Islami Meets Iqbal Ahmed

Islami gets teleported to 1980's Pakistan in a village, near a wooden beautifully made house:

<Proceeds to walk towards the house>

"And boom like this an other war will be waiting for us, boom! Boom! Bang......"

<An old man in western clothing sitting on the chair reads the newspaper>

"Stop it dad!"

<His daughter holding a camera also in western clothing, a white top and blue jacket with blue jeans walks down to the stairs>

"Told ya, not to leave your country but no, I have this house here for two years now......"

"But you still prefer to live in America! I know...."

<Giving her dad a hug gets him a bite of the sandwich which was in the plate on the table with a knife and a fork>

"Manners!"

"Oh! Come-on, you have a Muslim soldier at home what's the point of doing this differentiation of culture?"

His daughter was referring to the soldier in a room towards the corridors, as there was 4 to 5 rooms up the stairs and down the stairs was the kitchen and hall was where the father and daughter were.

"Oh! There is no differentiation but before you follow a culture you should know everything about that culture and what about your story?"

<His daughter sits on the chair facing towards him looking at her camera in a classy way>

"Story? Dad! I am 18 now, and a reporter. If I won't have one I will make one, okay?"

"That's enough! If you want a story so bad and it should be from Pakistan, why not ask this man."

"What man? This soldier in the room who has already lost his mind?"

<Finishing his sandwich in an instant whispers to his daughter>

"Hey! Hey! Don't! Do that....He might listen, this is not what I taught you okay!"

<Daughter laughs while putting her camera on the table and her wrists too playing with her hair looking at her shoes now>

Suddenly walking down the stairs the man arrives in his suit full Pak Army uniform and does the Islamic greeting.

"Asalam O Alaikum!"

<They both reply while their wrists on the table>

"Walaikum Asalam!"

<Iqbal Ahmed being generous takes the plate and opening the fridge takes the Biryani in the same plate from a bag and puts on the table>

Eating the Biryani while the Old man gives a sign to his daughter like go on and his daughter gives him a clear expression like really?

"Ummm....Mr Iqbal Ahmed...."

"Oh! Please call me the Wing, kid!"

"Umm....okay and I am Jenny by the way....you know short for Jennifer."

<Gives her dad a death stare like she didn't liked him calling her that>

His dad giving her the sign again while Iqbal silently eating looking at his food using his hands only while his wrists up while his hair giving a little grey touch shining.

"Ummm......I wanted to ask that when you were in that container 150 years from now in that secret laboratory that no one knows about but you in today's era because you were in that container and the machine was set to let you go out free after these much years like how was that experience for you."

<Dad hits his head with disappointment like I didn't meant that>

Suddenly the door is knocked and Iqbal stands up getting the rest of food in the fridge and washing his hands after licking his fingers.

"I'll open the door, and wishfully tell you how the experience was Jennifer, dont worry."

<Goes for the door>

"He is licking his fingers and he put that Biryani in the same plate in which you had the plate."

<Jenny cries whispering in a very low pitch>

"Well, maybe that's what this Islamic culture teaches him to do, don't discriminate between humans and respect the food."

<Jenny groans like really frustrated>

Islami having a look at Iqbal while her half face covered like always and blood stains on her cloths were dry now like nothing has happened.

"I need a place to stay....It feels like I have seen you somewhere."

<The Old Man yells asking Iqbal who is it>

"It's a friend! Ummm.....Islami, her name is Islami can we let her stay please....if that doesn't bother you."

<Old Man laughs>

"Yes! Come-on! There is a lot of place in this house!"

<Jenny whispers hitting the table>

"Dad!"

<Islami gets in as Iqbal moves a bit>

"Sit down young lady."

<She sits as all the four chairs round the table were booked now>