Driving a cab around NYC

Driving a cab around NYC is not easy. I remember one time when my eldest daughter was in college, I told her my back was aching and I needed a doctor’s appointment. She laughed at me like I was a clown in a circus. “How hard can it be to sit in one place? That’s…

The Yellow cab crises

I’ve been driving the yellow cab around NYC for the past 25 years. In between I tried different jobs, like buy a chicken farm, but it didn’t work out. Apparently my eldest daughter hates the smell of chicken poop and she refused to leave our two apartment bedroom. She was fourteen at that time. My…

A father’s day poem

This is a poem my daughter wrote for me and she read it to me. You tell me the world is vicious daddy because you’ve looked it in the eyebut it’s my turn nowso won’t you let me fly. You tell me there are storms out there that I won’t be able to bearbut you’ve…

Where it all started

I was born in Pakistan in the 60s, in a small village close to Kashmir. My father was a farmer who was a part time alchemist or herbalist (which is a pretty interesting story). He owned sheep, cows, chicken and weird looking chemicals. My mother was a house wife who would help my father out…