I was in Karachi a few months back during the end of Ramadhan. I was a stranger in my own homeland after 7 years when I had visited the beloved Karachi back in 1998. I was to celeberate Eid with my family after 10 years.
IK Dihaai ka Qissa hai
koi dau chaar baras ki baat naheeN!
So, the eid came in and went, but the memories of it will stay forever.
Karachi has changed a lot in these few years. The slow but steady process of changing normal daily routine of the residents is becoming more like of big cities of USA. Nonetheless, this Uroos-ul-Bilaad, in many ways still cherish many of the same old trademarks that beautifies the uniqueness of the city. The very same old Sign Boards along with new ones. The same TOLET signs, only to mention that now the phone numbers are of a cell phone or even an email address mentioned on them. Same lovely advertisment boards of the product of **Hamdard. **Same Rooh Afza, and same Carmina, and even same Hamdard Gripe water on the walls of Karachi. Same Farzana Dawa khana, Dastageer number 9. All in all, these are the very advertisement boards under the shadow of which, we grew up.
The trucks and Rickshaws still have the same, and in many cases pretty new and attractive poetry.
One day, I was travelling with my younger brother and was headed towards the downtown of the city, The Sadar.
I was re-living my early years in Karachi by reading all the sign boards and whatever thing that had written some thing on it. Professor Naagi, and Naagori Milk Shop were some of the very missed signs among those.
All of a sudden, a cart came in the way. There was something written on Urdu on top of it. I read it once. It was Aamir Bin Kabaab.
Aamir Bin Kabaab? HaiN???
“*Is he related to Muhammad Bin Qasim or Ussama Bin Ladin?” *I was really confused.
But the very next second, I was smacking myself:smack: "*Yo man! you have been missing your street-urdu reading for too long. Namaaqool:halo: it’s no Aamir Bin Kabaab. It’s **Aamir Bunn Kabaab *(Bun kabaab = The burger)."
See, you need zer, zabar, pesh, namely the aa’raab, for even your own language if you are away from it for too long.
I am so much scared that I will lose my urdu 
What to do? What to do? Oh man! I am hungry I need some Bunn Kabaabsssssssss:bummer:
