THE PRIDE OF THE PAKI

Bye Bye Home

Finally. Yes finally it was the day I was leaving home. We arrived at the ALLAMA IQBAL INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT, LAHORE after a tiresome journey of nine frigging hours. Getting out of the car, I felt different emotions inside me. One was nervousness and the other was happiness. Nervousness because I was going to a completely different place. And happiness as I was about to have the thing I craved the most. F R E E D O M. My father alongside my sobbing mother lead the way towards the lounge. It was time to bid farewell.

My father came near me and said,"KIRAN JAAN! Remember one thing where ever you are, where ever you go, that you are a Muslim. Never forget that ALLAH PAK only gives this opportunity to the lucky ones. I have complete faith in you that you will not disappoint me. I wish you the best of luck. FI AMMAN ALLAH (OVER TO THE GOD).

I hugged my crying mother as she said,"I will miss you every single day. Just be a good girl and never let go of the things I have taught you. I can't believe I am letting my baby girl go away. I am so proud of you. Be safe. Be good. I love you DUKHTAR (DAUGHTER).

I felt a tear gliding down my cheeks as I let go of my parents. I said my goodbyes to them. I went to enter the passenger's lounge but not before taking one last glance at my parents. I waved at them and went inside. S H O W T I M E.

After waiting for an hour and half which felt like an entire decade to me, I stepped inside the jet only thinking about the adventures life held ahead. I was pretty confident as I took my assigned seat in the economy class.

PHEW. The jest started to move on the runway. I held the handle of my seat with a crushing force. I have never ever been in an aircraft. As it left the ground, I felt my self getting nauseous. But I ignored the sensation and sat quietly. When it was completely in the air I dared myself to look out the window. And it was AWESOME. STUPENDOUS might I add. The clouds and the city of Lahore. It was the best sight I had ever seen. I captured it in my mobile.

The only thing left to do was wait. Patience doesn't even exist in my dictionary. I am not the small town pathaan girl. I am the total opposite of it. Being in a family where you are the only girl, it is hard to stay as a girl. I had a boyish personality. Well, long story short I am a TOMBOY. I had done several things that girl of my age wouldn't even dream of. Despite of playing will dolls, I played with commandos and toy guns. Instead of loving to dress up, I always used to be a messy little girl.

Thinking about my past, I thought about all the stupid pranks I used to play on my fellows and other people. A smile made its way on my lips as I thought about the moment I applied glue on my uncle's wig. It was hilarious but I got a good scolding after that by my parents.

Suddenly, my thoughts went to my parents. I know it was hard for them to send me away. I know they always wanted their daughter in front of their eyes. What parents have to do for their children? UFF ALLAH! (OH GOD!). I promised to myself that I will make them proud. I let sleep conquer me during my thoughts.

When I woke up we were a few minutes away from landing. Buckling up my seat belt as was told my the flight attendants, I prepared myself for some bounces. We landed safely though with a few bumps. As the people stood up for leaving, I could feel myself shaking from anxiety and excitement, I quickly grabbed my back pack and stood in front of the door. I tapped my foot on the floor as I impatiently waited for the door to open and allow me to take the city of SAN FRANCISCO in. DHUSH. The door opened and I walked in the secluded hallway with long strides. Exiting the airport, I stood in for a moment. And was left awestruck.