It was the 20th of January 2020. I had been home for 10 days. My class was starting the next day. I planned to go to the bus terminal at 10 AM. My family gets excited whenever I leave home. So, my mom cooked me Chicken Curry which was very delicious. So, I ate a lot of that. I wore the new clothes which I bought yesterday. My phone rang as I picked, it was my uncle who wanted to meet me. I waited for them. They were late. He was accompanied by his wife. I enjoyed the whole afternoon with them. Then, my father cautioned me that it’s getting late. So, I got ready again. My Uncle and Father dropped me at the bus terminal. My father usually does that as he is my best friend also.
As I reached the bus station, there was no bus for departure. I looked here and there. I found that there’s no chance of any bus coming today. But I still kept waiting. After 2 hours, finally, I got the ticket and my bus departed. I was very sad and I didn’t want to go to university which I usually do whenever there are vacations. Anyways, UI got the last seat of the bus which was broken. I complained but what to say. The bus conductor was very rude. So, I thought it’s better to go but not to go. I wore my earphones and started listening to songs. I usually listen to Hollywood and Bollywood songs but that day I listened to the Punjabi songs of a famous singer named Malangi. It was a very sad song with emotional lyrics. I slept for 2 hours.
I woke up near the salt mountain range. It’s the same famous range from which Himalayan Salt is mined. My girlfriend with whom I had a relationship for the last 6 months was not in university. She went for Holy Pilgrimage in Makkah. At the time of her going, I didn’t want her to go. But when I was home, I had emotional stress. I wanted to end the relationship. It became very uncomfortable for me to live with her. I was a very touchy person who wanted to be with her all the time. It became impossible for me to focus on any task. Therefore, I decided to get my life back on track and break up with her.
As the mountain range started, her text popped on my cellphone’s screen. She texted me that why did I not text her? Why do I not care for her? And many others. In the end, we were literally fighting on texts. I told her that I don’t love you anymore. I can’t live in a relationship. She was crying and quarreling with me via WhatsApp. I was very tense as it wasn’t easy for me to say such a thing. I had tried to tell this to her in the past multiple times but I couldn’t. Therefore, I thought it will be easier for both of us to cope if we are away.
We were in these discussions and both of us crying as the bus reached Islamabad. It stopped on the edge of the road. As I was getting out, my father called me. I said to him that I would calm him back once I got in the taxi. I went to a near gas station and took my mobile out of pocket to call the uber. As I took my mobile out and opened the lock, I felt a push which shocked me for a mili-second. As I came out of shock and look around to see what happened. What I saw, I will not be able to forget that. A boy riding on a bike without a registration number was speeding away. He had snapped my cellphone out of my hand and ran away. I was in awe and afraid of what had happened.
After some minutes, I look around to figure out what to do. I asked a man, standing next to me, to inform that incident at home, because, my family was waiting for my call. I was familiar with his face as he came on the same bus as I was. He denied that. I went to the few others to let me call. Nobody had allowed me to call. I was double shocked. These persons were watching while someone snatched my mobile and they yet were not allowing me to call. I looked around desperately for help. I saw a small snack shop. I went there and talked to the owner in a very low and desperate Voice. He did not allow me either. This was the end of the world for me. I was amazed at people’s behavior. Then, there was a boy who asked me what happened and let me call home.
Then, I went to a taxi stand and rented a local taxi to the hostel. The taxi was going fast and I was looking at the city with very confusion that this city is called most secure. Once I reached the hostel, I had to tell my family that I had reached safely. I went to the hostel manager’s room; he was not there. Then, I went to a friend’s room whose sleeping roommate let me call home. Then wondering, what happened to me, I went back to my room.
That was the night, I found that people had lost the sense of humanity. They had no nerves to feel the pain of others. You wonder, why I did not call? Well, you are right, but you may not know the exact situation of the police in Pakistan. I did not call on the spot, but I registered the complaint when I reached the room. After three days, they called me and said where have I lost my mobile. I told them the exact location. They said this location comes in another police station’s jurisdiction. This happened to me three times, every police station called and said that it is another police station’s jurisdiction. After that, I stopped responding and tracking the application.
That night killed inner me who felt very secure and believed in humanity. But what I was given, I had never expected even in my weirdest dream. People do not give a shit about you. You are on your own. If you want to achieve something, you must work hard. Only you are your support, nobody else will support you ever. You should become the support of others. As even small deeds can change the life of others. I still feel in debt to the person who let me call. Small deeds make permanent changes.
