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                                                                                                                       I was sitting in the 

plane waiting to reach my destination and 

finally the plane landed. I trotted out of the 

plane and grabbed my suit cases. Many 

people in sight were, in the apparent cultural 

dress, known as shalwar kameez, at least 

that was what my itinerary said. I had taken 

a local bus from next to the airport, and as I 

glanced out of the window, I saw green and 

white flags with a crescent and star, people 

obviously had some patriotic blood in their 

veins. I got out of the bus, ready to do some 

exploring, but stopped, as the bus driver was 

saying something to me, in their local 

language. 

I asked him what he was saying but he obviously 

didn’t get my dialect. A lady beside me informed 

me that I had some change left with him. I took 

my change, in rupees and as I looked back, ‘’My 

name is Aiza,’’the lady introduced herself. ‘’Hi! I’m 

Christina, and yes, I’m obviously a tourist,” I told 

her, all smiles. “Oh and thank you back there!” 

“Oh its really no problem,” the lady, Aiza told me 

hospitably.We then separated ways and I headed 

off towards my hotel, I took out my phone and 

checked the direction of the hotel and it was 10 

minutes 

away from the bus stop. I walked as I saw a 

beautiful trailer with truck art of a   scenery 

painted on it. Some beautiful graffiti was also 

painted here and there on the walls, which 

introduced me to the rich colours of Pakistan. 

The scenery was painted with bright colours 

and shades of reds, oranges, blues, hues of 

yellows and greens. Some children’s faces 

sticking out from the windows were adding to 

the natural beauty of the scenery. Before I even 

realized I was standing in front of a stupendous 

building painted bright yellow and white from 

the tip to the top. It had PC (Pearl Continental) 

written on it with golden brass. I went inside the 

gigantic building and saw the reception in front of 

me. I saw the receptionist who had dark brown 

hair, eyes and pale skin. 

 I saw her name tag where Ayesha was written in big 

bold letters. ‘’Hello ma’am how may I help you?’’ she 

asked ‘’Hello Ayesha remember I talked to you for my 

reservation’’ I replied. ‘’Yeah! you’re Christina, am I 

right?’’ she said with a bright smile. “ I have booked 

room 269 for you Ma’am’’ she added while pressing the 

button of the bell beside her. A boy came running   who 

had really short hair, dark brown skin and black eyes. 

‘’Yes ma’am’’ he said to Ayesha.He walked as I 

followed him. He was going towards the elevator and 

pressed 3.I went inside ‘’So where are you from 

ma’am’’ he asked ‘’London’’ I replied. He was looking at 

the floor the whole time till the elevator door 

opened.This was like the longest period of time I had 

spent in the elevator. Usman, walked and led me to my 

room. 

There was a king sized bed and a T.V. in front 

of it. It had a cupboard with a fridge, a locker, 

a robe and some extra slippers.I woke up, 

yawning, the next day, and got out of my 

bed. I suddenly noticed a balcony and went 

out there. It had some flower pots potted with 

flowers blooming out.   I came back inside the 

room and called my tour guide ‘’Hello Mr 

Adnan I am Christina Smith talking. I wanted 

to know about my schedule.’’ I asked. ‘’Oh 

Ms. Smith! You should meet me at the 

restraunt near your hotel, its called Cosa 

Nostra and its 20 minutes away from your 

hotel. I will be waiting for you with your 

schedule’’ he said. ‘’Ok bye then, I’ll meet you 

there’’.I went back to the ground floor and ran 

to the reception. ’’Ayesha, where will I find a 

taxi?’’ I asked. ’’You can find a taxi from 

outside the hotel they pass by the hotel 

frequently.” She replied with a smile. 

I went outside and before I knew it I was seated in a 

taxi. The driver took me to Cosa Nostra as I asked him 

to. Striding inside, I saw a man seated at a table,he had 

fair skin and dark black hair. He was ordering a drink and 

I recognized him from his voice immediately. I walked 

over to him ‘’You must be Mr. Adnan’’ I said. ’ Yes and 

you’re Ms. Christina? Please, have a seat.”    I sat at the 

seat parallel to him ‘’So, where am I going first?’’ I 

probed ‘’This is your schedule, yes, right here, so, first 

we’ll start with Badshahi Mosque…” Yes, by now you 

must have realised where I am; right in the heart of 

Pakistan, in Punjab, Lahore “And then Wagha Border” ’he 

told me. ‘’Okay great’’ I said even though I wasn’t 

listening.   ‘

‘’But the bad news is that I have an emergency 

and I can’t accompany you there, although I 

have brought a big bus ticket which will take you 

to all these places so no problem. The bus will 

be coming at the bus stop nearby in 5 minutes, 

you can go enjoy your trip and I will meet you 

later.” he informed me ‘’Okay then, I’ll see you 

later.’’ As I went towards the bus stop, I saw 

many buses there, I handed my ticket to the 

right bus keeper and went inside to sit as I see a 

shop that says queerly in Roman English, ‘Chai 

Ka Dhaba’ I grabbed my phone and searched 

its meaning and got to know that it’s a place 

where people drink tea and other refreshments 

are served. 

Finally the bus stopped and I saw a beautiful mosque 

made out of red sand-stone.    A tourist guide told us 

that it was built by Emperor Aurangzeb. The marble 

domes cover seven prayer chambers. In the 

chambers above the Gate of the mosque, are housed 

the remains attributed to the Holy Prophet of Islam 

Mohammed, Peace be upon him, His Daughter and 

His son-in-law and are said to have been brought to 

South Asia by Amir Taimur. 

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