Proud to be Pakistani

A lady named Syeda Saira Ijaz travelled from Dallas, Texas (USA) via Abu Dhabi and reached Islamabad on July 05, 2016. She had visited Pakistan after a long time. She narrates her experience.

I arrived in Islamabad with my three kids on the last day of Ramadaan. When we reached, we were informed that our luggage didn’t make it from Abu Dhabi but were reassured that it would arrive on the evening flight. On my way to Peshawar, I stopped again at the Islamabad airport to pick my luggage. It was very hot & humid & the clouds started pouring monsoon as soon as the Adan for Maghrib was called. The whole airport, staff, visitors got busy with breaking of fast. I noticed multiple places where people just sat & they were served Iftar. I had traveled that day so I wasn’t fasting so found myself a bench near a fan & sat there with my three kids & waited for my luggage.

During that time, so many people came & asked me if I needed something to eat. I thanked them and told them that it was okay, I wasn’t fasting. Still they kept on asking. Finally I saw a gentleman who propably had a shop in the airport coming towards me with a piece of paper. He put that paper down, in it were the pakoraas & dates. He said it didn’t look nice that they were eating while I sat there with my kids without food. My heart melted at that gesture. My older son told me ” mama they are so nice.” I told him this was very common in Pakistan. Few minutes later he came with a glass of juice & offered it to us.

The people at customs had told me that they would take me inside the airport once all the luggage has been checked & that meant another half an hour. I embraced myself for bribing my way to claim my luggage but instead they offered me & my kids their office. The officer said “madam please wait here & I’ll inform you once the luggage is ready.” So I sat in the air-conditioned office while he kept calling the front office every five minutes & by the way he too got my kids boxes of juice.

When the luggage arrived, he escorted me there while walking my two year old with him. Once I got my luggage, he left with a Khuda Hafiz.

NOTE from Blogger:
This is my dear country Pakistan where humans live and NOT the monsters portrayed by the Western Powers and there funded media. May Allah bless my dear country Pakistan with unity, progress and prosperity, and make it live for ever

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