Later they would discover that, rather than do whatever it took to get my parents on the first plane to Birmingham to join their sick daughter,
the interior minister Rehman Malik was hoping to fly with them so they could have a joint press conference at the hospital, and it was taking some time to make the arrangements.
He also wanted to make sure they didn't ask for political asylum in Britain, which would be embarrassing for his government.
Eventually he asked my parents outright if this was their plan.
It was funny because my mother had no idea what asylum was and my father had never even thought about it – there were other things on his mind.
When my parents moved to Kashmir House they were visited by Sonia Shahid, the mother of Shiza, our friend who had arranged the trip to Islamabad for all us Khushal School girls.
She had assumed they had gone to the UK with me, and when she found out they were still in Pakistan, she was horrified.
They said they had been told there were no plane tickets to Birmingham.
Sonia brought them clothes as they had left everything in Swat and got my father the number for President Zardari's office.
He called and left a message.
That night the president spoke to him and promised everything would be sorted out.
'I know what it's like to be kept from one's children,' he said, referring to his years in jail.
When I heard they would be in Birmingham in two days I had one request.
'Bring my school bag,' I pleaded to my father. 'If you can't go to Swat to fetch it, no matter – buy new books for me because in March it's my board examination.'
Of course I wanted to come first in class.
I especially wanted my physics book because physics is difficult for me, and I needed to practise numericals as my maths is not so good and they are hard for me to solve.
I thought I'd be back home by November.