Memories of Abdul Yusuf, the bride story

Day 253, 14:45 • Published in Pakistan Pakistan • by calaf

One day, I felt really lonely and I went to the Rizon Bar in Islamabad. In there, I found all the big bosses of our beloved country chatting about some minan gaems. I was going to take part in the conversation when Agent Cheftain said in a loud tone:

-Shut up boy! You dont have voice in here, you are not a true Paki.

I got out the bar embarrased and angry with myself, in that moment, I promised Dio that I would gain my voice in the Rizon by sharing my blood with my fellow comrades in the next war against pig disgusting swedes. I´m still waiting my chance to prove my honour, but I know that It will come sooner or later.

Outside, I saw Abdul contemplating the dunes and having some snacks. When I got by his side he offered me a cookie:

-Do youz wantz somez?- A confused bee buzzed out of his mouth. It wasn´t easy to understand him, his tongue was as sleepy as his smile

-No, thanks Abdul, I´m not hungry.

-Humm, me knowz what is happening to youz. I´m clozing Ms Shazia´s Hadem, maybe I coulz find a good womenz for youz.

And thats how Abdul arranged my wedding with my three-camel-worth bride.

P.S: At my wedding, after shooting my PAK47 to the sky and avoiding some American cruise missiles, I went to Abdul´s side and asked him:

-Abdul, I´m to young and pure, I don´t know what to do with my wife tonight...

After some minutes of silence, he raised his left eyebrow and sai😛

-Calaf my boy, that´s also a clickan gaem.