Few months ago, when I was walking by Khan Al-Khalili in the Old Cairo. An Egyptian came to sell me something, as I walked. He had shawls on his shoulders. Reminded me of the Boulevard in Srinagar where similar scenes happen to foreign tourists such as Indians.
So he asked me in Arabic (which alhamdulilah I am getting good at) if I wanted Pashmina. I grinned at my friends who were with me. Thinking okay, lets deal with this now.
“Can I see them?”
“Okay” in affirmative said the Egyptian.
After I used my skills that I have learnt with Baba while on our trips to Delhi and Goa. I checked the label, it said “Kashmiri Pashmina”. It was a fake one, possibly Made in China.
“This is not Pashmina.”
“How do you know?” asked this curious Egyptian.
I grinned a little more and like in the movies, I turned my head. (Just making this dramatic)
“Coz, I am the Pashmina.”
The Egyptian snatched the fake shawls from my hands and with his Egyptian styled cuss words. My friends were laughing and so was I.
To Be Continued.
P.S: Egyptians who know about Kashmir, love it. I saw a lot of places selling something Kashmir. Even a shop was called ‘Kashmir’.