Mishi On The Run

Good people do exist

Running to reach my friend Waqas(Wiki's) house since he is into cinematography. He is just great at what he does, Wiki loves to shoot moments of the day. I think it's his way of saving all those memories and then sharing it with the world. He has his own youtube channel to deliver as much of his talent out there for the people to see, learn from it, feel something from his messages and recieve the feedback for him to improve. Be better at what he does, filled with positive energy all the time, pushing everyone to come together and create some 'magic'. At least that's what he believes.

I remember how I met him four months ago when I was looking for a job I might be good at. After my take off from 'Pakistan' on my way to here I thought about how much of a bad luck I am to people close to me and now I've ended up in this huge mess. The first thing I wanted so desperately after I landed was to be independent. For years I've admired and desired to stand on my two feet being able to handle all of my problems myself. I had to find a job, so instead of getting into the shiny 'Black car' that was waiting for me to take me to that prison I walked to the nearest shop and picked out today's paper. Going through the jobs section I saw a job that I might be good at but didn't have any experience to it. It served my purpose of working to be busy and earn for my next step to be easiar, looking for a place to live. The interview was today well I'm never going to find out If I don't try.

I looked at my reflection on the glass window of the shop and observed my appearance. I was wearing a Pakistani dress which was a (purple coloured very frilly volumetric dress which had a beautiful white bead work on the front part of the neck on the ends of it's sleeves with a plain white chori dar pajama and a purple dupatta). My hairs were a little bit wavy since it had been more than 24 hours they were straightened but I don't suppose they looked bad. Soft waves were actually looking fine with my dressing , I had very little of mascara on my eyes lashes. I stepped out in the sunlight, looked up to the clear blue sky and closed my eyes praying to God " Please help me, be merciful like you always have been to me and grant me this job so I can be capable like you have said mankind should be. (Ameen)"

I took a deep breath and looked at the address in the paper, since I didn't know the ways here I jumped into the empty taxi that just droped a passenger completely ignoring the black car waiting for me told the driver the address and looked out the window. Recalling all the positive quotes I've ever heard or read to get rid of the nervousness. The taxi came to a stop "I guess this is it, let's get going." I handed the driver his fare and stepped out in front of the building, walking in to the reception area I asked the woman some questions about the interview. She told me sit and wait for my turn. I had my hand bag on my shoulder and I started strolling my luggage with me, well obviously people were giving weird stares on my appearance but I tried my best to ignore them and waited. After a while of waiting I was called inside the room for the interview. I did not know what to expect so walking in I saw a big table where four guys close to my age maybe a few years older were seated. I sat down on the empty chair and looked at them they seemed like they all were from 'Pakistan'. These guys were dressed casually and from the way they were looking at me they looked pretty okhy to me. The guy I assume who was their leader started out by asking my name, the next thing he asked me was "Why have you applied for this job? Do you know that it is quite a big responsibility?" I looked at him straight in the eye answering "Firstly I've applied because I need to earn to survive here, secondly I do understand this is going to be a big responsibility but looking all of you four guys this young I would say none of you are handling it very well, this is the reason why you need one more person who could deal with all the stuff that you are lacking the ability to."

To say all of them were shocked to hear my answer would be an understanding. The skinny guy on my left broke into a huge smile and the guy on my right was staring in shock to see what's going to happend next. While the guy who spoke also started smiling and then it felt like they all dropped their oh so serious looks, he spoke again asking me where was I from and the interview soon turned out to be a discussion of how these guys were working as event planners. They all introduced themselves, the guy who asked me the question in the beginning was Waqas(Wiki) who did cinematography, the skinny guy on my left was Hassan he was a rapper and also he picked out different music to the videos they made, the guy on my right Atif was a writer plus he helped creating new ideas for them to work with, the guy sitting beside Wiki was his brother Nofil he was an actor.

This was how I became friends with these guys and started working as their event manager. I wonder sometimes how I got the job without putting a lot of effort but then again how am I suppose to know anything. This is not the first time I've managed to do something. The life just flows me like water in a sea.

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Hey readers! What do you all think? The story might have some mistakes please ignore them and try to connect with it. Oh! I have kept a picture of Mishaal's dress to help with the imagination. :)
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