The day I met a Pakistani…

I was in Little India, Singapore other day, it was around 8.15 PM, it was time for the Isha namaz. There is a mosque called Angulia right in front of Mustafa Centre.

I din’t knew the exact time of the Isha namaz  at that mosque. So to check the timing of the Namaz, I went inside the mosque. Rather than going completely inside, I asked a guy who was wearing his shoes while sitting on a small chair.

Looking at his appearance, I figured out he is an Indian or a guy who knew Hindi.

Me: “Assalamwalaikum, Isha ki jamat kab ?”  (What’s the namaz timing ?)

Him: “Walaikum as salam, namaz 8.47 PM”   (it’s at 8.47 PM)

I smiled, thanked him I was leaving back thinking I had time so that I can have my dinner, then come back for Namaz.

By that time, he wore his shoes and asked me,

Him: “Kidhar ke ho ?”  (You are from ?)

Me: “Ji, Bangalore, India”  (Bangalore, India)

He smiled at me, shakes hands with me.

Him, proudly said: “Mein Karachi, Pakistan se.” (I am from Karachi, Pakistan)

I nodded, then it came it stuck to my mind. OMG, I met a Pakistani, yeah, Pakistani. Remember, how the India vs Pakistan is there. Also, growing up with the atmosphere to think Pakistan is as our enemy.  Also, that stupid thing Muslims belong to Pakistan and all.  I was nervous, cautious, all the idiotic things came to my mind. I know I was stupid to think like that, but also.

We had a chat bout both the countries, with me bragging bout Biriyani back at home, then he suggested me couple of hotels in Singapore to try, especially the Pakistani cuisines, also Afghani Kebabs. And tea.

I happily said will try, then we both said bye, both went in different directions. Did the event changed my mentality over nation and countries ? Yes.

Don’t know how to conclude this post, upto you think bout it.

That day, it again made me realize, “World is Small”.

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The day I met a Pakistani…