The evening is flooding into the grandeur of the Abbasi Mosque Bahawalpur and I am standing out of it and thinking.
over the callousness of time which sweeps everything away. The sky-high minarets of the mosques are perhaps looking for the bygone caravans who erected them in the desert of Cholistan. The dusk embracing with the beautiful architecture of the mosque appreciates the minds and hands which built it. The stunning beauty of the Mosque venerates the Muslim architecture in the epoch of Abbasis.