Paper work, administrative work and lots of downloading; from 9 o’clock to 11:30 that was all I did. After that, the few hours could be recorded into several pages. But to save you the labor of reading all that, I’ll keep it brief.
Because the computer department didn’t have any more work left for me I was taken to the ‘Star Room’, where five young boys spent their days playing and studying. They are all autistic, the severity of the problem varying in each. I interacted with 2 of them.
The cutest, most adorable kid I have ever seen, Zohair is a recent admission, just having come back from America. His was the most severe case of autism in the class. He doesn’t make eye contact, doesn’t even respond to his own name, he doesn’t know Zohair is his name. He likes to stand up on the table and spin round and round and then falls readily into waiting arms, which were mine today. Then he snuggled up close against my neck and made cooing sounds. He also loves music, put some on on your cell phone and he’ll drag it towards his ears. He hates wearing shoes. He grabs at whoever extends a hand and likes it when someone plays peek-a-boo with him.
He is the oldest kid in the class and can’t speak at all, just makes a lot of sounds that are somewhere between gasps and screams. And because the weather in Lahore is so hot and humid, he kept scratching his back to relieve the itch. When he got tired, he guided my hand to his back and made me scratch and rub it for I don’t know how long. He likes to count. I taught him how to High-5 every time he counted to 20 without pausing. After that, we kept High-5ing till it was time to go home.