By

Sarrah Murtaza

My life has put a lot of challenges on my path, and the most difficult challenge was shifting to Pakistan.

Firstly, I had this sort of image in my head that Pakistan is a certain way and nothing can change that.

When I found out that we’ll be moving, I was happy at the moment, but soon realized that I had to deal with my worst enemy, change. Ohh, come on! Who likes change?, I sure don’t. It just means that I had to pick my lazy self up and adapt to a whole new routine. I also started missing my aunt, uncle and cousins, who I spent basically my whole childhood with. I didn’t understand one specific thing or an unignorable difference was that even the lights that were dim there are brighter than the lights here, like How??? I want to say that my social life has gotten better here, but then that would be lying. I could hardly make friends there, and it’s way harder to make friends here, like it’s 3-4 years now and I only have like 3-4 close friends. 

Another thing I don’t understand is why there is so much grouping here, like the 5 friends sit together and the friendless or socially awkward sit alone.

How are all the women here in some kind of club? Where you H A V E to invite the members at your house in your turn.

Oh, and why does everyone at school think I’m a nerd because I come second, like no thanks. I’d like to get out of school as soon as possible, and seeing my Urdu grades, I don’t even know how???

The only reason I take notes is because 

1. The teacher told me in my remarks to take notes to avoid laziness(which I secretly know will never work)
2. Because my brain cannot store that much information at the same time.
3. …I don’t know

Oh, and question. Who ate up all the roads here? Is there a road monster? Should I be aware? When it rains here, we enjoy the rain a lot but only when it stops do we realize that the rainwater has mixed with the dirt on the ground and made muddy puddles which temporary fill the holes, then suddenly rain doesn’t feel nice anymore.

I think the thing I miss most from there were the snacks.

Even though, I know it isn’t but everything seems more expensive here because of the notes like 50, 100 and 1000. But, there I could shop to my heart’s desire using a 10 note. The lowest currency there is 25 fills and here its 1 rupee.

And, what’s with all these people I’m supposed to know like, what she does, or the reason she got divorced and stuff. Like, that’s her life not mine!!!

Here, everyone knows everyone, like hey you’re my friend’s sister’s friend’s brother’s daughter. Or. Do you remember me? You were a baby when I last saw you, do you remember I bought you that toy which was your favorite when you were young. Like, you said it yourself that I was a baby. I didn’t know how to function my brain when I was at that age!

i guess I have tried to accept this change but there’s nothing that can stop me from missing home.

    

Wri