My Lost Bag - The worst day of my life

It was the worst event of my life. This is April 14, 2018. I got up in the morning, washed my face, and told Mama that my biology is practical today. My practical paper was in a township school.

I was also preparing for the MCAT(Medical Admission Test)these days. Preparation of the MCAT starts during the practical of the 12th Class in Pakistan.MY family barely paid the MCAT fees of Rs 50,000. And having a holiday in it would have a very bad effect on the MCAT. But on that day, due to practical reasons, my mother dismissed ( holiday) me from the MCAT class for a day.

I did my entire preparation and grabbed my bag. Before leaving, I thought to confirm that the paper is today. When I saw the date sheet, it was on April 15 instead of April 14 on the paper date sheet. I was suddenly upset. I did not tell my family that my paper was mine tomorrow for fear of taking leave from the MCAT. And got on the bike to give the show off paper.

I stopped at a bus stop near the academy where I was preparing for the MCAT. And sat down. I was spending my paper time at the bus stop because I knew my paper was tomorrow

I unloaded my bag with a roll number slip practical copy, and a geometry box. I hung the bag with a hook at the bus stop. And began to spend his time. There was also a park with a bus stop I thought I'd sit in the park for a while. I sat in the park and sat there for about an hour.

Sitting in the park, suddenly the thought of my bag came to my mind. I forgot my bag at the same bus stop. I ran to my bag. But there was no bag. I also asked the people around, but no one saw anyone carrying the bag. I sat down at the bus stop again in a state of anxiety. I had my roll number slip in my bag, without which I would not be allowed to enter the paper. I kept thinking about this for a while.

Paper time was almost over. I rode my bike and walked home. As soon as I got home, I changed my facial expressions, and when the family asked how the paper went, I said it was great, it was very easy.

I kept thinking about my bag all day because tomorrow is my practical. I was worried about how I would be able to give the practical tomorrow without the slip and the practical copy.

I took the name of Allah and fell asleep. I spent all night thinking about the bag. I woke up in the morning and ate food.

I told my family that I was going to prepare for the MCAT when I had a practical paper that day. My papers had to start at 8:30. I left home at six o'clock. I stopped at the bus stop again and then sat down. I looked at my bag, but I couldn't find it. I sat there for a while, then I got on my bike and walked towards the school. I stopped my bike in front of the school gate at eight o'clock. And waited for the school guards to let the children in. When the school guard signaled, the children began to sit in the exam hall, showing their roll number slip in a line.

When I saw the school guard was not checking the roll number slip properly, I also joined the line. But when it was my turn, the guard asked me for the slip. I froze in front of him in a state of anxiety. When the guard asked me what was wrong with the boy. But I made the excuse that my bag had lost around your school grounds. In fact, my bag was lost at the bus stop.

The school guard took me to the ground. And there he asked the ground cleaner. How could he tell when the bag is not lost here. The school guard asked me to look at the bag in the dustbin lying on the ground. I knew that all this was useless.

Then the guard reassured me, "Don't worry, baby. I'll put you on paper."I wanted to sit in the exam somehow. My anxiety was getting worse. Then the guard took me to the superintendent(Exam supervisor). The superintendent asked me about my problem. I made a crying face and told the whole story. The superintendent asked the students in the exam hall about me if anyone knew him.

Only one child raised his hand in such a large hall. I breathed a sigh of relief. Then the superintendent gave me the paper. Finally I gave the paper.

I went out of the gate to say thank you, but I didn't get a guard. I got my bike out. I saw towards the school gate with a smile. I was feeling like a hero. Who fulfills his mission by risking his life. I was lying on my bed laughing at my careless and innocent acting