Villages
Administratively Yasin is Tehsil of District Ghizer. it is further divided into four union councils,which are Yasin proper, Sultan abad, Silgan and Thoi. Yasin proper is consisting of the villages, chiliharang, damalgan, gindai, noh, morka, atkash, bujayot, manichi, thodass,and nazbar valley. thodass is the headquarter of this union council. Sultanabad union council is consisting of the villages, chumarkhan, taus, barkhachi, sultanabad(met,huyelti), ghojalti, sandi, dalsandi, and qorqolti valley.taus is the headquarter of this union council. Selgaan union council is consisting of the villages, barandass, barkolti, chilpi, hundoor(the village of Shaheed Lalak Jan Nishan-e-Haider), terchet, umelset, and darkut(which leads to pass to boroghol. hundoor is the headquarter of this union council. Thoi union council is consisting of ghaingchel, ishkaibar, karim abad, dalkoi, dapis, drach, harp, rahim abad, kuno, shot, chiryat, ishqamdass, draskin, nalti, dass, thelti, ishqamghoro, mahrakabun, and mushibar nala, which leads to pass to yarkhun. harp is the haed quarter of this union council.
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