That Is Where My Heart Resides.

1.Mahoor

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Here comes the so called-hurricane girl.

(Mahoor Malik,13th Of September,Wednesday,2014)

I really don't know how a person puts his feelings into words when he comes back to the place where his heart resides.Impossible isn't it?A tingy feeling bubbling all over your body,rays of electricity passing through each of your veins leading to excitement-currents?One of those feelings which I am experiencing right now,plus being bugged by the typical desi aunty who is busy in talking and talking and more talking with her so-called-perfect english,which means in essence of her as Hello Hi's.

"Canada is very kamal you know,people are very white and kamal", she did her usual talking with the mention of the word kamal almost a billion times and when my eyes took a glance of her,she suddenly turned her gooey face,with triple chins almost dribbling,in a slight frown."Oh ji what problem?Something my makeup?", she blurted immediately checking for stains or something on her face.

Such a state led me to keep quiet than saying anything,otherwise it would take me hours to get rid of this typical desi aunty.
The voice flowed through my ears about the arrival of the plane in Pakistan and in a few seconds it would land,on the place I named home.

As soon as she heard those words she begin shuffling her purse.I swear it felt to me that this little purse of her was her mini-house,which contained almost everything,from a karahi to a wooden spoon.

These are Pakistanis bro.
Anything can happen at Pakistan.

To this thought I laughed inside not to pop my eye balls from stopping myself from this hard chuckling.The aftermath included of her being totally covered in typical white flour all over her face not even leaving her lips a little,while the radiant colored red lipstick like a stain on her face.Ofcourse she was ready just in the typical Pakistani-desi way.

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Moving a little closer I searched for my little big family somewhere in between the herds of people.Its not impossible to find them,cause they will be placing the floral necklaces upon your arrival not necessarily,the only thing coming out of their mouths;spit bubbles.Not only you'll be seeing your family (parents plus siblings) but your phuppos,chachus,tayas,khalas,
mamus and mamis and a river of children,running here and there,bouncing and pouncing of people,babies squalling under the arms of their mothers.

Someone just brushed me off,more like hit me like a wrecking ball knocking me down and soon I just found out myself lying on the floor.Who the hell did this to me? I mouthed brushing the dust off my clothes when a deep voice enters my ears.

"I'm sorry,so sorry...I didn't mean to,here...get up", the tall sturdy guy appeared who I think was behind all this disruption.He offered me his hand while people rushed passed ignoring me like a stone.A voice followed,"Haye,poor girl,haye haye".A jelly like desi aunty started acting over dramatic but then walked away no sooner.

People's mysterious eyes and gaze fell on me.I was a normal being,neither an alien plus if they were so interested in me they should've asked for an autograph or a selfie.

He kept standing there until I had to tell him what he just did.And stood up helping myself instead of taking his hand,duh!

"Do you even know how to treat a girl?Make sure you have eyes instead of big buttons", I called out almost at the top of my lungs.

"Sorry but-", he was once again cut of by her.

"No buts Mr. you almost broke my back and you're just saying sorry,what would you do if it got worse?Make a pitiful smile and murmur sorry?", my mocking went on and on while he just tried to say something but closed his mouth.

"Don't be so over dramatic plus it was you who bumped into me,I've said sorry you should appreciate that cause I don't talk to girls much,you're lucky you got me on this", he said without a full stop in his explanation.Him and his ego,if I could do something I could've stomped on his ego,almost crushing it.

"Hey hey,do you even know who you are talking to?I'm Mahoor Malik", I was suddenly out of words.What might scare him?

"So what,there's nothing special about it", he muttered trailing off a goofy smile on his face as he chuckled secretly.

"Oye Churail (witch)", a voice rang through my ears and soon my eyes saw my brother waving speedily,calling me churail in an extreme loud voice.How can he not let the people know of my mischievousness?

Ammi and Baba accompanied him along and soon I was engulfed in a hug.Crystals of water swam down Ammi's face and she kept rubbing my back,holding me tighter,I hope that was so she could not let go of me.And then Baba hugged me,he was too getting emotional like all of us but kept his teardrops inside,but deep down I knew how relaxed and happy he was seeing me after all these years afterall I was the first child and necessarily the eldest.

My heart almost jumped when I saw that weird looking guy staring again,plus he seemed as if he was about to burst into fists of laughter.If I had a gun with two bullets,I would've shot hin twice,by now.But instead,all I could do was sneer and snarl,shrugging my shoulders and at the end rolling my eyes balls,making it seem like they would be coming out in no more than a millisecond.(A typical desi act everyone does to show off that he is being annoyed or either angry,most probably)

Walking briskly,I slumped in the car with my sooja (swelled) face due to this extreme annoying person,so weird!And soon a conversation flowed in as soon as everyone was in the car like usual.Was the trip safe?Check if you're forgetting something?
Ofcourse I'm not a child.
Did you got to your respective place easily?Did you eat properly at intervals?

I swear the way I love Pakistani culture,I also often hate the typical certain norms and habits of typical desi moms,questioning if we still are a five year old.My heart ached in all of this conversation to just slap my brother so hard so he could just shut up,cause I don't know when is he going to end up his lame songs (selfmade),and stop considering him as a professional singer.x

Finally I'm in Pakistan.

The cheering of boys playing cricket on streets and hustle and bustle of people in the market.Salesman screaming prices as well as trying to remove the herd of flies pointlessly dancing on the wide array of vegetables.The buzzing and vociferous sounds of generators and machines coming to a reunion.Most importantly,the aroma of barbequed kababs attracting you to have a bite.The blazing sun accompanying the place which later was going to be in a slumber of sleep,its golden rays flashing through the radiant colored fabrics,decorated with shiny mini mirrors adding grace.

A smile on each of them,not even caring for the problems ahead or tensions encircling them.

I was proud to be one of them.

A/N: Here goes my first chapter which I hope cherished you all with its charms.I shall await for votes and comments which will hopefully inform me how this chapter really was.