ruffled. It was clear he did not
brush it at all.
“What happened, Farabi? Are you
okay?” asked Flora.
“I’m so shocked, Flora. I don’t
want to talk,” said Farabi.
“But you have to. Any pain or
hurt is like a load in the mind. If you tell or share it
with your parents or friends, it
will be lighter. On the other hand, if you don’t
share it, the load will become
heavier and more painful. So please tell me what’s
wrong,” Flora insisted.
Farabi looked at Flora and said,
“One of my friends Harun is our school football
team leader. Yesterday he just
dropped my name from the coming Interclass
Football Tournament. I wanted to
know why, but he didn’t even talk to me about
it.”
“Don’t be sad, Farabi, and don’t
think seriously
about what your friend Harun did.
... I know a story
about friends. Listen.”
Two friends were walking through
a desert.
After a while they had a quarrel,
and one friend
slapped the other in the face.
The friend who got
slapped was hurt. But without
saying anything he
wrote in the sand.
