It was past 11 p.m. and I was attempting to meet an accounting deadline for the following morning. Christopher, my student son came storming into the room, “Pops, get to bed. You never stay up past 10 p.m. At your age you’ll have a heart attack.” For once, I listened...
My parents named me Emil Kassamali Salehmohamed Remtulla. In our small Muslim town, my middle names were that of my father and that of my grandfather, so everyone within my community knew which family I came from. Emil was given to me to remember a German who had...
Of talking to strangers. While attending night school to obtain my Canadian CPA, a fellow East Indian approached me, “Can you do my tax return?” All I knew of the man was that he was a janitor whom I’d bump into in the washroom. Instead of ignoring him, I impetuously...
Six years ago, I began to write. When strangers asked what I did for a living, I replied “I’m a world-famous author.” None of my books had been sold. I BELIEVED I was a world-famous writer. It would take time for others to catch on. One day, my mother came home early...
It’s Sunday, but there is no rest for the lonely accountant. I have a deadline to prepare a financial statement for Tuesday morning and twenty personal tax returns to complete by June 15 for the self-employed. I wake up at 5 am with all enthusiasm to accomplish and be...
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