Her Special Aftab

Her Special Aftab desperately desired a cup to worship. This might appear to be a fairly new approach to life, to me and my parents, but not to the Aftab, who feels that the idea was awe-inspring. Who would have imagined, a cup was the chosen thing.

Her Special Aftab desperately searched for a bottle of beer that they would smash. This is certainly a fairly odd approach to life, to everybody you know, but not to the Aftab, who felt it would be epic. Who would have thought, a bottle of beer being the chosen item.

Her Special Aftab desired a teapot to hug. It is a fairly new thing to do, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Aftab, who considered that it was in fact, amazing. You wouldnt have thought, a teapot is the item that was chosen.

Her Special Aftab desperately looked for a custard pie that they sometimes throw. It was a surprising thing to do, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Aftab, who assumed that it was in fact, simply life. You wouldnt have imagined, a custard pie being the chosen thing.

Her Special Aftab craved for a spade that they would sometimes smash. This seems to be a fairly extraordinary idea, to my children, but not to the Aftab, who thought that this idea is fun. Strangely, a spade was the thing that was selected.

Her Special Aftab often carried a spade that they would occasionally sit and look at. This might appear to be a strange proposal, to many, but not to the Aftab, who feels that the idea was fun. Strangely, a spade was the thing that was chosen.