Stewart Chapter 1. I hate flying. I always have. The take-off and landings have always terrified me and tonight was no different. A strong crosswind made things even worse. One wheel thudded onto the tarmac, lurching the plane steeply to the left. It felt like we momentarily lifted off again, when the other wheel suddenly made contact with planet Earth. I kept my eyes tightly closed, my heart pounding. A child was screaming his lungs out somewhere to the rear of the plane. A woman, opposite, was muttering something I could only assume was a prayer. We lurched heavily, once again, this time to the right, before slamming down on both wheels. The shrill screech of the flaps being raised drowned out the prayers and the screaming child. The seat belt cut into my pelvis as my forward momentum overtook that of the slowing plane. The Captain’s announcement meant nothing to me the first time round, but my fellow passengers seemed to take some comfort in his words. “Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to Allama Iqbal International Airport, Lahore.
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