One morning in January, frost covered the ground. Bilal panicked. "Father! The crops are freezing!"
"Why do we plant mustard?" asked his youngest son, Bilal. rabi season in pakistan
By April, the landscape transformed. The green wheat had turned into a golden ocean, waving under the sun. The mustard flowers had bloomed bright yellow, and the air smelled of earth and honey. One morning in January, frost covered the ground
Unlike the frantic Kharif season of rice and sugarcane that demanded heavy rain, Rabi was calm. They prepared the land for —Pakistan’s staple food. They also set aside small plots for chickpeas (chana) and mustard (sarson) . One morning in January