"Dubai ke sabse bade 'Royal Palace' mein aaj ek ajeeb khamoshi thi. Dubai ke sabse amir Sheikh ne elaan kiya tha ki unka haircut wahi karega jo sabse behtareen hunar dikhayega. Wahan pehle se hi ek French barber 'Monsieur Pierre' baitha tha, jiske hath mein heere (diamonds) se jadi kainchi thi. Usne Sufiyan ko dekh kar ek tanz (taunt) kiya, 'Ek mamuli Indian barber? Kya tum jaante bhi ho ki Sheikh ke baalon ki qeemat kya hai?'
Sufiyan ne kuch nahi kaha. Usne bas apna sunehri suitcase khola aur apni Sunehri Kainchi (The Scissors of Yaadhusain) nikaali. Pierre ne apni machine chalayi, par Sufiyan ne sirf apni kainchi ko hawa mein lehraya. Achanak, kainchi se ek aisi khushboo (aroma) nikli jisne poore mahal ko sukoon se bhar diya.
Sheikh ne jab aaine (mirror) mein apna naya look dekha, toh woh hairan reh gaye! Unka chehra 10 saal jawan lag raha tha aur unka purana sar-dard hamesha ke liye khatam ho gaya tha. Pierre ki heere wali kainchi dhari ki dhari reh gayi. Sheikh ne Sufiyan ke kandhe par hath rakha aur bola, 'Sufiyan, tumne sirf baal nahi kaate, tumne meri rooh (soul) ko taaza kar diya hai. Aaj se tum mere 'Personal Royal Stylist' ho!' Pierre ki aankhon mein khoon utar aaya—usne wahin phone ghumaya aur kisi purane dushman se hath mila liya."