hmmm
so like i have been assigned this mega project at work yesterday and im literally staying 12 hours in the office to get it done in time even tho normal work hrs these days r 6.5 hrs…
yesterday i did iftari in the office for the first time which was altho nice alhamdulillah but i really shud be at home for iftari with my family so i decided today im gona be back home in time…
had told my dad and the driver who picks me up everyday not to come to pik me up and i’ll go home myself in a cab coz i dint know when exactly id be goin home
iftari is at 6pm. as usual i started writing an email to my boss at like 5 and by the time i was done i thought it mus be like 5:15 or somfin but it was already 5:40 eek
how was i gona reach home in 20 minutes when i also had to go down n look for a cab which itself would take like 10 minutes minimum?
i went down and the streets were all empty but atleast it was not dark and i was wearing a huge dupatta which i wrapped all around myself.
so i look around and there’s no cab. i even dare to go up to the main road where there’s heavy traffic and wait there. suddenly a rickshaw scoots by. i dont really like going on a rickshaw but there was no other option so i gesture and the driver stopps and i get on the rickshaw.
it was the fastest rickshaw ride of my life. i think the driver was trying to get to our destination in time for iftari. and whats the deal with pathans and their passion for vehicle accelerators anyway? 
[no offence, im 1/4 th pathan myself but seriously ]
the streets were empty and the driver was driving like crazy. twice two other pathan rickshaw drivers passed us on a main road and my driver said something to them with a big grin in pashto which i dint understand but he was trying to race with them i guess hehe it was kinda fun
anyways…at iftari time we were still a few blocks away from my house. and in pakistan at iftari time on the main roads and sidewalks in manny many different places theres long lines of tables and tables of free iftari plates
i already had some food in my handbad like biscuits and a milk tetrapack and nimco mix which i had kept there for emergency purposes and was planning to open iftar with that and offer to the driver too. in fact the whole ride thas what i was thinking “if we’re late for iftari i hope he accepts to take some food from me for iftar” and i was wondering will he or will he not? and if he does not then maybe i’ll ask my mom to give him some iftar but will he be ok with that? did he jus give me a ride at this time and sacrificed his iftar coz he saw this poor female standing alone at the road?
i was lost in all these thoughts…but then the driver suddenly pulled up at one of those long lines of tables and said “hum deyr nai karay ga pani p k ata hae bas” i was like “nai khair hae aap araam se iftari kar leyn mein bhee idhar kar rai hoon”
i couldnt actually go to those and get iftari there coz there r all men there
i felt like dying with shame for landing myself in this situation. alone girl in a rickshaw parked on the main road at iftari time. felt so awkward like what would passerbys in their car be thinking. i told myself never again am i staying late in the office.
so i took out my stuff from my bag waiting for the azan. when i hear a gruff shout from behind me like “oye” and i look behind and … the driver has brought me a plate of iftari and sharbat from those stalls…
he said something in a weird mix of pashto and urdu which at that time i was too overwhelmed to understand .. he just put the food next to me on the seat…
azan was called..and i starting eating that food…
the sharbat was rooh afza and the plate contained one aaloo ka samosa, one besan ka pakora, one banana, one slice of kharbooza and one slice of orange…
i was having that and then another guy came up and gave me another glass of sharabat and took my empty one away… i saw this guy later get into a car with another guy and drive away which means he prolly jus comes around to the streets at iftari time to distribute food ]
hmmm…then my driver came with a third glass of sharbat… and i was like nai bas mein do p lyay pehle se…i had chugged down the first two real fast i guess
the banana, kharbooza and orange were still there on my plate so the driver said “ye utha lo” so i took the stuff and then he took away the empty plate n glass
came back to drive the rickshaw and i was like “aap ne araam se kar li iftari” and he was like haan mein ne kha lya bas or something..
and then we drove off back to the road…entered home and looked at the clock … it was 6:05..my family was still at the iftari table as well..
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its jus a cathartic experience for me to write stuff plus i love writing lekin im glad u enjoyed it 
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