The Shortest Interview Ever!

I was called to an interview a few days ago just one day after I applied for the position! It's not a top position but better than being unemployed or doing a labour job. At least it's in my own area of expertise. I had the phone somewhere that I didn't know where it was. So I couldn't pick up on time. The guy, who would interview me left a message. I called him back when I found the phone and told him that I was driving! He set up the time.

This is a sort of factory, of course in the industrial part of the city and it's not too far. I reached there a little early and the old lady, who was at a desk, called the guy. His office was just at the back and seemed shared a few others because there were 2 or 3 others in the room when we sat but they left shortly. When he introduced him to me on the phone his name definitely sounded Hispanic. When I met him he looked Oriental! I know that was the same person. I just don't know why he was called himself that name!

The interview didn't take long. When I sat I noticed there are a few other resumes on his desk! He pulled mine out and started asking question. He pointed at the job that I had mentioned doing in the old country before my last job in Canada! That was the only part of my resume I was able to mention the thing he wanted to read, as a direct experience with the work which is a manufacturing process. He didn't say anything about the salary because it had already been indicated in the job posting. When I told him that I had been laid off from that job, I guess I made a mistake by telling him that I had been contacted by sort of my supervisor, The Mumbling Guy, and let know that there's a chance that I would be hired for a project. I added that I prefer a more stable job. He said that they would select the person by next week and that was it. Sweet and short!

(Photo: This cartoon doesn't have anything to do with my interview but I used it here for this post. It's interesting!)

Problem With the Desktop Again!

I bought this desktop from a Future Shop in Surrey, I think, back in 2009 and it was working fine mostly except for the times that I screwed with it and had to take to a Future Shop (before it is sold) and Best Buy, at least two times. It's a Gateway machine with a big HP monitor.

There were numerous unknown (to me) issues with the machine. I was not even able to update the maps of my Garmin GPS. And then one day adds started popping up in the middle of a website or the machine would kick me out of YAHOO when I was sighed in to read my e-mail.

The first thing I did was downloading, installing and using a sort of software which had been introduced to me by The Brave. Since he's a cheap guy always trying to pay as less as possible, that didn't quite worked! Then I bought a new version ESET NOD anti-virus. I don't even remember when I had bought or downloaded the older version but I paid some $20 and upgraded the system. That helped a bit but not with the popping adds.

The final solution was to reset the computer back to factory setting and I did that! Now the system is fine. I bet the Best Buy guy did the same thing. I have all of my files intact and the system works with no problem at all. You should try the same if your problem's similar to mine. The system is still good after 8 years although not many people use desktops these days. I do have a laptop which I bought in last Jan. and that's wonderful. I will have a separate post for that.

(Photo: One of the Future Shops in Calgary, on MacLeod Tr. shortly after being closed down permanently. This store was actually new. They just had moved from two or three block north of this location! Mr. Hassan Khosroshahi, the Iranian investor, sold Future Shop to Best Buy in 2015)

First Call after the Return

I received a call from a recruiting agency last week in regards to the position I had applied. That was my first call after I returned home from the damn prison! I was quite optimist although it was a temporary position. The guy asked regular questions such as:
1. Are you currently working?
2. Would you be OK with the nature of the job being temporary?
3. How much are you expecting to be paid?
4. What was your salary on the last job?
I answered them honestly and politically. My answer to the third one was Whatever the norm of the industry is. To the last one I told him the truth. He then told me that he would send me the detail of the job and would expect me to answer the next day. I agreed. The bastard never did!
The next day I send an e-mail to their general e-mail address. They said they had forwarded my e-mail (and the same resume because I had attached it) to the guy and he would contact me. He, of course never did. I assume he simply found someone with less expectations although I never specified my desired salary.

So it means my resume is not bad but there are many people out there. I've come across many positions, many good positions to be exact, in the past two week and I applied for as many as 10 maybe but that was the only answer I received. Tough out there and I have to keep trying. My experience with recruiting agencies has never been good. This, in fact was one of a few that I had been contacted from.

Sony's Lithium Battery

I took two extra Sony Lithium Batteries with me when I was going to Quebec with the hope that when I needed to take a photo, I would simply exchange the discharged one but when we went to Chambly Canal National Historic Site, I realized that was a mistake! Or perhaps I can call a trick by Sony! None of the other two batteries work on the camera! The camera would turn on and then the screen would go blank and this message would appear on the screen:

I don't know know what kind of funny game is this that Sony is playing! I have to keep the battery charged until it's ruined and should be thrown out or recycled and so does the camera! 

It's obvious that big companies always try to screw customers to make money. Sony is not the only one. Sony actually has lost a huge market in the past few years. It had Sony stores all around the city and now none of them exist. In Calgary there was a huge Store in 8th St. SW that I was shopped in there and got my Sony Card as well. That big store has been divided to three and none of them sells Sony products. In Market Mall and Chinook Center as well they had stores. I don't know what happened to the fist one but the one in Chinook is part of Shopper's Drug Mart now. 

I normally take my big Canon camera with me when I'm travelling but this trip was unusual and not for fun. So I only took my small Sony camera. I will check with an electronic store soon to see whether they know anything about that or not.

(Photo: Sony Lithium Battery used in small digital cameras)

CFLRS Notes (36): CAC-PAR

The recruits who are to be released from the Forces, without being graduated, are transferred to this section of the school called CAC-PAR. CAC is for the people who have done something against the school rules or are awaiting their situation to be changed and PAR is for the ones who are simply awaiting their release. Some attempt to come back. Some leave for good. PAR stands for People Awaiting Release.

What is that people do during the day? A typical day in the section starts from 08:00 until 11:30 when people leave for lunch. They need to be back to the room by 12:30 hours. Then there is normally another 3 hours. Normally at 15:30 and sometimes wait could be as long as up to 16:00. Then they are on their own. 

I spent quite a long time in this freaking section awaiting my release. However any chance I got, I tried to get the hell out. That would have happened only if someone had been moving to CAC-PAR or going to any sections of the school for his or her release process. I would be volunteer. One major problem in this section is that the PAR candidates are not allowed to participate in PT. So in order to do that I would do squats, push-ups and other simple exercises once in a while. People stay in CAC-PAR for different periods, depending their situation. There are Normal, Immediate and Accelerated release. Mine was Normal. So they kept me there for three freaking weeks! Most of the people make up a story to get the hell out as fast as possible. One example of that is my Fire Team Partner. I saw him once in TRP and asked him what had happened. He said that he had gotten pneumonia and had to leave training. Then he told me one day that he had filed for VR because he had a job offer! They released him quickly! When I called him to ask about VR process he said he wanted to come back and advised me to stay there! I said to myself: What the hell! You said you had a job offer and for that you released yourself immediately! When I asked him about the job he said the pay was not good and the hours were long! That's what every job is here in Canada, especially military jobs!
There were others who claimed that a member of their family was sick. Mostly grandparents! There was no one to ask why everyone's grandma and grandpa is sick or dying at this specific part of training and particular part of the year, all at once! There were freaking idiots who after 1 week and even 2 days had filed for VR! This clearly shows the lack of system in CAF! The recruiting centers just pour people to CFLRS without caring about them and the school as well.
The day I got released was so pleasant and I've already written about it. I think everyone else has the same feeling, with some differences. I also saw people who had been awaiting their release for over a year! It was unbelievable! I never listen to their stories but I knew an old lady from Atlantic Canada who was in TRP for 9 months because an injury! Poor people! However some don't care because they get paid! The money they had never seen in their lives!
(Photo: For this post I've chosen a map of Canada which shows Atlantic provinces where a large number of CAF candidates come from due to poor economy in the region)

CFLRS Notes (35): The Sword of Allah(!)

This time I'm going to write about a guy whom easily can be called a dickhead! I apologize to any reader if he or she is offended but that what he really is. This fella who is introduced here as Sword of Allah and that is the translation of his name, literally, had issues with almost everyone during the training, even me! He once sees me eating Pork Sausage for breakfast and he goes: This is Pork! And I reply: So?! He goes: This is not Halal, referring to Muslim's restriction for eating any Pig product. I go: It's OK! We later got into an argument in the break room. I didn't want to disappoint him. So I fist said that the other meats he eats are not slaughtered based on Islamic laws. So they are not Halal as well and he should not eat them! The idiot didn't have any answer for that and said something nonsense such as " they are not banned meat! ". I told him that his sin was as bad as mine as long as he eats that kind of meat. Then in the fasting month of Ramadan I saw him eating all three meals of the day! I asked him why he was no fasting. He said that he needed energy! I said to him that it didn't matter if he needed energy or something else. I should have fasted! The freaking hypocrite was not able to provide an answer for that either! Then I brought another point up by saying that there are more important issues within world of Islam which must be focused on instead of eating this or that. I pointed at the problem with extremism, more specifically Taliban which we all know CAF has contributed a lot to eliminate them, dispite being unsuccessful. I asked him whether he believes that Taliban has destroyed the reputation of Islam and must be stopped and eventually eliminated. He responded that he was not sure of that and for that he needed to see their action(!) in Afghanistan to learn for himself and he doesn't have time for that! This is where I decided to talk to someone in charge so he could give a good piece of advice to this piece of shit but unfortunately I never did that and I regret it to this day! I couldn't believe that someone who does not believe that Taliban is enemy, is becoming a member of CAF! I even talked to The Cheater and he confirmed that I should talk to padre and go from there.

We had a few other awkward conversations and he stayed away from me as much as he did from anyone else. Then he came to me once, and this one I understood that he needed help but he was too proud to ask for that, and told me that he had problem with girls! He added that he could not mix up with these White guy(!), I'm quoting and he added to his previously considered thought that he should quit. There are quite a number of South Asian or East Indian families in the country that they are doing well. I think he was from a well-to-do family and being in CFLRS and hanging out with the people who mostly had problem making their end's meat or pay their basic bills was a problem for him. Anyways he said that a couple of girls had complaint about him and he would have PRB. I gave him a few pieces of advice and answered a few questions of him. The next time I saw the fucking bastard I realized that he not only was a hypocrite but was a big freaking lair! He, this time, said that he had a problem with Sergeant P (Whose story will be told later) over a bottle of water that he kept in his room for using in washroom! Many people with Islamic background do that. So the short version of it is that he got a Serious incident in his profile and told them that they were picking on him because of his origin! I don't know what parts of his story was right and what parts were made up but he threatened them that he would file for VR and since that's not good for a platoon's instructors, they tried to stop him. He eventually finished the course. However still had it in his mind that he should quit.
So one day he came to me, and surprisingly, sat at the table! He had a big smile on his face and said that he had finished the course and now he's so happy and relieved! He added that he wouldn't have to march anymore! I told him that he was wrong! His trade training would be soon started and it would be even harder than the basic training. Besides, I added, that now he's under the total control of military! They would tell him where to go, they would tell him what to wear, they would tell him what to eat and they would tell him where to live! He didn't like that, of course, and said that the military would prepare Halal food for him because they had to! I wasn't trying to make him quit. I just wanted to open his eyes because he's so stupid, proud (of nothing that he has) and immature! He said this was his country and he was Canadian and they had to provide to him whatever he wants! Here I went: No! You're not! I know that he had been born here from Pakistani parents but since he's such an asshole that even does not believe that Taliban is an extremist group who kills even their own people, I said that to him! He got mad and he said he would not talk anymore! Then he stood up and went and sat in the nearby desk. There he opened his mouth to say something and as soon as he did that, said: You said you wouldn't want to talk anymore! Didn't you?! Stop! I don't want to hear anything! He shut up and said nothing. Sat there and then left after a few minutes. That was the last time I saw him!
(Photo: A cartoon I found in the web. It's not intended to offend anyone. I just am trying to depict the guy. An angry and not-understanding, immature fella who would do anything wrong, if he was asked to. The Swiss Knife in his belt is funny!)

Chambly Canal National Historic Site

I and guy from New Brunswick hung out for a number of days in the same pod before being released from CAF. He was a little bit crazy but funny guy. The poor fella had some mental issue and for that he got released but it was not too serious to prevent me from spending time with him. The subject of this post is not him but I thought I should refer to him briefly before I go to the main topic. We shared good laughs together and I know he or anyone he knows ever finds out about it. So I'm not worried although I'm not telling anything bad about him. He admitted he had problems in the first week of training.

Anyway we left the school together one Sat. morning and walked all the way to Richelieu River in Saint Jean Sur Richelieu. It's a very nice place. Good for jogging, cycling, fishing and photography of course. While walking on the pathway we reached a small building with Parks Canada logo and people who had the uniform on. We then realized that we had reached Chambly Canal National Historic Site. Basically this is a canal which is made parallel to Richelieu River and it used to be a high-traffic area years ago. They made that, according to the Parks Canada lady, with her strong French accent, because the river is shallow at parts and there are falls at other spots which makes it impossible for boaters to have a safe trip or one at all. So this was built years ago. Nowadays is just used by recreational boaters from the US and Canada. We saw a number from both countries when we were there. The system works similar to the way that Panama Canal works although I have no idea which one is made first but it's easy to find out. The boat arrives and stops before a compartment-like section. The first gate opens and water enters the compartment and its level rises. Then the boat enters and the gate gets closed. Then the second gate gets opened and the boat is let go. The aim is to equalize the level of water at each section and apparently there's a charge for that. 4 Parks Canada employee where seen there and they had a little building. It seemed a little excessive especially knowing that Parks Canada is very careful with hiring people and a few years ago laid a big number off. 

Another interesting about this site is its location. It's located in Province of Quebec that in many ways separates itself from the Federal Government. It would have been a good question both from my buddy from New Brunswick and Park Canada guys but I forgot to ask! 

We watched an American boat passing and saw how the system worked. We hung out a little and walked a bit. I would have been spent much more time in there, if I had been on vacation or something but we had to go back and I was in jeans and shoes. So we headed back after getting a drink from a local McDonald's.

I found this beautiful photo of the Zoroasterian Temple in Isfahan in the internet. I think this photo could be taken in mid-spring or summer when the trees are full of leaves. For more information about travel to Isfahan refer to Isfahan.ir. This place is apparently being protected, of course after years of being ignored and left alone! There is admission to visit and I hope some information is available as well. When I visited, we simply climbed up and although I don't remember much, it didn't seem very good but I hope it's being taken after now.

Here was one a question popped up: There are thousands and thousands of historic sites in the country which are being destroyed over years and no one pays attention to them. Here in Canada with only 150 years of history they try to preserve things as simple and usual as a canal! One of the actual historic sites that I visited in the old country years ago, nearly 20 years ago, was a Zoroastrian temple in Isfahan. On those years I clearly remember that only ruins of that had been left and everyone could go on the top of walls and structures. I'm not Zoroastrian and don't follow any other religion but all of the mosques in Isfahan are considered historic sites and national heritage but no one asks these guys why they don't mention about the Kings who lived in the nearby palaces while they say they overthrew years of kingdom reign in the country. The answer perhaps would be that the Safavid preserved Islam and what we see in the world as Shia Islam is simply because of their efforts.
(Photo: Two boats are approaching from north while people are fishing. It's interesting to me that people prefer the canal for fishing over the river. My experience in fishing is limited to one time years ago in a river which was going to Caspian Sea and that was a disaster which I'm not even going to tell it here! So I'm no expert to say why they have that preference!)

The Disaster of Going Back Home

This time I'm writing from Ottawa International Airport because I'm stuck here! I booked my flight to Calgary through Ottawa and I realized that there was 01:55 hour delay! The flight from Montreal to Ottawa was very easy, short and comfortable. I was given a seat next to emergency exit with no one next to me. However when I got to Ottawa I learnt that my flight had already left! 

One lady from Air Canada tried for minutes to get me another ticket. Meanwhile I realized that my plastic bag containing my laptop and all the related is not with me! I was nervous and a little bit disoriented as a result of missing my flight and even now that I'm writing this I have a light headache, something I barely get in years. I remembered, after a few minutes of thinking that I had left my bag in the cart when I was rushing up to the check-in section!

The lady eventually was able to get me a flight to Vancouver and then Calgary and offered me a hotel room in Downtown Ottawa, some 20 min. drive. I refused and I said I would stay in the airport and here I am! I then went to Lost & Found and luckily someone had handed in my bag and I'm writing using my Chromebook! 

I finally ate after almost 12 hours! I went to Tim Horton's and garbed a Chicken Salad Sandwich for $5.30 which was not bad. The last time I had eaten was yesterday around noon when I had a cup of Coffee and a Walnut Brownie in a small cafe in Montreal Airport. I guess that cost some $6 or even more. People here don't care about the price of things they buy! I later saw a small sandwich, similar to the ones that you get them in Safeway for around $4.5 for more than $10!! I probably have to eat three of the damn thing for my meal. Then here in Ottawa I paid $3.25 for a bottle of 591 ml Dasani water! 

My flight is at about 06:20 and I don't know where the damn headache came from! Internet in Ottawa Airport is much easier to use. No sign in or bullshit like Montreal Airport. Just accept the terms and conditions! I didn't have a very bad sleep the night before my flight. So it's hard for me to understand what the cause of this headache is.
(Photo: The Bombardier Air Canada plane when parked at the designated gate)

Free, After All

I'm writing this from Pierre E. Trudeau International Airport in Montreal. I finally was released from CFLRS without any problem this morning. I was a little bit nervous because you never know what might happen to keep you for a very long time! In fact something silly did happen(!) but it was a stupidity which I will write about it separately but generally it was easier than I had thought. 

My room was not inspected although I had cleaned it and put everything in place. I had returned all my military stuff and had done all of my paperwork. The only thing left was to return the room key and my Exacta Card which I did after that and went to the office and reported. 

The lady who was responsible for the section, a Master Seaman, even helped me to get a cab and gave me the metro and bus maps. However I only got a cab to the bus terminal in Saint Jean Sur Richelieu which cost me $13.15 only. I got the bus to Bonaventure metro station in Montreal from there which cost $10. I was supposed to get to metro and a bus to the airport but I said no way! I got a cab to the airport and I don't know how much he had to charge me but he said $40 flat and I accepted. It was so comfortable and easy compare to the damn metro and bus, of course. He was a nice guy who spoke English with his French accent and here I'm now! It cost me a total of $63.15 compare to $115 that a cab would have charged. A saving of little more than $50 for now that I will be unpaid for I don't know how long!

I tried to get to an earlier flight and although one of Air Canada ladies said two flights had empty seats, when I went to the counter I was told that nothing was available. I just got my boarding pass and am waiting now.    

I've written enough about CFLRS and I will have more posts. Everyone who's planning to join can refer to my posts or sends me questions but I think it's different from person to person. I will never go back again and I didn't like it at all. Some might do. 

(Photo: An early picture of Free, the band. These guys have a number of greatest Rock songs of the all time. This post doesn't have anything with the band and I don't know why they called themselves Free but since the post is about freedom I thought I should use their photo here. From left Paul Rogers, Simon Kirke, Andy Fraser [passed away recently] and Paul Kossoff [passed away in the early years of Free of overdose)

CFLRS Notes (34): Summary Trail

One of the staff, a P. O. (Stands for Petty Officer, a ranking in RCN, in case you didn't know and that could be P. O. 1 or 2 but they are only addressed as P. O.) approached me and a few others once and asked us if we would be doing anything the coming Mon.. The answer was no and he ordered us to attend a Summary Trail at a certain hour on the day. From the name of the event I knew someone was in trouble and would be punished.

At the specified date and time, people almost filled the room and a Major and his aid walked in. The accused was then ordered to enter. He was marched in by one of the aids while escorted by two recruits. They were ordered to stand in front of the judge, the Major, all three of them.

The story was an idiot had a bottle of Red Wine on him when he returned from leave and it was found in his closet in a plastic bag! The guy said it was a gift from his grand mother(!) and added he never drank! The Major as a judge indicated that he had to prove the following four:

1- The identity of accused as the person who committed the unlawful act.

2- The date act was performed.

3- The location, and

4- The act itself.

He made a telephone call to the person who had found the bottle and played that for everyone. The person, a Warrant Officer working in another base named another person and then he was called to the room and after a three way conversation it was proved that the guy who was standing in front of the Major was the one who had the bottle within his personal stuff on that specific day and in the specific quarter of the school. The concept of having alcoholic beverages was found in contradiction with one specific order of either CAF or the school, I don't recall.

The witness who was called to the room was a Quebecois and after putting his hand on the Good Book (as it's said in The Shawshank Redemption!) told that he didn't speck English. So the Major asked the accused if he trusted him translating the witness and the accused accepted. Then words were exchanged between the Major and the witness and it was confirmed that the accused was the one that the alcoholic beverage bottle had been found in his quarter.

Here was the funny part. One of the escorts, a tall blonde girl extended her arm as a sign of excusing herself to ask a question and requested to be seated! I understand that some people are not strong enough to stand on their feet for a long time but that just showed the stupidity of selecting her as an escort in the Summary Trail. People here in Canada, in different levels of society and especially politicians have been trying to say men and women are equal and they don't want to be Sexist by selecting only males. They ignore the fact that simply selecting a female to show you support women (perhaps to get their vote in the next election!), regardless of the fact that she might not be qualified, is extremely stupid! 

The girl first sat and then left the room, accompanied with another girl! The session was continued with the point by the Major indicating he had gathered all the facts and he was about to come to the conclusion. The accused was found guilty and he was fined $150. However he was told that he would have a chance for appeal. 

The point here, as the Major indicated that, was to have a message to the rest of the recruits. They have to understand that there are rules to follow. They are in military and they have to give up their stupidity for the time they are under training and after that as well. I personally don't think many get the message but sessions such as that is required. There's no doubt for that. However I expected CAF to be more harsh in punishment. This guy was let to continue his training. I think he should have been suspended until the Summary Trial day and then, would be send back to training when possible after a much bigger fine. That's how they can stop stupid people like that in CAF.
This is another example that shows how Canadian society is soft on people who do unlawful things. It's quite similar to DUI. If harder punishment is available, the amount of crime or unlawful act will be decreased. I will probably have to separate posts about this topic and the equality of men and women. 

(Photo: A member is standing in front of an officer or NCM as part of a Summary Trail in a tent. Picture was randomly selected from Internet. Hope I have not violated any military rules. No name is revealed here and the face of accused is not seen. I assume I should be good)

Dime in the Public Phone

One of the things I noticed here in Canada is lack of respect(!) for small coins! When a person drops or finds a Nickle, a Dime or used to drop a Penny, they don 't bother bending and picking it up. My understanding is they are too rich to care about that much of money! I think it doesn't matter whether your rich or not. You need to pick that up. If you don't need it, drop in a tip jar or a donation box. Is that too hard to do? Don't act like a ignorant, selfish, fool. 

I remember in the old country once my Aunt was back form a trip to Canada and had some change on her and gave them all to me! Although I was not a little kid, that amount of change, for me who had not been abroad at the time, was a treasure! I kept a number and then used the Dimes, mostly, on a public phone! There was no mobile phone available on those days. We didn't even had landline for years and I don't quite remember the year. I don't recall whether we had landline back then or not but I remember I used to use a public telephone at a corner often. It could even be avoiding others in the family to listen to my conversation. I don't quite remember the situation but I do remember that Dimes would work on the phone easily. It was even hard to find coin for public phones on those years so I would have been more than happy to use a Dime or any other coin, regardless of it's value when exchanged, to make a call. I wonder what the person who empties the coin box would feel every time he saw a Dime! Today's machines, at least in Canada, are designed in a way that if you put a wrong coin in, they would spit it out. The last time I was in the old country most of the public phones, or would be better to say all of them, were card operated and not many would use them. Every freaking person has a mobile phone there just like everywhere in the world. Some even have two! 

(Photo: A pile of Canadian Dime. I guess the government had a plan of eventually eliminate coins and banknotes just the way they took Penny out and turned paper money to sort of plastic one) 

Flashback (32): Mohammad of Allah(!)

I haven't written under Flashbacks for awhile. Something came to mind which reminded me of this guy and his story back to 15 years ago. There were a number of guys from Afghanistan in the apartment where I moved to after I left The Brave's I guess in June or July of 2002. One of them was this guy named Mohammad of Allah (literal meaning!) from Afghanistan who lived right in the unit below ours with a roommate. I had a roommate from Afghanistan as well and he worked night shift while I worked day shift. I remember one night a bunch of us went to this strip club in Downtown. It does not exist any more. It was called French Maid. I guess they either transferred the business somewhere else or shut it completely. 

There were a couple of strippers that we watched and then we took a break. I saw this great Muslim(!) playing pool with one of the girls who was clothed in shorts and T-shirt! I didn't know at the time that strippers, maybe not all of them, hang out in the club to find a customer for the night. I was so naive! I don't know if they agreed on a price or not but I doubt that! 

Then this great Muslim(!) who is so devoted to his religion that carries his prophet's name, I heard one day that had left the country for Afghanistan to find himself a good wife, a virgin girl, who cooks, sews, cleans and takes care of her husband. That's what a good wife means in Afghanistan and the neighbouring countries. He didn't show up for months and when once, out of curiosity only, I asked my friend about him he said that Muhammad of Allah had found his bride but because he was so young(!) or as it's called in Canada Underage, he was not allowed back to the country. He decided to stay there and enjoy her young wife (who could have been as young as 13!) until she was 18 and could be brought to Canada! I never heard of him or his story but would like to know if he has come back with his family or not. Perhaps I should check with my friend. I wonder if the strip-club Muslim patron is doing well or not! 

(Photo: Under-age marriage is common in Afghanistan, Pakistan, India, Iran and as far as I know some Persian Gulf states and Arabic-speaking countries. This image was randomly selected from Internet shows the age gap between a bride and groom in Afghanistan and other countries. It's quite common. Some families do that just to release a member so they don't have to feed her and provide other services)