If you ever see her, you’ll never forget her. If you talk to her, you’ll never forget the conversation and if you get into a fight with her, you’ll never make it out alive.
Ladies and gentlemen that’s the phenomenon known as Zoha Baber.
As long as I can remember I’ve been best friends with her.
Crazy. Hilarious. Stupid. Flamboyant. On top.
Troubled. Emotional. Scared if you know her deep inside.
And then she has this way with boys. Wherever she goes she leaves behind a trail of panting men.
Most women are either scared of her or completely intimidated.
If she doesn’t like you now….she never will.
And she’ll make sure she tells you that.
But if you’re on her good side.
You’re in for some crazy drives all around Karachi. Add some random conversations and throw some doodh ki botallein in for good measure and you know what it’s like to be friends with her.
She’s taught me everything from wearing makeup to the tricks of tossing your hair.
Sometimes I wonder if she’s stuck in the wrong decade. Like a lost child from the 80’s.
Don’t worry…you’ll figure this out when she’ll make you listen to Madonna ALL THE TIME.
Maybe she’ll sit and convince you that you have Attention Deficit Disorder and make fun of you later because you fell for it.
But no matter what she’ll be there right outside when you want to sneak out of your house. She’ll convince you to call that cute boy from your biology class. She’ll even let you borrow her sexy black dress on your first big date.
But whatever you do, DONT make her wear flats. Or convince her to buy beige or brown clothes. Talk about politics or god forbid SPORTS or dare to tell her to tone down her makeup or force her to watch Shawshank Redemption or teach her how to use a computer.
But most importantly I’ll never forgive you if you ask her to grow up and act normal.
I have faith that when I’m 45 menopausing with three runny nosed kids, she’ll still come in her beat up red Toyota, wearing bright lipstick and high heels. SCREAM SABA KHALID. And take me out for a crazy girl’s night out.
Ladies and gentlemen that’s the phenomenon known as Zoha Baber.
As long as I can remember I’ve been best friends with her.
Crazy. Hilarious. Stupid. Flamboyant. On top.
Troubled. Emotional. Scared if you know her deep inside.
And then she has this way with boys. Wherever she goes she leaves behind a trail of panting men.
Most women are either scared of her or completely intimidated.
If she doesn’t like you now….she never will.
And she’ll make sure she tells you that.
But if you’re on her good side.
You’re in for some crazy drives all around Karachi. Add some random conversations and throw some doodh ki botallein in for good measure and you know what it’s like to be friends with her.
She’s taught me everything from wearing makeup to the tricks of tossing your hair.
Sometimes I wonder if she’s stuck in the wrong decade. Like a lost child from the 80’s.
Don’t worry…you’ll figure this out when she’ll make you listen to Madonna ALL THE TIME.
Maybe she’ll sit and convince you that you have Attention Deficit Disorder and make fun of you later because you fell for it.
But no matter what she’ll be there right outside when you want to sneak out of your house. She’ll convince you to call that cute boy from your biology class. She’ll even let you borrow her sexy black dress on your first big date.
But whatever you do, DONT make her wear flats. Or convince her to buy beige or brown clothes. Talk about politics or god forbid SPORTS or dare to tell her to tone down her makeup or force her to watch Shawshank Redemption or teach her how to use a computer.
But most importantly I’ll never forgive you if you ask her to grow up and act normal.
I have faith that when I’m 45 menopausing with three runny nosed kids, she’ll still come in her beat up red Toyota, wearing bright lipstick and high heels. SCREAM SABA KHALID. And take me out for a crazy girl’s night out.
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