They Say I'm Pearl- Part 1

The typing of her laptop was barely heard over the blaring of the television. Audio checks seemed not to be part of the Pakistani Television revolution that Fatima's family indulged in. But Fatima no longer cringed at the site of yet another year of the same old Kabab King commercial. She was much more concerned with the latest photo journal posted up on Facebook: 'Noori's Mehndi' Who was Noori again? The name sounded familiar. 'Maybe it was Sana Sheikh's cousin, or was it that girl who wore way too much eye make-up at the msa meetings...", she thought. 'And who first started calling her Noori anyways...". A desi, no doubt, who became excited after learning that when one adds a phonetic 'i' at the end of a noun in Arabic, the word expresses affectionate possession. It was clear the Fatima was curious, and as she browsed through the gallery of dancing poses, she thought what perfect timing, as Punjab Auto's bhangra beat blasted forth. Her amusement was cut short: Fatima's cell phone began to vibrate, almost falling off the coffee table. She caught it and walked towards the kitchen.