Today my heart is very heavy and my small rented room in Lahore feels completely silent. It has been ten long days since I lost my job at the clothing store. Ten days of sitting inside these four walls, watching the clock move, and waiting. If you have ever been jobless while living alone in a distant city, you will understand exactly how terrifying this silence can be.
I was waiting so eagerly for Tuesday. I told you in my last post that a new shop owner promised to call me for an interview on Tuesday. I spent the last two days full of hope and excitement. I cleaned my only good dress, woke up early, and kept my mobile phone right next to my hand. But the whole day passed, the sun went down, and my phone never rang. They did not call me at all.
When you are a working-class man, a missed interview call is not just a small disappointment. It feels like a door slamming shut right in your face. I sat on my bed for hours last night, just staring at my blank phone screen. In these dark moments, your mind starts playing tricks on you. You feel lonely, you feel like a failure, and you miss the comfort of your mother's lap so much. I wished I could just pack my bags and run back to my family in Karachi, but running away does not pay the room rent.
My savings are shrinking every day, and the stress is real. But even with tears in my eyes, I refused to let my spirit break. I stood up, took a deep breath, and looked outside my window at the busy Lahore streets. I reminded myself of the promise I made to my mother when I left Karachi. I came here to build a home, not to pack up and leave at the first sign of trouble.
Human beings can promise you a job and then forget about you. Managers can insult you and kick you out of their shops. But I still believe with all my heart that our Rizq belongs only to Allah Almighty. If that door did not open for me on Tuesday, it simply means that God is preparing a much better door for me somewhere else in this big city. Tomorrow morning, I will not sit and wait for a phone call anymore. I will step out, walk into new markets like Ichhra and Anarkali, and look for work with my own feet.
This is the raw, unedited truth of my life right now. It is a season of tests, tears, and waiting. Have you ever faced a week where every plan failed and no one called you back? How did you keep your hope alive? Please share your words of comfort and remember a struggling brother in your prayers in the comments below. Your support is the only thing keeping me company in this empty room today.
