Has Imran khan forgotten or his supporters including myself forgotten this
NAWAZ SHARIF hits and tries to flirt with American Journalist KIM BARKER at the time when Mumbai attacks 2008 Indo-Pak tensions were high and yet is adamant and ADDAT SA MAJBOOR TAXI, and fortunately the latter EXPOSES TAXI BROTHERS
From “The Taliban Shuffle” by Kim Barker (published by Doubleday):
“One of Sharif’s friends tried to explain him to me: “He might be tilting a little to the right, but he’s not an extremist. Extremists don’t go do hair implants. He also loves singing.” I had attempted to see Sharif when he first tried to return to Pakistan a few months earlier, in September. But commandos had stormed his plane shortly after it landed. Within five hours, he had been shipped back to Saudi Arabia, looking bewildered.
“You’re the only senior opposition leader left in Pakistan. How are you going to stay safe while campaigning?” (QUESTION BY KIM BARKER AFTER HIS RETURN TO PAKISTAN FROM SAUDIA) and here comes nawaz sharif's vision
NAWAZ SHARIF hits and tries to flirt with American Journalist KIM BARKER at the time when Mumbai attacks 2008 Indo-Pak tensions were high and yet is adamant and ADDAT SA MAJBOOR TAXI, and fortunately the latter EXPOSES TAXI BROTHERS
From “The Taliban Shuffle” by Kim Barker (published by Doubleday):
“One of Sharif’s friends tried to explain him to me: “He might be tilting a little to the right, but he’s not an extremist. Extremists don’t go do hair implants. He also loves singing.” I had attempted to see Sharif when he first tried to return to Pakistan a few months earlier, in September. But commandos had stormed his plane shortly after it landed. Within five hours, he had been shipped back to Saudi Arabia, looking bewildered.
“You’re the only senior opposition leader left in Pakistan. How are you going to stay safe while campaigning?” (QUESTION BY KIM BARKER AFTER HIS RETURN TO PAKISTAN FROM SAUDIA) and here comes nawaz sharif's vision
Sharif looked at me, sighed, and shook his head. “I don’t know. It’s a good question. What do you think, Kim?”
“I don’t know. I’m not the former prime minister of Pakistan. So what will you do?”
“Really, I don’t know. What do you think?” “What should I do?” he asked. “I can’t run a campaign sitting in my house, on the television.”
OK GUYS SO HERE STARTS THE FLIRT SCENE
I stood up. Sharif’s aide was already standing. “I should probably be going,” I said. “Thanks very much for your time.” “Yes, Mian Sahib’s schedule is very busy,” Sharif’s handler agreed.
“It’s all right,” Sharif said. “She can ask a few more questions.” I sat down. I tried to leave again, fearing I was overstaying my welcome. But Sharif said I could ask more questions. “One more,” I said, wary of Sharif’s aide. Then I asked the question that was really on my mind. Are you a tiger or a lion to which he replied tiger
I had mentioned his hair plugs, twice, and said Sharif’s genial personality made him seem more like a house cat than a tiger or lion. Ouch.
“Really, I don’t know. What do you think?” “What should I do?” he asked. “I can’t run a campaign sitting in my house, on the television.”
OK GUYS SO HERE STARTS THE FLIRT SCENE
I stood up. Sharif’s aide was already standing. “I should probably be going,” I said. “Thanks very much for your time.” “Yes, Mian Sahib’s schedule is very busy,” Sharif’s handler agreed.
“It’s all right,” Sharif said. “She can ask a few more questions.” I sat down. I tried to leave again, fearing I was overstaying my welcome. But Sharif said I could ask more questions. “One more,” I said, wary of Sharif’s aide. Then I asked the question that was really on my mind. Are you a tiger or a lion to which he replied tiger
I had mentioned his hair plugs, twice, and said Sharif’s genial personality made him seem more like a house cat than a tiger or lion. Ouch.
“So. Do you have a friend, Kim?” Sharif asked. I was unsure what he meant.
“I have a lot of friends,” I replied.
“No. Do you have a friend?”
I figured it out.
“You mean a boyfriend?” “Yes.” I looked at Sharif. I had two options—lie, or tell the truth. And because I wanted to see where this line of questioning was going, I told the truth. “I had a boyfriend. We recently broke up.” I nodded my head stupidly, as if to punctuate this thought.
“Why?” Sharif asked. “Was he too boring for you? Not fun enough?”
“Um. No. It just didn’t work out.”
“Oh. I cannot believe you do not have a friend,” Sharif countered.
“No. Nope. I don’t. I did.”
“Do you want me to find one for you?” Sharif asked.
Now NAWAZ SHARIF TELLS KIM BARKER AND NAME THE HUNT FOR A BOYFRIEND AS PROJECT
I flew to India to write some stories. Nawaz Sharif asked for my number there. He needed to talk about something important, outside Pakistan. One early evening, he called from London. Sharif wondered whether I would be back in Pakistan before Eid al-Fitr, the Islamic holiday at the end of Ramadan. Maybe, I told him. He planned to go to Pakistan for a day, and then to Saudi Arabia for four days.
“I am working on the project,” he said.
“Day and night, I’m sure,” I replied.
Sharif said the real reason he was calling was to warn me that the phones were tapped in Pakistan.
“Be very careful,” he said. “Your phones are tapped. My phones are tapped. Do you know a man named Rehman Malik? He is giving the orders to do this, maybe at the behest of Mr. Zardari.
So true. He had a solution—he would buy me a new phone. And give me a new number, but a number so precious that I could only give it to my very close friends, who had to get new phones and numbers as well. Very tempting, but I told him no. He was, after all, the former prime minister of Pakistan. I couldn’t accept any gifts from him.
Now NAWAZ SHARIF TELLS KIM BARKER AND NAME THE HUNT FOR A BOYFRIEND AS PROJECT
I flew to India to write some stories. Nawaz Sharif asked for my number there. He needed to talk about something important, outside Pakistan. One early evening, he called from London. Sharif wondered whether I would be back in Pakistan before Eid al-Fitr, the Islamic holiday at the end of Ramadan. Maybe, I told him. He planned to go to Pakistan for a day, and then to Saudi Arabia for four days.
“I am working on the project,” he said.
“Day and night, I’m sure,” I replied.
Sharif said the real reason he was calling was to warn me that the phones were tapped in Pakistan.
“Be very careful,” he said. “Your phones are tapped. My phones are tapped. Do you know a man named Rehman Malik? He is giving the orders to do this, maybe at the behest of Mr. Zardari.
So true. He had a solution—he would buy me a new phone. And give me a new number, but a number so precious that I could only give it to my very close friends, who had to get new phones and numbers as well. Very tempting, but I told him no. He was, after all, the former prime minister of Pakistan. I couldn’t accept any gifts from him.
“Don’t be—what is it you say? Don’t be naughty,” he said before hanging up.
Naughty? Who said that? The conversation was slightly worrying. I thought of Sharif as a Punjabi matchmaker determined to find me a man, not as anyone who talked naughty to me.
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this IS YOUR LEADER ALL TAXI I MEAN NAWAZ SHARIF SUPPORTERS LOL SEE IT FOR YOURSELF
SOURCE :
http://www.area148.com/cms/?p=3922
