The 17th century Badshahi Mosque built by Mughal emperor Aurangzeb in Lahore (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
I left my footprints on Peshawar road Rawalpindi years ago. I loved the city.Our house was on that street. I remember going up to the gate of our house,waiting for the bus. It picked me up at 6 A.M.We were the first ones picked up on that street and dropped off at 4:30 P.M.
I would come home hungry,I’d have my breakfast at 4:30 A.M..It was my last meal before 4:30 P.M. I was too shy to eat in front of all the people including my classmates.Mom religiously gave food for my lunch. I left it uneaten. I’d come home and give it to my younger siblings. I told them not to tell Mom.
I had another option,my Mom sent food for me and my elder sister,I never ate it. My sister had fun sharing the food with her friends.
One day I was so hungry. I came home and rushed to the kitchen to eat. Our servant served the food. The food was cold.I started crying .My Dad asked me why I was crying.I told him, Bari,the servant gave me cold food. My Dad was furious. The servant was warned .From then on,Bari heated the food when he saw me getting off the bus.
I liked my school,we learned so many different things. The nuns were strict,they were also very kind. We left Rawalpindi when my Dad passed away. I still miss walking and running around with my younger siblings.
The other picture is of the famous Badshahi mosque in Lahore. I was a student at Lady Maclagan College. We used to go sight seeing when we had time. I was keen to see the mosque.It is a beautiful mosque. We had to take off our shoes before we went in. I took off mine and threw them on the pile.The guard at the gate, looked at me and let me know by his expression, I should not throw them. I picked them up and carefully placed them.
Something that amazed me about the gate keeper was he could hand over our shoes without help. His memory was unbelievable!
English: A view of peshawar road rawalpindi cantt (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
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