"The Infamous Meera"

Hi everyone,

Last October I went to Pakistan to attend my nephew Sultan's wedding. First I went to Lahore to get my annual shopping done. Since the wedding was in Islamabad, I went to the airport to fly there.

While I was planning my trip to Pakistan here in New Jersey, I was following Meera and her husband's (Atique-ur Rehman) bizarre story on freakin' Geo. It was hard to ignore her as she was all over the place. I loved the way she played a victim. We women should learn a few techniques from her. I was fascinated by her and was quite amazed by the way she was handling the media. People say she is crazy but I think she is shear genius. She is a starlet who knows how to create a special element of mystery and drama about her. She definitely has mastered this game, otherwise I of all people would not be WRITING about her and you certainly would not be reading about her.

Anyways, I was dropped off at Lahore airport by my good friends, the Safdars. As I was rushing to the check-in-counter, I saw someone looking vaguely familiar walking towards me. I was staring at her and she was staring at me. As she got close I realized who she was and I asked abruptly, "You are Meera, right?". She answered in a husky voice,"Mayn Meera hi hun". I said the reason for my staring was that I was trying to make out where I knew her from.

And then the real games began..............she would not let me go. Not that I wanted to go anywhere, anyways. She started to give me compliments like, "what a graceful lady with all the designer accessories, I was admiring you". You guys can laugh if you want because my kids started to laugh at this point. Then she asked where I lived. When I said America, her eyes lit up. She pulled her cell phone out, (for a minute there I thought it was a gun) and asked for my phone number. I must be either star struck, on cloud nine from all the compliments she gave me, or even better, afraid for my life that I blurted out 9*** *** ***0. She recorded my number and told me she was coming to Canada and America soon and will call me. Then she gave me a couple of more compliments, said goodbye, and walked away.

I must admit that I was quite excited about my "close encounter of the third kind", but when I came back home to New Jersey, and basically landed on earth from Cloud 9, I realized what a big blunder I made by giving her my phone number. I panicked and put my caller ID on high alert.

Now my good friend Ghazala tells me Meera, my friend, is back in Pakistan and is in trouble with immigration for keeping more than one passport. What is wrong with keeping "multiple passports" for her "multiple personalities"?

On a day like today when we are snowed in, I would not have minded a visit from my infamous friend. Actually Anwar, who has been complaining all day how bored he is , would have appreciated it more. When I told my girls this weird story and asked, "why do you think she was being so nice to me? what do you think she wanted from me?", Rabya answered promptly,

"ANWAR".

Much love,

Shehla