“Hear me out.” He held his hand toward me to silence my negations
as he made his pitch. He could have said anything—that he was a
purported billionaire who had built my favorite road in Pakistan, that
he could buy me a power plant or build me a nuclear weapon. But he
opted for honesty.
“I know, I’m not as tall as you’d like,” Sharif explained. “I’m not as fit
as you’d like. I’m fat, and I’m old. But I would still like to be your
friend.”
“No,” I said. “No way.”
Than he said
Aao man tohnoo Lahore wikhawan
آؤ میں تھنوں لاہور وکھا وان
Jinay Lanore nien wekhea , Oh tay jamia ie nien
جنیں لاہور نئیں ویکھیا اوہ تے جمیا ای نئیں
he he he
hmm..strange all the above mentioned things happened to her only? doesn’t fit right..
but on a second thought when i watch the video of sheri rahman and our Dear PM…could she b right?
Dunno why, but for some reason I think she full of it.
And this…NS was like she dumped me.
“Anything else?” he asked. “What about his appearance?”
“I don’t really care. Not fat. Athletic.”
We shook hands, and I left. In all my strange interviews with Sharif,
that definitely was the strangest.”
