Fucking little arseholes shouting
screaming throwing sandals
fighting with feet and pointed fingers
Wallah
Break it up
Muhammad here NOW
Amad OUT GO
wallah habibe
Why are you fighting?
no response
bell sounds
other students leave
no time to set homework
Why, are you fighting?
silence
sideways glance
irritation starting to perforate
fury
"Wallah teacher why you keep me here? Mushkala teacher!"
Eyes lock into spitting rage
lean in flex shoulders
Why are YOU fighting?
I know he is a good student
Tsssk
Kiss of lips and click of toungue
looks away then at the floor
silence
few minutes more
"My father"
mutters chin on chest
I touch his shoulder
shrugs, shakes
grimaces
I hold firm
looks up
our eyes meet
quietly I reply
"I understand"
anger irritates defiance
hold firm
clamp enough for control
not to scold
slowly pained lines retreat
and sorrow washes over
He looks down one last time
"I understand"
Grip lessens on shoulder
release
lower head to his level
bend knees
eyes clean
"You, are not, your father, Muhammad"
....
..
.
"You are NOT your father"
...
..
.
nods
Sniffs
Shuffles feet
Speaks
"hamdallah"
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