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I should recall that I didn’t plan any of this. I planned one thing, but what was destined for me was something else entirely.

Anyone else would have pursued a graduate career, but I ended up taking any job I could get.

A freelance job here, another there. Travelling from Ealing to Green Lane daily to man an internet café. Then Ealing to Mayfair to manage a café on Dover Street.

Then, finally, to Marylebone Road to stick labels on patient record envelopes. That was my foot in the door. The start of something resembling career progression.

Such a circuitous route to get to where someone who left school at sixteen could have got in less time.

But alhamdulilah, we now have stability. I collect a decent wage. The work is fulfilling. I have a job I can do to the best of my ability. And a wife who stood by me through all the years of difficulty.

Alhamdulilah for the journey here. It’s good to remember the road.