One day after coming home from work Iqbal saw a child who was crying. Because pity finally Iqbal approached him.
Iqbal: Son, why are you crying on the street?
Child: can not cry on the street?
Iqbal: It's not like no son, but danger if there is anything. so why are you crying?
Child: Sir, my cat is gone.
Iqbala: Have you looked for him?
Child: Already, but not found.
Iqbal: what if I help you look for him?
Child: how do you help?
Iqbal: I will help you advertise in the newspaper to get your cat met
Iqbal:% @ # @@ #%Child: no need sir, my cat can not read
