Many people in Pakistan (and especially in Islamabad and really especially in E-7 and totally especially current or ex-goverment/military) have drivers. My uncle's driver, a very polite and quiet young man, had an uncanny resemblence to the famous Latif the Poet. So much so that, when N recognized him in a crowded office, she exclaimed, "Hey! There's Latif!" even though his name is Israr. Good ol' Latif.

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