Umair KhanKidnapping v. Taking away of a person against the person’s will.

I always thought that kidnapping was merely just pish-posh that could happen only in the world of television and action dramas flicks. Ha! That was, of course, well before I was kidnapped myself.

It was one heck of an ordeal. Details of which you’ll read after the jump. By the end I was tired, exhausted and totally shocked.

In the end though, all that matters really is that I am now safe and sound. Back with my loving family. I thank Almighty Allah for that.

Read on ahead for the full story.

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Note

This article has been written by Awais Imran. I wrote it down especially for Umair. Getting kidnapped is no fun. From what I’ve written down beneath, it may sound like I’m disrespecting Umair (he’s my dearest jiggr friend for God’s sake!), but all I really want to do is cheer him up. If it doesn’t do that, then this post will simply be deleted. Period.

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Fazaia Degree College Risalpur

Lets Study!

Pardhai season was on. New admissions were being taken in. I had scored nicely in matric, so keeping up with the merit of different colleges was not an issue for me.

I decided to go for Fazaia Degree College. It’s not the best of what Mardan district offers, but it gets the job done. Besides, that’s the same place I completed my matriculation from, so why not?

A Bad Mistake

Our family driver guy is a real fartsy-pooper guy. Not that he stinks (which he does) but he gets pissed if he has to go that extra mile for us. Literally.

My original plan was to go straight to the college. But our driver, as usual, was making the mommy-mommy-I-wanna-go-home face. Such faces call for drastic decisions, mine was to get dropped at a nearby bus stop.

Bad mistake: Five minutes later, I was kidnapped. Oopsies.

Blindfolds and Chloroform

Stupid kidnappers. Why are they always so powerful? Now here I am, walking peacefully down the road. Next thing I know, two arms grab me and pull me into some car.. effortlessly.

Inside the car, two huge dudes blindfolded me while I screamed like a little girl. It’s hard maintaining your composure in moments like these.

*bang* I’m unconscious.

Where Was I?

Revolver GunI can’t exactly recall where I was taken… since I was unconscious (duh). I came to my senses only when they threw me into a dark room. There were three other boys sitting on the floor.

There was no bed, no chair, no nothing to sit or stretch on. Only a cold hard floor.

Also in our room was this weak little guard. We could’ve kicked his ass from there to Saddar Nowshera, but we just couldn’t.

A dumbass with a revolver in his hand is not to be fooled around with.

Hopelessness

The day passed through painfully slow. The lights were dim. No food. No water. No contact with the outside world. We were getting hopeless.

The night was spent crying. Worst night ever, I swear.

You Kidnapped Me To Do It? WHAT?

a fucking brick.After a hard night’s sleep, we woke up to the guard’s loud conversation with his boss. It sounded like we were being moved some place else soon. We also understood what we were kidnapped for: prostitution.

A man prostitute? That just screws up your concepts man. Awais later told me that male prostitutes were, in fact, real and were called gigolos (pronunciation: jig-o-los).

Not good. Not good at all. By now, we were completely hopeless. Almost 4PM now.

Thank You Brick!

But as luck had it, the guard fell asleep about twenty minutes right after that. This was perhaps our only chance to run away. All three of us looked at each other. I motioned to one of the larger boys to grab a brick (which was, as luck had it, right besides the sleeping guard).

And with a thunder-clappin’ SMASH! of brick crushing bone, the guard fell to the floor and lay there motionless. We could now escape.

RUN!

Once we were out of the room, we all went down separate paths. I took the one on the right for no clear reason. All we wanted was to run. Run away as far as we could.

I ran for almost half-an-hour to reach a road. It was the longest I had run in one instant. I waited there at the road for a few minutes. Hoping for a taxi to come that could take me to some place which wasn’t so desolate.

One taxi came right by. The nearest taxi adda was usually right besides the Daewoo Station, so I asked him to take me there.

At the station, I shifted to another taxi cab. The driver was hesitant to take me to Nowshera at night. O_o

He did eventually agree to go. I mean he had to when I told him he’d be paid what he asks…

Home

pakistan taxi datsun old

My condition was rather severe. I could barely walk or talk. The only thing I kept me from falling straight to the floor was seeing my dear dear family after having gone through so much without their ever-loving support.

I reached back home at 11PM. Door was locked. I rang the bell. And waited for someone to come. My eldest sister opened the door.

“Umair!!!!!!!!!”

You can imagine the rest.

My mother was on the very verge of unconsciousness, she could barely muster a smile but I could sense that she was absolutely joyous. My sisters along with my Dada were crying. Though my Baba was practically beaming with joy!

I never knew that hugs and a seemingly endless amount of kisses can be oh so powerful!

Shukar Alhamdolillah

Once I had painstakingly explained to my family why I hadn’t replied to their text messages or calls, I finally opened my roza… after a break of almost two days.

That first swallow of water. Ahh. Unexplainable really.

Alhamdolillah, I am now quite stable. I can talk to you if you want to.. you know.. give me a ring. We could go out for iftar at HFC. They did kidnap me for my looks after all..

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Jokes aside, I am so SO happy to have Umair back! Don’t know what I would’ve done without him.