The Sun also Shines In Pakistan.

Chapter 2, part 2:Choosing my tag

The two guards on my right led to down the hallway and floors below. There were dark spaces enveloping the entire floor and as I was dragged ahead, I noticed a chain of cells that looked so casual in the setting, one could mistake it would for a lobby in a hotel.

I was abruptly stopped in the middle of the fourth one and with a click of the bundle of keys the guard took out from his pocket, I entered my prison, the one I would stay in for as long as I would be named the Sun.

The room was mostly bare with as little furniture as I would utmost need. There was a bed with steel bars clinging to the wall and the mattress looking like it had been washed, bleached and used too many times as did the light blue slightly glimmered on the sheet that lay on the bed.

To the right, was a log of wood that had awkwardly been put to serve the purpose of a 'stool'. A luxury, I suppose. As I observed the entire chamber that I now called a room, the two guards slightly turned back and started walking.

Now that I had entered where I was supposed to be, they no longer had any control over me and therefore I knew I could intimidate them. "Why don't you stay a little longer?", I spoke with a slicky voice. I didn't want to stay here alone, it would make me realize that I had to stay alone for the rest of my life.

The younger guard, now taken back by my voice, held the door that allowed the littlest shadow of light to penetrate my room and started hesitating.

With as much of confidence as he could gather he spoke,

"No thank you, I wouldn't want to stay in a room with a Muslim more than i have to."

And left. It wasn't even what he spoke but how he spoke it that hit me, like it was the most casual thing in the world, like me being a Muslim was something I had chosen before birth from all the religions in the world but mostly like, being Muslim was somehow worse than being the world's biggest criminal.