I've known 2 Muhammads in my lifetime.
One guy I met at Steel gym in Manhattan many years ago, well before it was permanently closed. No one called him Muhammad, he went by "Big Moe" "Moe Ham" and "Mad Moe". I have no idea where Muhammad from Steel Gym is today, but he was a nice gentleman that had a penchant for cute Indian women. He wasn't strange in any way that would make him an outcast of any sort. He did sell steroids, as many of the gym rats that frequented that establishment did.
The other Muhammad I knew was a Yellow Cab Driver that I would utilize practically every Sunday morning back around 2002-2006 when traveling to my favorite diner on the weekends past midnight. Muhammad would always park around the intersection between Hudson St & West Broadway between the hours of 2am-3am prior to the end of his shift. See, NYC yellow cabs would do a change of shift around 3am in the morning, so most of those guys would start to drive towards the yard where they would drop off/pickup their cabby at least 30-45 minutes prior to change of shift, effectively ending Muhammad's shift by around 2:15am. I had an old habit of eating diner food around the wee hours of the early morning, as Waverly Diner (my favorite diner at that time) was open 24hrs/day. In light of this, I would catch Muhammad around 2am, he would drop me off at the Waverly diner in no more than 10 minutes and then he would drive off to Queens to hand over the car and end his shift. Muhammad was a Pakistani guy in his early 40's and his car reeked of Halal farts. He would always tell me about how back in his country he was a doctor and now was forced to work as a cab driver, because of American politics. He had a wife and 4 kids back in Pakistan and would send them money. Muhammad had no qualms with simultaneously speaking with me and vigorously picking his nose. Shortly after finding a sizable amount of mucus, he would ball the content up into a booger and would dispose of it from the driver's side window. On occasion, if being daringly ambitious, shortly after rolling a booger in between his right index finger & thumb, he would create a makeshift catapult by using both fingers and flick the booger out towards the front passenger side window, most often times successfully exiting the car, but other times falling into that deep crevice between door and seat. This activity made me wonder about his overall personal hygiene, but it didn't make me like him any less as a human being. Oh, before I forget, Muhammad would also always wear sandals regardless of temperature. I practically utilized Muhammad for these one-way cab rides for 4-5 years, before I decided that I no longer cared to eat Waverly Diner's delicious Cheeseburger Deluxe with a side of french fries deep into the Sunday early morning hours. There's no telling what ever happened to that Muhammad, but one thing is for sure, he was a filthy human being.
Those are my experiences with men by the name of Muhammad. I hope others have similar good experiences to share as well.
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