Their Fucking Aftab

Their Fucking Aftab often carried a pen that they liked to put in the bath with him. It should be a bizarre proposal, to my dad, but not to the Aftab, who felt it would be entertaining. Strangely, a pen was the thing that was chosen.

Their Fucking Aftab desperately desired a rubber chicken that they liked to put up their bum. This is certainly a fairly funny idea, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Aftab, who expected that the idea was spectacular. Bizarrely, a rubber chicken being the thing selected.

Their Fucking Aftab craved for a hat that they liked to try to balance on their head. This seems to be a surprising activity, to me and my husband, but not to the Aftab, who considered that this idea was spectacular. Who would have thought, a hat is the thing to select.

Their Fucking Aftab owned a can of coke that they would occasionally share. It would be a fairly curious exercise, to my neighbour, but not to the Aftab, who had come to the conclusion that it was in fact, miraculous. Bizarrely, a can of coke was the thing that was opted for.

Their Fucking Aftab desperately needed a cheese grater to eat. This could be considered a funny proposal, to my children, but not to the Aftab, who felt that it was in fact, simply life. Remarkably, a cheese grater was the chosen item.

Their Fucking Aftab wanted a rubber johnny that they would occasionally smash. It would be a weird thought, to you and me, but not to the Aftab, who feels it was entertaining. A rubber johnny would be the thing that was chosen.