The Honest Taxi Driver
What is the life of a taxi driver? Not much except physical labor and hardly any exercise for the grey matter. One such driver was Anwar. He got his driving license from the back door. He neither learned how to drive a car, nor was he aware of the traffic rules and regulations. He was, however, a man with a generous heart, known for his hospitality.
He overheard a conversation as he sat with his mates at a tea stall. “Tea keeps me on my feet.”
“Have another. Everything should be in moderation.”
“Tea is a milder addiction.”
The conversation drifted to the price of petrol and passengers. “Things have become so expensive. I bought a kilo of meat for Rs. 150/-. It seems that if the price does not come down, it will be difficult for us to make ends meet”.
One of the reasons why Anwar stood out amongst his mates was his wife. She never harassed him for extra money. The hard work that he put in was evident from his bronze skin tone and its rugged texture. He got tanned by the hours, days, and years that he had spent driving his cab, exposed to the scorching heat of the sun. He was so vigilant that he pierced the distance with the sight of an eagle soaring in the skies and nose-diving to pick up the prey from the ground.
“Stop the thief!” cried the lady, whose purse got snatched away. Nobody moved from amongst the onlookers. However, Anwar approached from a distance to the scene of the robbery. “Move aside!” He roared, “Corner the thief!”
However, the thief was a smart cookie. Dodging Anwar, he entered the alley and hid behind a rubbish can. To the thief’s misfortune, a cat inside the can got scared of the noise the thief made and leaped out of it. Anwar pounced on the thief and recovered the money from him.
Like the lady above, his work led him to interact with people from various strata of society. Sometimes there were people from affluent families as well.
One bright sunny day, fate was to take a turn for Anwar. Mr. and Mrs. Ahmed sat in his cab and asked, “We want to go to Nazimabad. Will you take us?”
“Hop in,” replied Anwar.
“We are going to this place for the first time. I hope you will be able to follow our instructions,” said Mr.Ahmed.
After clearing a few traffic jams, they finally arrived at the destination. They got off on the main road and said they would manage on foot the rest of the way.
To his utter surprise, Anwar found a parcel on the back seat of his cab. He found it when he had stopped for a meal after dropping Mr. and Mrs. Ahmed off. The parcel had jewelry inside. He was somewhat anxious to locate them so that he could give them their parcel back. He searched for some form of identification, but to no avail. His friends tried to persuade him to keep it, but he took pride in being honest, and there was no way he would compromise over it.
Little did he know that this parcel was to seal the fate of a couple about to be married! The couple was Ammar and Shagufta. Ammar and Shagufta had been engaged for a year. It was customary to give dowry to the daughter, not to display wealth, but to support her in her new home till she was self-sufficient.
He reached home and asked his wife to keep the parcel in safe custody. Weeks passed, and lo and behold: he spotted Mrs. Ahmed. She was shopping in a market where he had just dropped a passenger off. He hurriedly approached her and told her that she had forgotten a parcel in his taxi.
She told him that she had been searching for this parcel. She could not hold back her happiness and gratitude. “I was so worried. The parcel had jewelry, which was my daughter’s dowry. I had fallen ill due to the loss.”
This jewelry was an heirloom. It had been handed down from Shagufta’s grandmother to Shagufta’s mother and then to her. The grandmother was married to one of Ammar’s father’s uncles. Shagufta’s grandmother had grey eyes and brown hair, and so did Shagufta. These qualities endeared Shagufta to Ammar.
Anwar arranged for the jewels to be returned to Mrs. Ahmed.
“We will expect you and your family at the wedding.”
Mrs. Ahmed’s happiness knew no bounds. The return of the jewelry meant a big load was off her delicate shoulders. Mrs. Ahmed could not stop praising Anwar. She told everyone about who she’d met, how honest he was, and how difficult it was to find people like him. She thanked God five times a day when she prayed.
They welcomed Anwar grandly at the wedding. The whole family was eager to know him. Although he was not a rich man and the other guests were, he still got treated nicely. However, none could deny that Anwar was ‘rich at heart’, the richest of them all at the wedding. He walked in with his head held high. He felt so good after returning the jewels. Although he was at a gathering full of rich people, he did not feel lost as he had the ‘wealth’ of honesty.
As Shagufta wore the wedding band, she looked at Anwar and smiled with gratitude. Then she headed towards her new home. Her wedding was memorable right from the beginning to the end. A new life lay ahead of her, and as she entered the threshold of her new home and prepared to remove the heavy necklace, she heaved a sigh of relief, recalling all that had happened.
Written by: Zeenat Iqbal