So Eid-ul-Adha is near and Shiki bought a nice healthy looking bakri. He was walking his bakri in Downtown, Toronto when he came across a desi restaurant with Rickshaw in front of it. He was so excited to see a rickshaw in Toronto that he decided to stop at the restaurant for a bit and sit in it to get the “feeling” of as if he was in Pakistan. Seeing this, the owner asked him whether he would like to buy something from the restaurant also. He replied negatively and said 'Oh nahi jee, I was just passing by with my bakri when I saw the Rickshaw and got so excited to see it in Toronto that I decided to sit init’…Upon hearing this, the owner got pissed off and started yelling at him “Tou aap ka kya khayal hai, hum ne yeh Rickshaw free mai rakha hai? Humara Tax laga hai Pakistan se mangwaaney ka. Jo restaurant mai aaye aur humara khana khareedey, he/she is more than welcome to sit in it!!!”…Shikra was also pissed when he heard this. Shikra replied back by saying “Jab aap ko doosroN ki respect hi nahi hai, phir mai kyoo yahaN pe rukooN”…Shikra grabs his bakri by the rope and says to the Restaurant owner:
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. Agar mere saath 'Znaana’ saath na hota to phir mai tumhe bataata
In case you don’t know the entire story, here it is for your reading pleasure .
I must be around 3-4 and I was eating a banana. This little bakri ka bacha (our pet) started following me around and tried to eat my kela I ignored and moved, he followed, I moved again, he followed again. In old days in our gaaon, the bathrooms were outside of the house and they were basically wells (kun’waN) with a seat over it. Seat must be 1-2 feet long and about a foot wide. I finally got into the bathroom thinking he wouldn’t come there and I was too young to close the heavy door. He came in the bathroom I had had it. I put the kela aside, picked up that maimna and pushed him through the hole.
Then I went home clapping and my daadi asked me why I was happy. Being the honest kid I was, I told her the whole story. She smacked her head and told my dad to run and save that maimna. Dad prepared a rope with a circle at the end and hung it in the well (he was looking with the help of a torch). The maimna was baa’ing with his face upwards (which is understandable :halo: ) so the rope fit his neck and when dad pulled it, it tied and then dad slowly pulled him up and out of the bathroom and then they gave him a bath with chemicals. Nobody yelled at me because I was just an innocent kid who was being stalked by this bakri ka bacha
I ignored and moved, he followed, I moved again, he followed again. In old days in our gaaon, the bathrooms were outside of the house and they were basically wells (kun’waN) with a seat over it. Seat must be 1-2 feet long and about a foot wide. I finally got into the bathroom thinking he wouldn’t come there 
I had had it. I put the kela aside, picked up that maimna and pushed him through the hole.
