends who turned a foreign land into a familiar space. Conversations that bridged continents. And a reminder that no matter where you go, your roots travel with you. One thought remained that travel is not about the places you visit, it is about the connections you carry back. And sometimes, what you understand is that home is not just a place, it is people.
As we drifted off to sleep, preparing for our journey the next day back to Stockholm and London.
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Abdullah Soomro, penname Abdullah Usman Morai, hailing from Moro town of Sindh, province of Pakistan, is based in Stockholm Sweden. Currently he is working as Groundwater Engineer in Stockholm Sweden. He did BE (Agriculture) from Sindh Agriculture University Tando Jam and MSc water systems technology from KTH Stockholm Sweden as well as MSc Management from Stockholm University. Beside this he also did masters in journalism and economics from Shah Abdul Latif University Khairpur Mirs, Sindh. He is author of a travelogue book named ‘Musafatoon’. His second book is in process. He writes articles from time to time. A frequent traveler, he also does podcast on YouTube with channel name: VASJE Podcast.
