My trip to Pakistan

Well! i have to admit that life is nothing but a game and life is very fast, faster than the lightning which strikes a lonely heart. I came back from Pakistan, cant believe it hey? Lived there like a KING for about 4 and half months.I aint bragging, im remembering Allah's blessings onto me. We were cool with that.
Anyways, so many things happened, my eyes are still full of some wonderful sights of the wonderful country, my homeland Pakistan. It was like a dream, i knew the life i live here is totally opposite to how i live in Pakistan but it didnt take me long to adjust. But what goes up must come down. Finally i had to come back to South Africa, i tried my best to make a living in Pakistan but i just could'nt, tried to find a good employment in Dubai as well but all my connections turned me down. My happiness and sadness, my success and loss has one thing in common, that is loneliness. I have always felt lonely and very insecure even if surrounded by so-called self-proclamed best mates. Deep inside i knew that what i have and and what i will have is only because of my parents prayers and by Allah's grace. Noone and i mean no one will help you when you are down but your parents especially mother. When dayz are friends are few. I have still got a very long way to go in life, i want to be something, i admit i should have studied further, when i saw young indivisuals doing masters in certain fields, i kinda looked in the mirror and said to myself, loser. I believe i can stil do something, but i just dont know what, i dont have any sources anymore, dad is not even talking to me, that i'll shed some light on it some other time, yea he isnt talking to me since i returned from Pakistan. By the way, something very interesting, i went to Pakistan on the valentines day and got back on my birthday. So i was talking about sources, sources are like tools, if handled cleverly, can be very useful, i think at this very moment my biggest tool is the internet. I usually spend about 3-4 hours per day on internet, doing nothing so important. Going on social sites and messing about, etc, etc. In Pakistan i never even watched t.v or used so much internet, i used to sleep at 1-2am and wake up at 9-10am, never ate on time, i felt that life there was very hectic and fast. Everything there was like had to move, people never stopped, sorry to say but Pakistanis are very rude, when you smile at them they never smile back, they love to stare at you if your are an alien from mars, they love to fight, they are very merciless, dishonest, they show no care to children or poors, they are not social friendly. They love to follow their local leaders or mullahs blindly, not doing their own research in search of betterment or truth. But again, five fingers are not same, there were some good people as well.
Trip to Pakistan was fun. I still miss it.