Rain in Jamshoro

I went to visit Mehboob sahib first thing in the morning to record a missed verse of the script. We sat down and recorded those bits and as always, I enjoyed the conversations we had during the process. He is very busy, but like other friends here, when he sits down to help me, he does so with a lot of thought and care.He told me another interesting story after I had finished packing my things. The story went that there was a man who spent his life searching for a paaras (stone that turns anything to gold) that he might live well and enjoy life. Eventually he found it, but by then his beard was white, he had few teeth left, his physical beauty was long gone and his life was all but over. He thought, what good is it now, that I can not even take advantage of it.A thought occurred to him. Though his time was almost up, he could find a young man, fit and beautiful in youth. Through this youth, his dreams could live one and be fulfilled. So the old man sought out a young man to bestow the gift of his life’s work upon. He told the young man, that I wish to give you a gift with which all your days will be joyous and you will live in splendor.They stood at the edge of the sea, beautiful waves upon the shore. The young man took the tiny stone in his hand. He held it close to his face, then turned his hand every which way to examine it. The old man shifted nervously with each tilt of the young man’s hand.“What are you doing?” he exclaimed.“I want to see what is so special about this tiny stone to grant so much?” the young man replied.“It will turn all that it touches to gold,” explained the old man.The young man twisted and turned the stone in his hand a bit more, then lifted his arm up and tossed the paaras into the sea. The old man was beside himself.“What have you done?!”The young man explained that the stone could be stolen or lost at any moment, just as it had fallen in the sea just then. He would live all his life with the worry that it could be taken from him at any time. Thus it was better to be rid of it now. He then scooped up a handful of sand and placed his other hand over it. He wiped the top hand over the sand and in his palm there was gold.Why spend your life looking for a stone to turn things to gold, when you can put your efforts into turning all that you touch into gold instead? This story followed a question Mehboob sahib had asked regarding my plans after this work was complete. I explained that I would go back home to my family and look for a job. He asked if it was easy to find one and I mentioned very briefly some of the tax subsidy issues which have devalued my work and made it more difficult to get work in my profession of animation. However, I had decided that I would try to find other ways to earn, rather than to chase a sinking ship. Projects like “Risalo” are a risk in terms of finances, as it is more difficult to find employment right now. However, if I don’t bother to do things I care about, and simply live life chasing jobs, then what use is this gift of life?To this Mehboob sahib had started to share how his father had been asked if he earned from teaching Shah Latif’s poetry to people. Though he did not receive money for it, he certainly did earn. For did he not manage to provide for his family, to be fed, housed and educated? He impressed upon me the fact that though not all endeavors lead to earning financially, we certainly to gain from them, indeed even receiving sustenance.In the evening it rained. What an incredible blessing. I was sitting at my computer, working when I felt a cool draft of air as if I were in an air conditioned room, which it has been a while since i have been in one of those. I looked outside and it was raining. In this heat, it was much appreciated. I felt a sense of joy and relief.I hung out a bit with Naveed at the corner store and took a few photos of his shop as well. It is just by the hostel gate, and is a great convenience, as all the other shops are a bit of a trek across the highway.

Slow day

I spent the day biding my time. Mehboob sahib was busy, so the additional recordings would have to wait. I tried to keep productive, just working on anything I could think of. In the evening, I hung out with Javed and a few folks down the street. That’s about it.

Script corrections with Mehboob Ali Shah

I visited Mehboob Ali Shah sahib in the morning to have him read the second half of the Sindhi script for “Risalo” so that I could record it as a reference to the singers who will work on those chapters. As the language is complex, there are all kinds of pronunciation symbols (tashdeed) added in the text and to have a correct reading to accompany that should help the singers quite a bit.At each stage there are corrections to be made. That is the nature of how difficult this work is.

Once I got back, a good chunk of the day was spent editing the recording and making script corrections, all double checked against the existing script and Sindhi books where needed. It is a laborious task, but necessary. I found that one verse had been skipped in the recording process, so I would need to schedule time with Mehboob sahib again to take care of that.

Aakash Musical Band

While waiting in the heat for the next steps in making progress on “Risalo”, I have to keep myself busy with useful things where I can. I chose an exceedingly boring task to work on today, in the heat of the hostel room.I sat down to research some wordpress stuff to get this site more up to date with a theme that works well on mobile. Between that, and falling asleep a few times, the day went by rather slow. In the evening, I texted friends that I was walking over to the society. My friend Saqib met me there. I took care of an errand then we just walked all around the neighborhoods. It was actually very nice. It took me out of my own circular thoughts. Jamshoro is much nicer at night as the winds are cool.

Aakash Musical Band, Jamshoro, Sindh from Adnan Hussain on Vimeo.

We walked all around, then happened upon a really great brass band playing in a residential street. They kept marching up and down the street. We stood and watched for a quite a while, then I got their contact information and thanked them. Aakash Musical Band based in Hyderabad, Sindh. Contact Mohammad Aslam (Pakistan number: 03453587117).I ended up picking up a pizza from a place I had ordered over the phone from a couple of times. I even photographed their menu before coming back just so I could have a few more choices if I needed to order food. Anything that I can do to break the monotony and bring a bit more cheer into these challenging days. Don’t get me wrong, I am very fortunate for the relatively manageable challenges that I am facing and others like the hostel mess staff have it far worse.

Now what?

There was nothing much for me to do. I’ve been so focused on “Risalo”, that when I am waiting before I can begin new tasks my brain just can’t seem to push that project out and think about doing something else.I had picked up a book called “Tilism Hoshruba”, which is the first in a famous series of fantasy books about a character named Amir Hamza and his many adventures. It was put together in book form in the late 1800s. I learned about it years ago from a cousin. I started reading some of the introduction and first couple of pages. The language is fairly difficult for me, so it might take some working my way up to read it.For lunch, I trekked out in the heat to one of the dhabas (food places) over in the society across the main road. It is tough to do so in the heat, but when you can’t reach any friends by phone and there is no food in the area, there is no other choice. As there are no breakfast options here, I had not eaten breakfast either. Instead, I had just drank lots of water as usual.That food was good for dinner as well. Just another day in the heat. I do feel much better though, at least there is progress being made.

Sindhi script completed!

I finished the Sindhi script at last thanks to Shafqat sahib spending time with me late at night to recheck the last two surs (chapters). This is such a huge step forward for this project. I took the scripts after our session and added some pronunciation symbols from the Sindhi books and did a double check, fixing formatting. I finished around 4:30 am, which was not too bad as I had slept a bunch during the worst heat of the day before.This meant that I could now get these two scripts into the hands of singers to get those rehearsals going. In the morning, I took my time getting up, then as usual, took my scripts as pdf files on a little usb stick and left the hostel for the print shop in the society across the main road. I was walking down the sidewalk when I saw my friend Naimatullah sahib driving. He stopped, we said hello and he kindly drove me to the print shop. That saved me a lot of baking in the sun.It took a while to print all the pages, staple them and make extra photocopies, but in my hands at last was the completed Sindhi script! There was nothing else for me to do that day, so it was really nice to go to the Fine Arts Department with Naimatullah sahib. Exams are done as are classes, so the building was very empty. There were teachers working on grading, as I walked around and said hello.Sayed Mangi sahib dropped by as well. Naimat sahib dropped us off at Sindhology later on and we got to catch up a bit. I have not seen much of these two since I returned to Jamshoro a couple of months ago, but they have helped me a great deal with my projects here. It was a pretty relaxed day, just sitting in offices, that were much more comfortable than my hot room.I made a bunch of phone calls, and that was about all I needed to do.

Kitchen Staff

The day went by slowly, as I tried to make plans for the coming days and stay hydrated. At lunch, I finally went back to the mess hall, only to learn that all the staff had left for their village. The staff are very hard working, nice people. I was less concerned about the food than I was for them. I was told that Daulat’s older brother who worked as a driver in Karachi had been shot and killed. The staff, all relatives had gone back to their village while I was in Hyderabad.It is hard to know how to react to such horrible news. Shafqat sahib had cooked some nice food and shared that with me. It was very good, but my thoughts were on these young men who spend all their time working to make food. They struggle to barely get by and give up everything for their jobs. Daulat had hurt his hand pretty badly from a glass that broke while he was washing it, and his mother had just had surgery, and then this. It is too much.After a nap in the late afternoon, I woke up pretty out of it craving ice cream. I messaged a few friends who live in the society, that I was coming over to their neighborhood for ice cream. Before I knew it, my friend Javed drove up to the hostel and picked me up. We head to the outdoor ice cream place and I caught up with several friends, which was really nice, over some ice cream.Abdullah and I head over to Mehran to hang out on the lawn for a bit after. For me it was a nice change of pace, before we head to his place for dinner.

Kadam Ga

hotel

hotel

Alam at Kadam Ga

Alam base at Kadam Ga

In the morning, we woke up and head over to Kadam Ga, a shrine famous for a stone with foot prints of Hazrat Ali, the son in law of the Prophet Muhammed. It was a beautifully decorated building. Display cases contained items like a broom and pieces of tile that had come from the main shrine of Hazrat Ali.

Afterwards, we walked around the bazar for a bit to help Ustad Anb Jogi find a bag. He and the other singer and his father then went to Radio Pakistan Hyderabad and I head to Hyder Chowk, I had forgotten my usb at a print shop there, so I picked that up and got a micro sd card from a photography shop. Since the singers did not have a dvd player, I needed to transfer the reference materials I had prepared for them from the dvd to the micro sd card that they could use in their phones.

Every step has me jumping through so many hoops. I happened to have my multi card reader, so at least I did not need to get that. I went over to Soomro sahib’s office to use one of his computers to transfer files. The office was locked. I called and it turned out he was in Jamshoro. I got lucky though, when one of the students I had taught dropped by as he works there too. Shahzad opened the shop, got some ice for the water, and got the computers going. I have to say, these students are so kind and helpful. It really is a credit to them.

explaining an animatic can be challenging…”you’re gonna make this?”

mic at radio Pakistan

I got the files copied, then he insisted on dropping me off at the radio station on his motorcycle, which was a big help actually as it was pretty hot. At the station, I gave the micro sd to Ustad Anb Jogi, then hung around for a while before heading getting another ride from Shahzad. Soomro sahib had returned by then and we all caught up. We took a little lunch break, then I got sleepy and took a short nap.

greats of Sindhi music

greats of Sindhi music

Shahzad

nap in the office, just like old times.

By the time I woke up, Shahzad had left. I sat with Soomro sahib for a while, before deciding to walk to the bus stop where I could get the university bus back. It is a lot easier to take the university bus as it takes me directly to the hostel, rather than the train tracks and it has fewer stops. The challenge is just timing. If I can work out to go according to the university bus schedule, then I can get to and from the city for only Rs. 10 each way and it is just the one ride.Along the way, I grabbed a fresh fruit smoothy, then walked to the market where the buses stand. I saw them off on one side, but there was still almost an hour to go, so I got some Pakistani Chinese food, then hopped on the bus.I was tired by the time I got back, so I took a nap. The heat wears me out, but I do my best to avoid being in the direct sun during the day. I woke up and ate the Chinese food before eventually going back to sleep.

Lessons and Obstacles

I got up early to take two scripts to Mehboob Ali Shah sahib, the kind and wise Sufi who has given me deep insights into Shah Latif’s poetry. There were a few issues. I did not have enough small bills to get to his place, as rickshaws don’t carry much change.This whole situation is a pretty good illustration of the way I have to go about things here. There are always multiple obstacles and challenges to each little task. It was early, so no breakfast as the cafeteria or mess hall was not open yet and there were no rickshaws on my street. I walked down and found one parked. Once I reached it, I realized it was empty with no driver in sight. I walked further along and kept looking back when I heard a rickshaw like sound, only to see a few motorcycles pass.Finally, I saw a rickshaw and flagged it down. I knew I had enough cash to get to the railway crossing. I would have to figure out the rest of the way from there, with no banks open or shops that I could get change from at that hour. I asked how much, the driver said Rs. 50 and I hopped on. Good, I would still have Rs. 30 in small bills. I took the bumpy ride over, planning how I could manage the rest of the way.Once I got there, the driver stopped just before the tracks. I crossed over and walked to the street I needed to go down. There were qing qis there, so I managed to get a shared ride for Rs. 10. Great, I still had Rs. 20 left, so I could get to Mehboob sahib’s home and back from there to the railway crossing afterwards.It was great to see Mehboob sahib after about a month. We sat down, and he asked some questions about camera gear as he is interested in recording as well. I set up a little tripod with the camera and shotgun mic. I had come to record Mehboob sahib reading the Sindhi verses for the two pieces that I had double checked and verified by Muhib sahib the day before. With this correct pronunciation from Mehboob sahib, of this difficult language, I could give the singers a guide to practice from. I really appreciate all the people that are helping me. Things can be stressful, disappointing and frustrating, but something about Mehboob sahib, I always leave richer in mind and spirit after seeing him.He is very encouraging of my efforts and told me that he had mentioned me in conversation to someone at Mehran University. I really appreciate the support, and through all the ups and downs I try to hang on to every bit of positive energy and encouragement to help me through.I set things up and Mehboob sahib read through the printouts of the two scripts I had brought. He read slowly and with care to get things just right. It was a fairly smooth process. A few times some of the kids came by, and I felt sad for his little grandson who wanted to sit in his lap, but was turned away so grandpa could record poetry for my benefit. There were plenty of loud noises, from passing vehicles on the road and blaring music. I hoped that the mic would do a decent job of focusing on Mehboob sahib’s voice. Unfortunately, my setup does not allow me to monitor audio. I know, not good, but thankfully, I won’t be recording any of my final audio myself.After going through the pages of script, we finished sooner than our usual sessions. Mehboob sahib thanked me. I was taken aback as all I could think was that I am thankful to him and each of the friends who have poured time into this seemingly impossible task. He said he appreciated that I brought this work to him, as it would give him an opportunity to spend time with verses that he had not gone into deeply before. After all, Shah Latif’s Risalo is rich with hundreds of pages of verses, each with incredible depth. He is completely committed to connecting people to these deeper meanings. To that end, he asked if he could get a copy of the script, which I gave, so that he could spend some time either writing up or recording some explanations of the verses I had chosen.As usual, I felt goosebumps talking to him, and listening to him. He had just offered me something I had hoped for, a guide to the verses I chose, that I might bring that depth, not found in the Urdu translation to audiences. This would certainly help with the eventual English subtitles along with a few other books I have picked up.After a bit, he continued with a story. He told me about a man who had once come to him stating that he was unhappy. He described a staggering multitude of wealth in possessions, from a huge, extravagant home, to cars and all manner of luxuries. Yet despite all of it, he could not find happiness. It seemed obvious, that though he had external possessions, he lacked what he really needed within his heart.While the idea is basic, that merely physical possessions don’t lead to self satisfaction, it was the discussion that was interesting. He wove together several stories that served this point and a deeper overall one. There was the idea that monetary wealth was not self satisfying in itself.One needed internal equilibrium. Here the conversation shifted to the idea that one who is connected deeply and spiritually will take joy not just when things are easy and joyful, but even when things are difficult. That is a pretty tough lesson to apply. I thought about my own struggles and those of the people helping me, who themselves are facing numerous life and work challenges.There was discussion of the idea that only God, parents and respected elders could be counted on in times of need, for all friends could turn away and become enemies at any moment. I do trust my friends, but certainly there are a few relations you can feel a bit more comfortable asking for help from.He related a story of Hazrat Ali, during a battle with another leader. The other leader took the Quran out on the battlefield and Hazrat Ali’s troops stopped fighting, lest they desecrate it. Hazrat Ali explained that the opposing forces were just using the Quran, not as truth, but as a distraction. It was all about intentions. Not looking at ritual, but what lies in your heart. Duality, those that do not believe at all are more honest for they do not perform rituals, while their hearts lie elsewhere. They are honest in their ways inwardly and outwardly, which is more favorable than those who would suppose to believe through rituals but not in their hearts.An elderly person, with no heirs came to Mehboob sahib’s father one day and wished to give all of his money to him as he felt he would die soon and have no use for it. His father, though in financial need, supporting a family, took only two bills then returned the rest to the man, telling him to keep it for a day he would need it. Explaining his actions to his questioning children later, he said that he took a small taste as it would satisfy the elderly man that he was not rejecting him, while still allowing him to keep most of his money for his own future need.The struggles of thoughts versus actions is a big one. To be honest in your behavior and thoughts is important. This much I think I manage for the most part, even when things aren’t going so well.After we finished our session, I thanked Mehboob sahib, who asked what I was doing next. I appreciate his care. I shared my plans to take this to singers to get rehearsals started and then said goodbye. With my twenty rupees I got on another Qing Qi to the rail crossing (phaatak). Once there, I needed to get some change. I walked through the madness of vendors, motorcycles, donkeys, rickshaws, buses and trucks, over to a bank. Of course they had no small bills. So I took a Rs. 1,000 note and got two Rs. 500 notes. This was a bit better, but still not small enough for the rickshaw ride back. So, I crossed the mad street to the gas station. The store had a lock on the door. I walked down further, looking for a place that looked likely to be able and willing to break a Rs. 500 note. Finally, I found a shop, picked up a soda and a chocolate milk and got some change for one of the Rs. 500 notes. This is how I get through most days here as a series of obstacles to reach small goals.I took the drinks, hopped in a rickshaw and head back to the hostel, doing a mental check of the next few tasks I needed to do, and the logistics involved therein. I spent the rest of the day resting and editing the recordings for the musicians.

Birthday, so far from home

cake!

A little piece of California in Jamshoro

All I want for my birthday is to be done with the script. Muhib sahib took out some time from his busy schedule to drop by the hostel and work on rechecking two Surs for Risalo. It took a few hours, but we finished two of them. leaving the other two for a final check later.I was glad to have these two done. I made plans with Mehboob Ali Shah for the next morning to have him read these with the correct pronunciation for me to record for the singers. That meant, I needed to print these, so I went to the print shop in the society here, only to find the electricity was out. I needed to meet a friend who was in town in Hyderabad as well, so I just went there.I found a print shop and printed up the script, then visited Abdul Majeed Soomro sahib near there. Pirbhu sahib picked me up from there and we enjoyed a fish dinner. I met him in Los Angeles at a Sindhi dinner. He was in town for some work, so we had made plans to meet. Upon finding out it was my birthday, we head to an ice cream shop for dessert after dinner.

Movies and Writer's Cafe

Pakistan’s first animated film, “3 Bahadur”

reading at the writer’s cafe

In the morning, I went down, hung out for a few hours then went back to the hostel.Pakistan’s first animated movie “3 Bahadur” had come out the day before. I checked and there was a theater in Hyderabad where it was playing. I sent another mass text to see if anyone else wanted to join. We settled on the evening.Abdullah and I went into town, but it was sold out. We would have to wait until later to even be able to get tickets for Monday as I was busy Sunday. We stopped by a writer’s cafe by the Sindh museum which is an effort to create a space for thinking and writing. Afterwards, we had some fresh fruit smoothies (one of my favorite things here), then head back to Jamshoro. We had dinner at his place back on the roof in the dark and then I went to the hostel.

Rooftop respite

glimpse of the moon. darkness all around with no electricity and the cool Jamshoro breeze at night.

My friend Javed picked me up from the hostel and we went to Abdullah’s place. After a nice dinner and hanging out, I ended up sleeping on the roof, where it was nice and cool once again. This time, I just stayed the night.

Puppet clothes shopping

beautiful ornamental headlight encasing

endless shops in Resham Gali

kickin’ it at Soomroo sahib’s

I went back to Hyderabad to mail out the ajrak, hat and clothes to the puppet maker in Delhi via DHL. Once I got there, the weight was 0.7 kg which would be rounded up and charged as 1 kg. I decided to go to the cloth markets in the area and see if I could find cloth suitable for any other puppets I needed.I walked all over, looking at many different fabrics. I found some closer by, then walked all the way to Resham gali to search for some fancier cloth for the Raja Rai Diyach puppet. I grabbed an apple soda along the way, and wondered what I was doing in the midst of this heat.On the way back, I asked a rickshaw driver for directions. He was carrying cargo in the back. He told me which way to go, then told me to hop in the front with him and gave me a ride. He refused to take any payment once I got there. He was just trying to be helpful, on a hot day as he was taking cargo in that direction.I went back to DHL, weighed everything and it was exactly 1 kg, so I sent it off. Then I walked all the way to Hyder Chowk to see my friend Abdul Majeed Soomro. I ran into Azam Bugti, from the Hala Design College as well as Saqib, a talented designer. We chatted for a while, then left. I rode with Saqib as he was headed in the same direction. We stopped for a fresh fruit smoothy on the way. Papaya and pineapple was great on such a hot day.At night, my friend Abdullah came to get me just after dinner. We went back to his place and sat up on the roof. The wind is nice and cool at night in Jamshoro. The electricity was gone, so a few of us just sat or lay on a mat with some pillows. It was a nice change from my hot hostel room. Afterwards, I head back to the hostel.

Sindhi Hat

clothes shopping for puppets thus far

I need to keep this script moving forward, so I went through all the notes and corrections again, filling in whatever I could, even typing Sindhi verses letter by letter.I went into the city with Danish to look for a Sindhi hat. I need one for a puppet and wanted one for myself and my niece. We went to an old bazaar, riding a motorcycle through streets barely fit for walking through.We looked at a few shops there, then head to the Pakka Qilla (Fort) where there are some shops I had seen before. I looked at a few shops, then picked out the hats I wanted. Afterwards, I picked up some cloth for another puppet’s clothes. Then we grabbed some food at a place called Mirchi. I had a Chinese thali which had a variety of Pakistani Chinese food, certainly enough for two meals. The small joys.

Script work and Society

I went for my second session with Abdul Hafeez Qureshi. We worked on the last two Surs, once again making notes and corrections. Afterwards, I learned a bit about his writing and interesting research on Shah Latif regarding mention of history and culture in his poetry.Again, I spent the rest of the day in the heat, typing up corrections to the scripts based on our meeting. Once the sun started going down a bit, I head over to the Society, where there are shops and residence. I texted several friends who live there to see who might come and join. Saqib joined me as I got some things printed and picked up some cleaning supplies. It was fun to talk about design and to see some of his beautiful work on display at several storefronts that he had designed in the area. My friend Hisam joined us at a little dhaba for a bit, before I head back to the hostel.

Script work in Jamshoro

Back in Jamshoro, I met with Abdul Hafeez Quraishi, who spent time with me in the geography department, going over the Sindhi and Urdu scripts for “Risalo”. I noted many corrections and rearrangements for the text.I spent the rest of the day typing up changes, even typing Sindhi where needed to make all the changes on the Surs we had tackled.

Hawk's Bay Beach

Phool Patti team

Phool Patti team

Phool Patti team

Phool Patti team

Phool Patti team

We took a break at Hawk’s Bay beach. It was time for me to get going, but Haider Ali and Mumtaz bhai took me and a few of the kids to the beach. The water was cool, which was a relief in this heat. It was a lot of fun to just hang out, watch Haider Ali’s older son cry for his mother every time we took him in the water and watch Mumtaz bhai’s youngest run into the water without fear.

Mumtaz and two of the kids

Camel ride on the beach

Zulqernain, afraid of water, but far enough to smile.

Haider and I

Ghoshu, Haider’s brother in law

Children eating kulfi. I had 3!

Afterwards, we came back and rested. It was time for me to get going. I had a contact to follow up with regarding the Sindhi script for "Risalo", and while I was in Karachi, none of my friends had been able to check the existing script, so I needed to get back in order to make any progress. This thing is ridiculous. I never thought that this would be the step that killed the project, but it is taking everything I have to keep that from happening.I took a bus back to Jamshoro, messed up and ended up in Hyderabad, then took a shared rickshaw back. There's no joy in coming back to this. Haider and Mumtaz along with their families really felt like home to me. I would much rather spend time there than back in the isolation and weirdness of Jamshoro right now, but this is where I have to be if I have any hope of getting this project going.

Karachi Zoo

We checked out the local zoo. It was fun, if sad for the animals.Afterwards we head out to follow a lead on the last traditional puppet maker that I have been able to find so far. He is working at a recycling center in Lalu Khaith, so we went there to visit, with another truck artist who lives there. After a bit of asking around, we met his sons. They were eager to take an order for their father to create a puppet. I did not manage to meet the father who is now 70+ and pushing a push cart through neighborhoods to collect recyclable materials. It is a very difficult and harsh existence. Yet, at the same time, I am not sure how I can help. The sons are not young either, but they are not really connected to puppetry, and who can blame them, when they can not earn a living from it. Even if I get the father to make a puppet, which will be difficult, I don’t think anything changes in this case.

Student Truck Art

On the last day of the workshops at Indus Valley, the Phool Patti team got to see the finished works the students had created based on their lessons. It was great to see the sense of satisfaction in each team member, after the hard work they had put in with the students and likewise the excitement and appreciation of the students.There were a lot of fun pieces featuring students’ take on truck art culture in Pakistan.

Twins

The morning started with another comedy hour, courtesy of my favorite year and a half twins.

Thank you twins, for brightening my day. Until the next show.

Twins from Adnan Hussain on Vimeo.