I looked at the watch and it showed that there was another hour and a half left in the Iftari. It was my schools friend engagement cum Iftar party and I was sitting in her TV lounge along with some old friends. I needed anything to keep my mind off the food and who else can help me then my good old pal the Television 🙂
It was Alim Online that was on GEO TV, some people believe that it’s a religious program but I differ. As customary the host Amir Liaqat was wearing some visible make up on his face along with some talent less designer shalwar qameez.
aMmAr: Is that a see through qameez this sham is wearing?
Fahad: Heh. Yeah!
aMmAr: Horrible dress mate 😛 with all the golden flowers on the qameez. Even some one like Reema (Pakistani actress) won’t wear something this awful.
Fahad: Heh. Yeah!
aMmAr: what is that black thing inside that qameez?
Danish: Looks like a men’s bra to me. Lolz 😀
Fahad: ROFL! Yeah! 😀
Zubair: Bra or Bro. Lolz 😀 😀
aMmAr: Ok enough! Roza hai yar (we are fasting guys). Change the channel, in fact give me that thing (remote control).
I started surfing through the channels. Switching from one Pakistani channel to another, every channel was screening some damn cooking show. I tapped my wrist watch twice but the time was not speeding up at all. Another hour to go and I was starving to death.
aMmAr: can we watch some music channel.
Danish: No! whats wrong with the cooking shows.
aMmAr: I want to take my mind off the food.
Zubair: Can’t you control your self?
aMmAr: Hmmm.. No
Where ever I stopped the channel was showing women dancing. The adds, music vdos, films, soaps, even the T-20 match. Of course there is nothing wrong in that. I mean I don’t have any problem.
aMmAr: guys I wonder are the spectators there to watch the dancing ladies or the match.
Fahad: Depends, if the spectators are Pakistanis then surely not the match.
After an hour came the occasion we all, especially I was waiting for. The iftaaaaaaar!! Man I am hungry or what I told myself.
After saying the prayer everyone started eating and drinking the delicious items on the menu. Except me;
Sweet Aunty: Beta eat something
aMmAr: Yes aunty I will don’t worry.
Sweet Aunty: you aren’t even touching the food items. You aren’t shy or are you?
aMmAr: Shy!? No way I am just waiting…
Sweet Aunty: waiting? For what?
By now I noticed most of the guests were wondering the same; why wasn’t I eating anything likes the rest. I decided to come out of the closet and tell them what they might not enjoy listening.
aMmAr: Aunty I am Shia. It’s not my time yet 🙂 I have to wait another10 mins or more.
As soon as I completed my sentence the whole hall was wrapped into pin drop silence. Some open jaws were lying all over the floor. To be exact every one was looking at me. For those who missed the big news were asking others and making weird noises after learning about the new revelation.
Sweet Aunty: No problem beta, but don’t you forget to eat okay.
aMmAr: sure thing aunty 🙂
I find the whole incident quite funny when I think about it. I don’t know if anyone will find this incident equally interesting but those who can relate to me will and have a bunch of their own interesting iftaar tales to tell.