4 Khan Zanub Khan Professor Riddell English 101 27 June 2017 Descriptive Narrative Essay It takes one moment to change a person’s perspective about a situation in life. In this case, I was a victim of a situation in the homeland I call Pakistan. Lahore, Pakistan isn’t the best place to visit although visiting the homeland during my summer was always something I looked forward to. Enjoying my time with family and always having a blast. An event occurred last summer while I was visiting, making me doubt my decisions, and taught me a lesson that I will never forget. Perhaps that moment changed my life, and scarred me from wanting to ever visit again. A cowardly mistake, which could’ve cost us our lives. One unusual night, around 1 am, my two cousins Ahmed and Zaid decided to go drinking. Back home drinking is considered illegal. In order to get alcohol you have to go through the black market. For those who may not know, black market is an illegal trade in officially controlled or scarce commodities. However, prior to that decision our parents told us specifically not to go out late at night without a driver. A driver in Pakistan is almost a norm in every household. The driver usually knowing his way around the cities, and carrying a gun for safety of his passengers. Being wreck-less thinkers, we snuck out one of the cars without the driver, and left for what we called a mission. This “mission” involved us going to a shady neighborhood to grab what we wanted and leave. Zaid drove the car, Ahmed was in the passenger seat, and I was in the back. As we were driving the vision of a road not paved, cows and goats tied up corner to corner. Houses made out of bricks and concrete. People drugged up, and out of all the places that happened to be the only place to get whatever kind of drug or drinking supply you wanted. At that moment unsettling thoughts came to me, thoughts of something that could get us in trouble or our parents finding out. Those thoughts were ignored, possibly because my assumption was that my cousins come here often to get their drinking fix. As I continue ignoring these thoughts they are looking for a house that they are unsure of, giving me that feeling of anxiety in my stomach that they really have no idea what they are doing. However, they finally got what they wanted and left. It was what happened after that threw us off our seats, as we would never imagine happening to us. We were heading back home; Mind you this was a 30-minute drive from our house. We didn’t think much of it, but it happened to be that a car was following us. They pulled up next to the driver seat. About two guys in the car that leveled up to us, both covered with a cloth around their face. It was then where we all felt something bad was about to happen. The guy pulled out a gun and put it towards Zaids head. We all panicked! This wasn’t America where you call or text 911, and they come to your service. It wasn’t a place where they investigate until .