Hungry traveler Interesting Story

Hungry traveler

I lived in the city to study and my mother was in Abu village. Abu was living a life of retirement. Some income came from farms and a small garden.

I lived in the city to study and my mother was in Abu village. Abu was living a life of retirement. Some income came from farms and a small garden. I came to Karachi from my village Abbottabad and lived with my elder brother Munir, who was working on building contracts.

Abu used to send me money from the village, which I used to spend on house deals despite my brother's prohibition. The sisters-in-law were not our relatives, so there was a strangeness in their behavior. She did not like my stay in the house, but apparently she did not say anything.

I came here after passing the matriculation exam and now I have just entered the first year.

That day my brother and sister-in-law were talking softly that could i control myself by hearing my name and started listening to secretly.

My sister-in-law was not happy to be with me. She was urging her brother to tell her to stay in the college hostel. I was very embarrassed to hear that.

At that moment, I decided that what I really needed to do was learn how to do it right.

Amir also came from a village. He studied and worked in a hotel. I thought I'd do something too. That way I would be able to make ends meet and not feel the need to take money from anyone. Together they will pay half the room rent.

 A week later, Amy Abu called and expressed her concern. They were not happy about my separation. A few days later, Abu's health suddenly deteriorated. I got upset again.

I had spent money and could not find a job despite my best efforts.

I got restless and hurried to get ready, but the real problem was Topis. The bus ticket was two and a half thousand kathas and I had only five soropas. My brothers could help me, but my heart would not allow me to help them.

Amir also belonged to a poor family. Still, he arranged for something and gave me ten thousand rupees. When I got on the bus, my pockets were completely empty and I was traveling for more than 24 hours.

The long journey began after dawn.

At noon I parked the bus in front of a hotel, then I went to the mosque and prayed and spent time sitting there, drank water and got on the bus. By evening my condition had worsened. When the bus stopped for prayers, some passengers sat in the hotel and started drinking tea.

I wish some traveler would give me a cup of tea.

The bus left again. At half past nine the bus stopped at a hotel. Now I began to feel weak. On one side I was fast asleep and on the other side I was having stomach ache.

This was my condition till the Fajr prayers. The Fajr prayer was offered in Bani Masjid by the side of the road, then the bus left. Most of the passengers were snoring. Suddenly a bus stopped at a checkpoint. The two men climbed up. The third asked the driver to stop just to one side.

The driver pulled the bus to the side of the road and got down and started talking to the officer standing next to the police mobile.

The two crew members were watching passenge carefuly. They came to me too. He looked at me carefuly, than took his mobile phone out of his pocket, checked it, asked my name and went downstairs.

He landed in Chargan. Open the next door and two people come down. One was my age and the other was a middle-aged man looking like a senior officer. The policemen rushed towards him and approached him and saluted him.

Then I recognized the boy.

He was my classmate Azfar, whose father held a senior position in an important department.

Now everything changed in an instant. In fact, it was Bazm Josji, she was for me. The invitation that the bus passengers were giving was actually due to me.

Azfar wanted to study at a large army college in Abbottabad.

He had taken this permission from his parents on the condition that I would study with him, because my house was also there and Azfar would have had the facility to stay in my house on holidays. Her family could have been just as satisfied.

Azfar found me in Karachi and found out that I had left for Abbottabad this morning.

He caught me before he reached my house with the help of his father. He soon convinced me that we would both study at the same college in Abbottabad. Then my journey started again, but now I was traveling in a government jeep. Now my stomach was full and my heart was full.