Rest of My Journey

The rest of it was sucked badly. When I had first seen that Hasnain and Siraj were in the same flight, thought I would have some company. But Hasnain disappeared, and Siraj was more trouble than help. First I had an excess of 8 kilograms. The guy asked me to remove some stuff and give back to him. I had only removed 3 and shoved them into the Laptop and Guitar bags and he let it through without checking. So I managed to smuggle 5 kilos of stuff into the country {nice}. The people did not allow liqiuids onto the flight so I had to drink 1 liter water in one go and had to go for urgent bathroom break in the flight. I did not know that Emirates gives us food during our 12 hour transit. Siraj told me that and said that we needed our boarding passes for the meal and the food court was in one end of the airport and our gate was in the other {the Dubai Airport is really poorly planned}. Siraj said he would hold the boarding passes while I ate. And he forgot them while going back, and I remembered only after reaching our gate. Then I had to run {yes I said run} all the way back and get them. And then come back to get to the flight. Incidentally my seat was right beside Siraj’s. I watched Death Note 2 {the live action movie} in the Flight and I have to say the edit in the end was awesome. But L still dies. When we got down from the flight I went straight and stood in the line because I knew how long it would take so it was better to stand as quickly as possible. But then Siraj came and told me that I could come along with him as they would go as one family. But then even they were stopped and they had to stand in a shorter line {family} and I was sent to the singles line. I went and reached the front {finally after like 40 minutes}. And the guy says this line is only for new people and the re-entry people have another line go and stand there {he just had to stamp on my passport and visa and I would go….What a load of crap!!!} Then I stood in that line and when I was halfway through the asshole goes for a break and the line is disbanded. Then a Saudi brings all the re-entry people to one line and then separates the singles and the family. I was put in single. Then the family people go first then another guy checks everyone and see’s that I am still under 18 and removes me from the line and sends me back to another {What the Fuck!!! It’s just one stamp}. Then, one guys searches for all people coming from Emirates Airlines line by line. He checks every line and the line before mine doesn’t have any guy from the flight and so he stops at there and doesn’t check in mine. I went and told him that I too came in the same flight but then he says, “No, only the lines in which I check, I want. Go back and stand.” {aaaarrrrrrrgggggghhhhhhh. Stupid asshole} By the time I reached the front, everyone from my flight had gone and the 2 flights that came later than mine {Air India and Sri Lankan Airlines} were also gone. One women in the family actually saw me banging my head on the wall {I was frustrated} and got scared. Then the guy comes to check the re-entry people again and then scolds me for staying here even after coming from Emirates around 3 hours ago {Yeah it was my choice!!! I enjoyed waiting in the line for 3 hours with a laptop and a Guitar on my shoulders}. The he put me in a really small line. But the fucker sitting on the counter told me that the line was done right after I reached the front. The guy in the adjacent line told that I could go before him {and trust me I couldn’t thank him enough}, but the guy behind him {It was one of those freaking mallu’s that have a god complex and no patience} tells me to get to the back of the line. I gave him one look and said, “My flight arrived at 9:55 and I have been waiting for a really long time and I am really tired so please shut your fucking {yes, I actually said that to an adult….even though he was smaller than me it’s still a big deal} mouth and stand”. And I think the guy genuinely scared { I hadn’t slept so I think that gave me a scarier look}.My turn comes and 10 seconds in 10 seconds he stamps and enters in his computer and sends me off. For those 10 seconds I had to wait for 4 hours…4 freaking long and agonizing hours. By the time I went to baggage claim I was nearly out. I was parched and exhausted as hell. I got to a water cooler and the water put some life back into me as I took my 35 kilo stuff out of the place to the last baggage scan. And there he tells me to open my suitcase because I am smuggling magazines. I really had no energy to argue so I just showed him that it was my books and he asked for my passport and actually checked for my listing in a school. And when I finally got out of the airport it was 3:20 and the first person that recognized me was Anamma ma’am. She sees me and asks, “You are Saboor’s brother. How is he? Is he coming with you now? What is he doing?” Great. I am already exhausted and now this. So I had to explain to her everything and then she left me and then I went and saw my parents. And my mom gets worried cause “I looked Scary” {who knew I could ever be intimidating}. Then the janitor comes and asks for my passport {I had forgotten to take it from the guy}. Then I managed to stay awake till home and collapsed into the bed at around 4, I finally had some sleep, not a nap for an hour that ends in a weird dream but a real long sleep. I woke up around 2 and went straight to the airport {again….same clothes} to leave my mom. While coming back we went to visit my aunt to show that I had come back and we ate dinner and left. Came home around 10 and went to sleep. I woke up this morning and realized that I had been in the same clothes for 3 straight days. Nice!
Sameed Ahmed
…Feels good to be home…