From Lahore to Karachi


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The Journey of Resilience:
In a city where life was an uphill battle, I found myself struggling to make ends meet while residing in Lahore. With only two meager meals a day to sustain my family of five, fulfilling their basic needs became an arduous task. The situation had pushed me to the brink, forcing me to seek opportunities beyond the confines of my hometown.

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The Calls from Karachi
Amidst the challenges in Lahore, my relatives and my wife’s family, who resided in Karachi, kept urging me to relocate. Their advice echoed in my ears: “Come here, find work, and build a future; you’ll see how your fortunes change in no time.” To me, Karachi seemed like a distant, magical land, an enigma I had only heard of but never experienced.

The Bold Decision
Determined to transform my life, I made a bold decision. I sold my house in Lahore and, along with my wife and children, embarked on a journey to Karachi. Our in-laws graciously offered us a place to stay until we could get back on our feet. The transition from Lahore to Karachi was not just a geographical shift; it was a leap of faith, a gamble for a better life.

The Job Hunt
Upon arriving in Karachi, I wasted no time and set out in search of employment. However, it wasn’t as easy as I had hoped. Job opportunities were scarce, and even menial labor was hard to come by. The money from selling our home was dwindling rapidly, and the prospect of buying a new one in Karachi seemed like a distant dream.

The Weight of Expectations
As days turned into weeks, the burden of expectations from relatives and extended family in Karachi grew heavier. It was as if the entire world was watching our struggle. Each day, when my children sat down to eat, we faced the harsh reality of either running out of flour, having too little sauce for dinner, or flooding the curry with excess water to make it stretch further.

A Father’s Desperation
Every evening, as I gazed upon my children’s emaciated faces, their eyes filled with hunger and their bodies weakened by malnutrition, my heart ached. I began to question if my decision to move to Karachi was the worst mistake of my life. At least in Lahore, I could have provided for my family, but now, we were trapped in the web of dependence on relatives.

The Turning Point
One morning, driven by desperation and determination, I decided to take matters into my own hands. I gathered the meager resources I had left, which included some basic tools and equipment used in shoe repairing and bicycle maintenance, and placed them in a cardboard box. I then sat under a tree, waiting for people who needed their shoes repaired or bicycles fixed.

The Divine Intervention
Miraculously, people started coming. Allah had not abandoned me; He had taken my hand. With unwavering resolve and tears in my eyes, I began to work diligently, mending shoes and repairing bicycles. The scorching heat of Karachi’s afternoons and the sweat on my brow became badges of honor, reminding me that I was on the path to redemption.

The Slow Climb
With time, I managed to save a little money, and I used it to rent a tiny house. My small-scale business began to grow, and my clientele expanded. However, the judgmental eyes of relatives and well-wishers never wavered. They continued to offer their condescending glances and sometimes, their pitying pieces of bread for my family.

The Unwavering Support
Despite the challenges and the skepticism of those around me, my house’s doors remained open to relatives and anyone in need. I witnessed the joy in their faces as they enjoyed hearty meals at my table, and I knew that my struggle had a purpose. It was not just about surviving; it was about thriving and extending a helping hand to others in their time of need.

The Triumph
As the days turned into years, Karachi became my home, and my small business flourished. The doubters were silenced, and the bread I shared with the less fortunate became a symbol of my resilience and the bonds I had forged. Karachi had transformed from an unfamiliar city to a place where my dreams had taken root and grown.

Conclusion
In retrospect, the decision to leave Lahore behind and make a fresh start in Karachi was the most challenging yet rewarding choice of my life. It was a journey marked by hardship, determination, and unwavering faith in the face of adversity. My story serves as a testament to the power of resilience, the importance of taking risks, and the potential for success even in the most trying circumstances.