DAY 672

Almost a month gap from my blog & almost 2 weeks of gap from the internet. I think this was my first longest gap from internet ever.

So I am back from a 2 week long trip. Tando Adam & the people there I met was a great moment. After 7 years I met my mom & she did not recognize me. Wow! Isn’t that sad? Well! According to her she found me bit taller, handsome & smart. I was wearing kurta on jeans & that was another point that my mom got confused as 7 years back I never wear it. So after 3-4 hours my mom actually accepted that yes I am her son. I even joked that I can show you my ID card that I am your son.

My mom also went through an eye operation and thanks GOD I was with her as I was the only kid in the family & the only person that was waiting outside the operation theater tensed for almost 45 minutes. The operation went all fine by the blessing of Allah & the prayers of friends & family.

7 years is a long time & during those moments my mom & my family went through very tough times just because of me & I am not sure how to make it up to them but I am really sorry for all that. I did even have a chance to speak to my younger brother on the phone & thanks GOD now we are friends on FB. Today I saw all of his pics & wow! I have one cute & handsome brother. I even noticed that he is 1 inch taller than me. Ouch! That hurts :).

After almost 7 years I even got a chance to send SMS to my younger sister during my mom’s operation. Almost after 8-9 years I again went to Tando Adam & once again I got the chance to meet my cousins & family. Wow! I will have to say that the love that they gave me was something I can’t write in words. Every one in the family from the youngest to the eldest was loving towards me. It was a moment not to forget.

During my stay I had a chance to visit match & cloth factory. The process of how a match stick & the match box is made was great. I even had a chance to visit the sub jail of that city. One of my cousins works there & made arrangements for my visit. I even met a few prisoners & one of them even offered me a cup of tea which I rejected by saying thanks. The main problem I was facing during the conversation with the prisoners was that I could not even ask them how is life & how are you. Those are insulting questions for a prisoner. I even got the chance to visit my grand mother & one of my cousin’s grave for the first time. I even visited the grave of the famous Sufi poet “Shah Abdul Latif Bhittai” for the first time. I even had a chance to visit Hyderabad but that was just for few hours only.

So all the moments were nice except the one when I was about to leave. Regarding that I will write in my next blog…