Malik's

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Malik’s Hairdressing Salon, customers often noticed an old man sitting in the corner, quietly reading newspapers while waiting for his turn. One day, he pulled out a strange-looking comb from his pocket and started humming softly as he worked it into his hair. Since then, every Tuesday around noon, the same routine began—until no one could remember when he’d last left without leaving behind a few strands of someone else’s hair. One day, a new customer, a delivery driver named Alex, walked in and asked the stylist, ‘Who’s that mysterious gentleman with the comb?’ The stylist shrugged, ‘Oh, him? That’s just Mr. Malik himself—he owns the salon!’ From then on, everyone knew that Malik’s secret was simply that he loved playing practical jokes on unsuspecting clients.

2. At Malik’s Hairdressing Salon, every morning around nine, a faint but unmistakable scent of freshly baked cookies wafts through the air. Employees and clients alike stop for a moment, their eyes following the aroma as it drifts towards the kitchen area. One day, an elderly gentleman walked in with a hat so large it nearly touched the ceiling. As he sat down, everyone held their breath—would his head fit under the ceiling fan? Miraculously, just as the baker finished placing another tray of cookies in the oven, the fan started humming softly. The old man smiled broadly, took off his enormous hat, and said, 'Ah, just like home!'

3. At Malik’s Hairdressing Salon, a delivery driver always arrived just as the afternoon rush began. He’d park his truck outside and start unloading boxes with such precision that it looked choreographed. One day, an old neighbor popped in for a trim. As usual, the delivery driver was loading boxes when he suddenly tripped over his own shoelace—and started dancing like a professional! Everyone burst out laughing, including poor Malik who had to close early to film the hilarious moment on his phone.

4. At Malik’s Hairdressing Salon, one day a regular customer heard a soft clicking sound coming from behind the counter. Curious, he leaned closer and realized it was the sound of scissors cutting air—only no one was there. Suddenly, an old hat fell off the shelf and landed on his head with a thud. Startled, he looked around—and saw nothing but empty shelves. Then, a voice whispered from nowhere, ‘Don’t worry, I’ll cut your hair next week!’