There are prisons and there are prisons, in this Land of the Pure, meray aziz humwatno. There is my prison with no amenities and no daily mulaqats and no nothing and then there is Sharjeel Memon’s prison, hain ji?
My spies told to me that when Da Saab came to examine Sharjeel, and he was taking a very long time, the patient-prisoner’s nurrs came and said, “Sharjeel Saab’s important visitor is here to see him”. Da Saab said, “who it is?” Nurrs said, “it is Mr John Walker”. Sharjeel immediately slipped into other room.
Naxt day, Da Saab came again to examine Sharjeel. Again he was taking too long and it was that time of evening. Nurrs came back. “Sorry, Dr Saab, Sharjeel Saab has an urgent call to attend in the other room”. “Who it is from?” Da Saab asked. “It’s from the Russian trade delegation that visited last year. A Mr Smirnoff is on the line urgently”. Sharjeel immediately slipped into other room.
Then on occayion of Eid ul Azha, everyone did qurbani. Da Saab came to examine Sharjeel Memon, taking too long again. Finally, nurrs came and told him, “Please let Mr Memon have some meat. He is known to be a very fond Beefeater”. Again, Da Saab left him to enjoy Beefeater.
But my spies told me that Da Saab thought something was fishy and kept going back to examine Sharjeel. At exact time in evening when these liberal tap of people are doing extracurricular activities. Nurrs was ever efficient. “Dr Saab, please give Sharjeel Saab some time. NAB is after him as you know. They want his VAT returns, going back to 69”. Sharjeel slipped off to other room saying how he had to find and file his VAT 69 returns.
Da Saab even didn’t give up. He turned up at night, after dinner. But wigilant nurrs, aaah what a wigilant nurrs, she said, “Please don’t disturb the patient. He is an intellectual, so he is reading a biography”. “Biography of who?” asked Dr Saab. “Napoleon”, she said.
My spies told to me that when Da Saab came to examine Sharjeel, and he was taking a very long time, the patient-prisoner’s nurrs came and said, “Sharjeel Saab’s important visitor is here to see him”. Da Saab said, “who it is?” Nurrs said, “it is Mr John Walker”. Sharjeel immediately slipped into other room.
Naxt day, Da Saab came again to examine Sharjeel. Again he was taking too long and it was that time of evening. Nurrs came back. “Sorry, Dr Saab, Sharjeel Saab has an urgent call to attend in the other room”. “Who it is from?” Da Saab asked. “It’s from the Russian trade delegation that visited last year. A Mr Smirnoff is on the line urgently”. Sharjeel immediately slipped into other room.
Then on occayion of Eid ul Azha, everyone did qurbani. Da Saab came to examine Sharjeel Memon, taking too long again. Finally, nurrs came and told him, “Please let Mr Memon have some meat. He is known to be a very fond Beefeater”. Again, Da Saab left him to enjoy Beefeater.
But my spies told me that Da Saab thought something was fishy and kept going back to examine Sharjeel. At exact time in evening when these liberal tap of people are doing extracurricular activities. Nurrs was ever efficient. “Dr Saab, please give Sharjeel Saab some time. NAB is after him as you know. They want his VAT returns, going back to 69”. Sharjeel slipped off to other room saying how he had to find and file his VAT 69 returns.
Da Saab even didn’t give up. He turned up at night, after dinner. But wigilant nurrs, aaah what a wigilant nurrs, she said, “Please don’t disturb the patient. He is an intellectual, so he is reading a biography”. “Biography of who?” asked Dr Saab. “Napoleon”, she said.
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