An Special Guest

Molana at 1 - A.M in the club smoking alone as the bartender speaks up while serving others:

"Bear? Molana.....or just the fact that I am wearing this western suit bothers you."

"It's not about the dress, unless he pressing is done by someone who visits mosque five times a day."

"Well, a hell of a Philosopher are you, isn't it?"

"Yes, I am, Harp!"

"How is Laura? Does she knows....."

"She has gone for some special meeting....."

"Hmmm....I'll keep quiet, or else whatever I say at this point....."

"I can kill you?"

"Nope, you will....kill me."

"Actually....Umm.......there is a Mewlid, so she has gone there...."

"Alright! That's good....who is he...."

"This is James, you see....."

"I see, he's in the Purple Heads uniform, he also has a nice looking brown coat and Molana you, what about you.....you also have a black coat with golden buttons but I can see the fire in your chest...."

"Oh! Stop Harp, now you are also....."

"We care about you Molana....look at this time....go back home, I am 29 but I know just by 2 years of experience that when your wife knows, she will kill you."

"AH!"

"How can you drink that shit.....Alcohol....."

"This is a club Molana, not a bloody mosque...."

"I must go now....."

Molana stands up while women dancing everywhere, pushing them and leaves for home and after reaching opens the door and puts the key on the table as Laura rushes into the office.

"In the guest room, Tagar...."

"Guest room.....who came to visit this time..."

Molana with a very disappointing face looking at the fat guy with Shalwar Kamees and nothing on his head, with black slippers.

"Huh!"

"How are you son?"

"What are you doing here...."

"I am your father, can't I just come and meet?"

"You never helped me through anything in my life, when I needed it the most, your help! You just lived for yourself acting that you are doing it for me....you made me embarrassed before everyone in my life. I moved here so that I can get away from you....not like this to see your cult f*king face again...."

"Cool down son...."

"No! No! No!!!! Always your smiles and hugs, but no money you ever gave me, nothing was there for me, you had but for yourself, you had everything, you had everything for you brothers, those assholes...."

"Huh! Ha! Oh!"

"You are okay? Molana...."

"I am fine...."

"You just fell down because of the big man...."

"Sorry Molana....."

"The man is the guard for the club.......you see...."

"I see....tell your guard to leave me home.....please...."

"What? I mean....yeah! Sure!"

"You are okay? Molana, never seen this.....this tense....what did you saw?"

"I saw my father.....he died of a natural cause, why do I feel like I killed him....maybe because....the smoke happens on its own one you light the tobacco but it's me who does the smoke....."

"Huh! Molana, I am not a philosopher or a great thinker like you are but you know what? Let the smoke not determine who you are, every smoke you make mixes in the air and vanishes, past is just something that does not exist anymore, so....take a deep breath of fresh air cause that is what has remained of your past."

"Fresh air?"

"Yes.....Allah Hafiz!"

"Thanks! Allah Hafiz."