**”Bismillahir rahmaanir raheem”
-in the name of Allah, The Most Gracious, The Most Merciful-**
Abdullah was so hurt at what he heard. No he wasn’t hurt. He was disgusted. No actually he felt sorry for these kids. Sorry that they were brought up in this manner, to talk like that about other people at such a tender age? These very kids were going to be the future generation. The future adults and leaders.Is this what they are going to be like as adults? Is this the very thing that they are going to teach their kids and their kids kids?
Obviously the parents of these kids discuss other peoples lives as if their lives are perfect and as if they have it all.
And obviously the parents of these kids discuss these things right infront of their innocent children, not realising the outcome of their actions.
Abdullah could have simply jumped out of the car and reprimanded them for their outrageous remarks. But ofcourse he knew better than that.
Reprimand them today and they’ll run straight home to complain to their brainless parents and then they’ll all pitch up at his front door ready to fight and justify their actions.
Abdullah wasn’t afraid of them fighting with him, but he just couldn’t allow hanzalah to be picked on any more than he already was.
He drove off to work with habeeba and continued his day but what happened that morning couldn’t leave his mind for even a moment.
How long had hanzalah been bullied and mocked just because he came from another country?
You know what’s the funniest part of it all..?. That we’re treated as less of a human being because of where we come from. Like we choose to come from a certain place.
but let a child from the states, london or even saudi start attending the school and automatically they will be given a different preference. They will be held up high because of where they come from.
Pakistani and indian kids are mocked at and treated as less of human beings, along with malawian or zimbabwaen kids simply because of their colour or place of origin.
But let there be a world cup held in pakistan for example and then everyone is ‘proud’ to have gone to pakistan for the world cup.
Honestly, our priorities in life are so messed up, its scary.
There was no point complaining to the school either. What could they do when they were none the better themselves.
But there was no way that abdullah was going to allow his son to be a laughing stock anymore. Especially because he now knew what he was going through.
His love and admiration for his son grew even more now knowing that he bared it all with patience and never came home to complain.
Abdullah was brought out of his reverie when a customer walked into the shop.
He walked over and greeted with a smiling face.. “Hello sir… Can I help with something?”
Abdullah spent the next hour helping the customer with whatever he needed. He tallied up the amount and found that this man was so warm and wonderful.
In this hour this very stranger who wasn’t even a muslim spoke to abdullah as if he was a human being. He didn’t ask where he originally was from and even though abdullahs accent made it clear that he was a foreigner, he didn’t judge him. He was such a friendly person and spoke non-stop about his life and what he did and about his kids.
What caught abdullahs attention was when he spoke about his kids education. He had one daughter and one son who both attended private and seperate schools.
Abdullah was very interested and had a great idea….. Now all he needed to do was speak to hanzalah about it.
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