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John,
My dad, Shabbir Amiwala, grew up poor in Karachi, Pakistan. His first job as a boy was selling eggs in the market. Each day, he would bring home the cracked ones for him and his sisters to share the following morning. Eggs were a luxury.
He dreamt of a better life, so he came to America to chase the American Dream. By pure luck, the taxi driver who picked him up from the airport spoke Urdu and connected him to a job at a restaurant called The Burger Lounge. He worked as a busboy, then as a line cook, and later as a taxi driver — passing the taxi exam by answering “C” all the way down, despite not being able to read English.
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