I remember everything that happened — each and every detail. It was a normal day in Karachi, and we got ready for school as usual. There was some rain forecast though.

But let me make something very clear to you, this is a real story. It happened to me.

By 7:45 a.m., the students entering class were drenched because it had started raining. As every child does, we all yelled and cheered. The rain stopped after a few minutes and classes began. My classmates moaned and sat down to study (reluctantly, I must add).

At 12, the rain decided that its debut song wasn’t over, so it started again. When the school ended, we excitedly made our way home. My friends and I enjoyed the rain while we walked to our vans. Many kids had gone home early as their parents had come to pick them up due to the weather, but the rest of us going by vans left together.

Everyone was soaking wet, but no one cared. As I reached my van, I realised that my sister was still inside the school, waiting for me because we always left together for the van. Today, in my excitement to enjoy the rain, I had forgotten all about her. I hurried back inside and returned with my sister and in doing so became even more drenched.

We finally started off, but before too long, our van stopped working. My friend........

© Dawn Young Magazine