Today I have a dream that Iam in Toba tek
singh (town in Pakistan)
and I met kammu. She told me If you want to meet me she will come to me.
Actually I was thinking to write about her one childhood story which I still
remember. This happened in Islam pura an area of Toba tek Singh. In those days
Islam pura was not that big as it is now. New Islam pura and Raja park area was
green lush fields full of crops like wheat, sugar cane, Corn, and green leaves
like chtalla lusan for cattle’s. In our neighbour hood we had few harukia
families. Toba tek singh had very peaceful life and all communities used to
live in full harmony. In our neighbour hood there was no any ill feelings in
the community whether you are shia sunni wahabi or ahmadi. People and families
used to known by caste or their profession i.e jattan da kahr, gujran or
rajputan da kahr or maulvian da kahr, naiyaan da kahr, mauchiyan da kahr and
julahyaan da kahr.
Kammu was
one of their children although she was few years older than us but we used to
play together. Amazing thing about that time I have realised now we used to
share our stories and happenings with each other. One day kammo told us all
children shyish way and with giggles that man (from our neighbour hood) took
her in the sugar can field removed my shalwar and his shalwar and started to
rub his penis on my vagina. First he was rubbing slowly and then faster. After few
minutes his piss came out on my vigina and he gave me one anna (money during those days 16 anas in
a ruppee). He left me quickly after making me wet. She said then I put my
shalwar on and went to the shop to buy some orange sweets (sentray diyan
muchiyaan). Yes kammu Iam sure I will meet you one day because I would like to
ask you few questions about this particular incident and many more untold
stories. I remember one name now he was older boy of your next door neighbour
who actually didn’t piss but sexually abused and tried to rape you.
After finishing my graduation I joined one textile mill in Kotri Hydrabad Pakistan as shift manager with shift supervisor, few departmental incharges, more than 100 machine operators and helpers. I have worked in this job for about six months and then left for another place to Kohat near Pakistan/Afghanistan border.
During this job I had chance to visit twice Pakistan’s fire arms markets where you could buy any amount of weapons freely without any permit or license. Most shops were small factories of weapons.
Anyway during my stay at Kohat I have given one room in officer’s hostel with my senior who was production manager. I was new in this job as shift manager.
One day I and my room mate were talking about different things and he started teasing me. First I thought he is just joking and after few minutes he started touching me. I was still under impression that he is joking. I took it as joke but then I realized that he is serious.
After few minutes he became serious and started to chase and grabbed me. Then he dragged me under him. I was trying to get rid of him but he was stronger and older than me. The room door was latched. I started to scream but still he was serious to rape me.
I was sure I was going to be raped that day but luckily someone knocked the door. He left me and then opened the door. It was laundry man for cloths and for bed linen for collection. Was it help from the God? At that time I thought it was. After this incident he
Got scared and tried to convince me that he was joking. He also asked me not to report to the management otherwise he will lose his job and reputation. Next day he moved out from the room to another accommodation in the Kohat town. I just put this incident as a bad experience and forgot all about it. He was still looking for chance to send me away from his job. One day due to small problem in my shift he called the meeting and tried to insult me in front of other officers. After that I have decided that I better leave this place.
I went to the Kohat bus station after the meeting and took the next bus to Faisalabad. Next day he phoned me and asked me where you are? I told him Iam not in Kohat anymore so don’t need to be scared.
Another in Kuwait
I had problem with my internet connection and desperate to check my emails. One morning I got a bus to Alfahaheel . There is one Yahoo computer/phone accessories shop on ground floor and in the basement they have internet café. It was about 8AM. I took time slip from the counter went down stairs. On the last computer near the wall was Egyptian looking guy. As soon as I entered he smiled at me and I gave him back. I have chosen computer in the middle entered my email address and password. That Egyptian guy said something in Arabic like are you Pilipino? I said no Iam not Pilipino sorry. Then he said do you know any sex site? I said I don’t know Iam afraid. He said don’t need to be afraid come near to his seat. I said sorry Iam ok here. After few minutes he came to my seat and started looking at my screen. I said to him please do not disturb Iam busy.
He went away and kept on saying minute after minute. Suddenly he opened his zip off and started masturbating. I just ignored him and after checking my emails I came out of that basement. I have told this incident to my friends and they told me there are many single expats and is usual thing in them.
Al Mangaf and basement again
I have met a group of Pakistanis and started talking to them and pretended to them I just knows only English. They brought tea for me and while we were talking one Pakistani told to others in Punjabi that someone like me was visiting Pakistan from Uk. He took him to show his farm and raped him. After that incident he became very silent.other pakistani told him in punjabi you shouldnt tell like this
Then other said could you arrange visas for UK. They could pay me lots of money.
I told them there is no way to get visa for uk unless you go to embassy in Kuwait and apply there.
Few months later I met one of them again and started talking to him in Punjabi. He became very ashamed that what they have talked in front of me that day.
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