Molana Reached U.S

On the plane, Maulana and his team ate their meals. Cigar looked at his food tray and joked, "Bigger plates you get in jail, right, Maulana?" As the air hostess passed by, Cigar whispered to her, "Excuse me, where's the toilet?"

The hostess replied, and Cigar went to the toilet. Meanwhile, Maulana shifted in his seat as the hostess handed him a file. "This joker talks a lot, Maulana," she said. Maulana took the large envelope, apologizing for Cigar's behavior.

The hostess smiled, "It's okay. Just be careful. I'm here because you told me to; otherwise, I left the army to be at peace in my life and be a normal hostess." Cigar returned, sat down, and closed his eyes. Maulana examined the file, looking at photos of cars and a red glass.

As he looked through the papers using the glass, he noticed they were written in code. "First of all, I don't like working like this... undercover, Molana?" The last photo had a note on the back: "Do you really not remember anything?"

Maulana whispered to himself, "I don't remember... what does that mean?" Cigar fell asleep, and the plane landed safely. Outside the airport, a car waited for them. As Maulana approached, the driver, James, greeted him warmly.

"Ah, Maulana, still wearing those black socks! And you have your nice-looking black mustache... Remember what you used to say? We're not one of those bastard Wahhabis? Ha! Ha! We are the clean and pure Sunnis, Barelvi... Not even Shia... Do you not remember anything?"

Maulana looked confused, "What are you talking about, James?" James smiled, "Well, welcome to the U.S.A, Maulana! See, I got a limo for you this time." Maulana wore his Muslim green cap as everyone sat in the car.

James asked, "Where to now? Remember the base?" Maulana replied, "Of course, I do!" James continued, "Molana, do you remember what we did... what you did? What happened? Anything? And do you really trust these people back there?"

Maulana seemed uncertain, "I do... James. I don't know what's gotten into you guys. But I remember working for the army and then selling weapons... because we thought, why not earn from the war instead of fighting for it?"

James rubbed his eyes, "It's okay... alright, then base it is..." As the limo turned left, Maulana gazed out the window, taking in the sights.