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Though it’s rude to call someone a rube, but it brought to mind my driver Waqas. He was definitely one. I had to employ a driver, when Son left for Houston in December, leaving me on my own. His new job in Massachusetts required him to reach there by January sixth. I would have coped without a driver, but driving in Peshawar was truly hazardous. Another thing was keeping the car not getting stolen by leaving it without a person to guard it.

Waqas belched when he would have his food. Although I had not signed him for giving him food except his pay. I had to give him food when it was meal times, and he was still with me. For the first few times, I ignored his ill manners. Then I had to find my courage to tell him off. It didn’t work. He told me, “I always belch”. I told him he can do it when he is alone, but certainly not in front of me. It was so crass. I had to repeat several times before he decided to heed me.

Another thing which was very off putting was the smell coming from his clothes in the small confines of my car. Oh God! What am I going to do? It was my reaction every time the smell hit me. For some time I put up with it by rolling the window a few centimeters down. Then it was enough. I knew I couldn’t last a month with the foul smell. I was across my limit of endurance. I bought a nice smelling bag of detergent, and gave it to him to have his clothes washed in it. That took care of the problem.

Next time Insha’Allah I’m coming back the minute Son has to leave.


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Lala (older brother), and I hold different views on everything under the sun. Whereas he tries to blast people’s ears with honking, I would like to forbid its’ usage – only to be used under most dire circumstances. 

When we are going some place in my car, Lala drives my driver nuts by telling him to honk every other minute. The driver has my clear instructions not to use the horn, while Lala tells him otherwise when he is sitting in the front seat. Lala smilingly revels in any opportunity to do so. My driver remains confused who to listen to.

I have always found honking terribly offensive. On roads in home country I’m particularly terrified of bus horns. Their sound is highly grating, loud and irritating on ears. One of my close friend J lost her husband to heart attack brought on by the honking of bus drivers.



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