About two weeks ago, my boyfriend and I dined in at this popular Aghan restaurant in San Francisco, Helmand Palace. The food was superb and the service was great. In fact I was so impressed I grew curious about the Afghan culture and language.
But when we asked our waiter about the language, the waiter politely corrected us, “I’m not Afghan, I’m Egyptian”. And quickly we replied “Congratulations! We’re very happy for the people of Egypt”. The waiter answered with a smile up to his ears.
After we ordered, I was thinking whether I should do a story about the recent revolution and feature him as the central character. At first, I was shy to ask, but realized it’s worth finding out. And to my delight, he was more than happy to help out and supply me with all the information I need: footage, clippings, and the Facebook group that led the revolution.
Tariq is his name. He’s the only one in his family to migrate to the US and pursue an education abroad. To support his schooling, he works part time, hence waiting tables at Helmand Palace.
He enthusiastically gave me his email address and phone number, with no skepticism in mind about this female journalist who he barely know or heard of.
But my high hopes about the story were short lived. Tariq didn’t answer my calls nor my emails. I thought, either he was extremely busy with work and school, or he was advised not to trust me.
I’m glad the reason was the first, he’s just busy. Tariq called me back a week later and apologized for not responding promptly, and that he can still accommodate an interview.
That interview is tonight, at Starbucks. I decided not to bring my photographer or any video equipment (though Tariq agreed to be photographed). I plan to converse with him first and find out how much he knows before I put anything on record.
I’m still formulating questions that the media hasn’t asked yet. If you have any ideas, please send them my way.