Waisay, I’m tau very reliefed about the Makkah Pack. Oho, baba, that defence pack that we’ve gone and made with Saudi and Turkiye. Yes, it’s no longer Turkey but Turkiye. And Mecca is now Makkah. But respite our growing closeness to our Arab brothers, we are not yet Bakistan.

Where was I? Haan, the Makkah Pack. Now India and Israel will think ten, ten times before daring to show eyes to us. And even America will give more respect. Because everyone knows that an armed attack on one is also an attack on the other two. Jee haan!

So, I was telling Sunny about the Makkah Pack and saying kay this is what you call dosti. Not just inviting each other to kitty parties and GTs and khaanas vaghera and weddings sheddings and doing hello hi like we all do. At once, Sunny shot back and said that if I truly believed that, then I should also do kutti with Baby, with whom she’s apparently had tu-tu main-main over stealing her maid.

“If you were a pukka friend,” she said, “then you wouldn’t even have to be asked. You’d just cut her dead yourself only.”

From Makkah to Lahore, the principles of strategic partnership should remain........

© Dawn (Magazines)