Running from home

 When I was 18 years old, once at night, my father argued with me. In anger he slapped me, so I ran away from home. I thought about going to my elder brother in Larkana, but it was night so no trains were available. I went into Freer Hall Park to spend the night, and in the morning I planned to go to my elder brother by train.

 

While I was sleeping on a bench two men came to me and asked me where I came from. I told them that I was running from home. They posed like they were from an intelligence agency, and took me to a corner of the park. In the corner, one of the men told me to hold his penis. I ran away at that moment. There was a Marriot hotel nearby, I ran toward it. They ran behind me to grab me, but I ran away.

 

When I reached the hotel they asked me what happened. I told them the whole story. They asked me about my telephone number. I told them that I didn’t want to go home, instead in the morning I would go to my elder brother in Larkana. They told me they would not call my father but asked me to give my number, just in case of emergency. I gave them my telephone number. After half an hour my father came and took me home. They called my father and told him about me. He was searching for me so he came as soon he received their call.

 

The moral of the story is don’t beat your children, you don’t know when they run away. At that day I was saved, but something bad could have happened to me.