It was my first time traveling alone. I was going back to Karachi, Pakistan to visit my extremely ill grandmother. This would be my first time going to my homeland in over seven years and I thought this trip would have been the best trip of my life; but I was wrong. In fact, after this trip to Pakistan, I decided that I would never return. I arrived in Karachi Airport around 10:30am on June 10th. My uncle was waiting for me in the arrivals waiting area, ready to help me with my bags. As we were putting my stuff in the trunk of his car, a street beggar came and asked us for money. Because neither my Uncle nor I had spare change in our pockets, I didn't have any spare change on me and neither did my uncle so we ignored and just walked away. It is said if you ignore a beggar, the beggar can ask god to give you a hard time, and during this trip I find no reason not to believe it. The plan was to stay at my grandmother's house for about a week and then go to Dubai for the rest of summer to spend time with my cousins living there. That plan was immediately changed once I turned on the TV and saw the riot that had occurred a couple blocks from our house leading into the Airport causing it to shut down all public services for a couple of days. .
My one week to trip to Pakistan was unwillingly extended to two weeks; to make matters worse my grandmother and uncles banned me and all of my cousins from leaving the house, making this trip horrendously boring. During the most boring two weeks of my entire life, all I did was watch TV or sit around on either my phone or laptop. .
One day I had enough and decided to leave the house without letting anyone know, I woke up before anyone else and took my uncles motorcycle keys. It took me a while to get the bike started but as soon as I did I took off in happiness. I drove around the neighborhood for a bit getting used to driving the motorcycle, and as soon as I did I headed for the streets.
