(Following is an email I sent to my other uncle in Canada: Jalaluddin Hussain.)
Haider Khalu, along with Sajida Khala and their son Faiz notified Ammi in the morning for their visit to meet us after the afternoon. Sadr mamma and her wife were driving them to our home on their Margalla. So we all prepared for their arrival. By 3:45, I received call from Sadr mamma telling me about his car's wheel that it got bad due to the jumps and cracks in the road which were caused by the recent rains near our soceity, so I quickly drove to them with a taxi with me, got everyone onto the taxi to be driven to home, and stood with Sadr mamma to help him get the car fixed.
I brought a mechanic, who advised that we need to tow the car to the denter near Safoora Goth/Malir Cantt, who will weld the wheel's joint which he called in Urdu as "mukhkhiya", as it was broken. As it would have taken hours to get a proper car towing truck, we settled with a tractor to be used for this purpose. It was hard to tie a rope to tow the car, and unfortunately, during towing, there came a crack in the road which caused the bonut of Sadr mamma's car to get dented quite significantly! I felt bad at this obviously...
During all this time, I stood in contact with the guests at home, and informed them that it will take quite some time for the car to be repaired - so they will have to make do with a taxi to reach back home - hence they left on a taxi (and unfortunately I couldn't meet them apart from the short Salam/Khuda Hafiz exchange whilst they were on taxi).
Anyhow, we reached the denter's shop and to our relief, he started working quickly and promised to deliver the car in 3 hours. So the wait began.. Shortly, Saqib (Sadr mamma's youngest son) arrived, and so I left for home as I had to perform Asr prayers. Within an hour, I left back to the denter's shop, met Sadr mamma again who seemed just a little exhausted, although upon meeting him he greeted me cheerfully - which made me feel relaxed about him.
It was 9:30 pm - so we decided to have a dinner at a open air hotel - named Hotel Green, which was pretty much a hotel we find on Pakistan's highways near some remote village (though this one had electric bulbs all around). Mamma ordered a Chicken Karahi with Chapatis. Waiting for the food to be served, we enjoyed the time - the air - and the beautfiul weather alongwith conversation about our past: When I went to India, an elderly figure there told me that a few Arabs migrated to Bihar in 1200s, and we are their decendants - although Sadr mamma's version which he learnt from Nana, was that a few people migrated to Hamdan in Persia. There was this Shah Hamdan who was a great figure, then he (or maybe some from his decendants) migrated to Kashmir. From there, due to their piety and/or cultural manners they were gifted with lands in Bihar - and hence we are their decendants.
We also discussed about Language, that Language is of integral importance to us. He mentioned a few interesting stories about how language helped him in some situations in which one was about a gang-lord kind of a figure who was threatening Sadr mamma during the days when Karachi was much into troubles due to linguistics differences in educational institutions (Punjabi and Urdu speaking), and upon hearing Sadr mamma speak in Punjabi: "Tussi Okhay o kar gal kyun kitay ho" he got embarrased and said "tussi pehlay dasna tha ji tussi punjabi speaking ho - maaf karna" ... :)
Recognizing his spirits of pursuing a PhD at this age, I got pretty motivated - that I can continue my study at any point in time and that there is nothing to worry about it - though planning is definitely necessary.
We talked about the family of your father - Moin-uddin Hussain - and about himself as well. About what he used to say, like Simple living and High thinking, and that "Never be a burden to anyone".
This was followed by a very delicious dinner - the chicked karahi amidst the facility of open air, and a takht with "gao takyas" was just unmatchable with any other lavish restaurant! The dinner ended up with a perfect doodh patti and during all the conversation, we couldn't just figure out how time passed, and it was 10:45 and the mechanic delivered his promise, with the car being fixed and set ready to be driven to home.
It was definitely a wonderful evening - although I am missing many things that we actually discussed during the conversation. In the end, we bode farewell and I drove behind him till near his home just in case if something happens to the car again - but Alhamdolillah he drove safely to home.