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Yesterday I had a long wait at JFK airport. I had arrived earlier from Houston. My daughter was coming via Chicago from Iowa. We were to meet there, so that she didn’t have to drive again to fetch me.

I randomly observed people, as I sat in the baggage area. Some had travelled with their dogs. One young couple had a miniature pooch– brown with black patches. He escaped from his mistress, and ran straight at me. He was unbelievingly small with pointy ears, and bulgy eyes. As I got ready to give a shriek, he skidded to a stop, and changed his direction. His mistress ran after him in hot pursuit.

A night earlier I was walking outside the apartment I live with my son. I had come out to dispose our garbage, and after that decided to take a walk. A man with a dog had come to throw his garbage too.  He had several bags. Meanwhile his dog got another idea when he saw me walking there. He excitedly started barking at me, trying to get closer to me, and ready to give me a bite. He wasn’t a miniature, but was a ferocious little thing. I shrieked involuntarily, and waved my hands at him to keep myself from being bitten. 

His owner shouted at him to stop his misbehavior, but  he kept nipping at my ankles. I moved backwards. He took umbrage at his owner from stopping him from having his fun. Clearly in a huff he ran off. His owner dropped his garbage, and ran after him. 

I saw them returning. To avoid them I continued my walk in the opposite direction. After waiting for several minutes, I turned to walk back home.




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Unfulfilled Dreams


Farida was an orphan, living with her brother, and his wife. From morning to night, she remained busy with the house chores, and the looking after her small nephew. She was the one who had to look after the baby while her sister-in-law had her un-interrupted sleep at night.

She was betrothed to her uncle’s son Hanif, who had migrated to the US, years before. How the chap was persuaded to come for marriage, that’s another story.

Finally the day of her marriage came. The few people who constituted her marriage party were her brother, sister-in-law, the groom, and his parents. After the Nikah ceremony the bride, and the groom spent their wedding night in a hotel.

After a ten days stay, the groom went back leaving his wife with his parents. Time passed slowly for Farida. Her mother-in-law made her work from morning till night. Her marriage had only changed her place of work. She was an unpaid servant in her uncle’s home.

Meanwhile her letters to her husband remained unanswered.

Farida decided to go, and be with her husband. There was the question of airfare. She sold her share of property for a meager sum to her brother.

There was no one waiting for her at JFK. Her fellow travelers (a husband, and wife) felt sorry for her predicament, and asked her to leave with them. She was torn in two — which step to take? Remain at the airport, or go with them. She decided to trust them, and left with them.

The couple located Hanif, and asked him to come, and get his wife. Once inside her husband’s apartment, Farida got brutal slaps, and kicks as her welcome. She was told that he hadn’t ask her to come, and she had to leave the next day. He was afraid if his American wife found out about his second marriage he would have hell to pay.

The next day she was put on the plane to go back the way she had come.