Khizr Khan Mohmand In the midst of my journey from Scotland to London for some Work, a friend's call interrupted, inquiring about my well-being. After exchanging pleasantries, he mentioned the arrival of an urgent letter from Me. I teased about the letter possibly containing significant matters, but my friend, not wanting to spoil my London trip, diverted the conversation into lighter topics, causing the letter to slip my mind. A week passed in London, with every night spent pondering over the contents of the letter. Upon returning to Scotland, I rushed towards the letter, already anticipating some form of apology for disrupting my sleep in London. However, upon opening it, to my surprise, atop the page was written "Traffic Police, Scotland." I appeared before the court early the next morning, seeking forgiveness for violating traffic laws. The judge, acknowledging my remorse, fined me £100 andI returned home, making a vow to be more cautious because this wasn't Paki...
PASHTUN MYTHOLOGY: TOR MAKY MAMA FOR RAIN In the Pashtun’s Mythology, When there is no rain for very long, Children start a door to door drive, One (or more) of them color their faces through charcoal, and they knock the doors of the villagers, when the door open they collectively shout, “Tor Makhy Mama Jari Pa Makh sapera ghwari Yo moty oro ghwari” [Translation: Blacked Face uncle is weeping, want a slap on his face, and want some flour] The Host often pour water on children and gave them some flour, When children collect a good amount of flour, They prepare halwa of it and start believing that now there must be rain.