Broken With Betrayal

Chapter Seven : Muhammad Hassan Ali

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Chapter Seven

Muhammad Hassan Ali

I. Do. Not. Want. To. Become. A. Freaking. Stupid. Or. A. Freaking. Non-stupid. Doctor.

Is that really hard to understand? No, right? Then why doesn’t my father understand this simple sentence? It’s not tough, and it’s not written in Chinese or Japanese either. It’s simple and plain English.

My father is one of those people on Earth whom I shall never be able to understand. And I am one of those people on earth my father will never be able to understand. See, we’re so alike! (Note the sarcasm, please). In fact, this is the only perspective we’re alike in, apart from being stubborn and defiant, of course.

Some times I don’t understand grown-ups. That’s quite understandable because the grown-ups usually don’t understand the little-ones. But, the point that is important is the fact that the grown-ups have already spent a large portion of their lives, which, no matter what happens, will never come back. While on the other hand, the little-ones have a whole life laid ahead of them. A  life they have to yet discover and build up. So why don’t the grown-ups just tell them the basics of life, and make them recognize the difference between right and wrong, and then let them choose their own path and their own career? Why do the grown-ups have to force their own unaccomplished goals on their little-ones? After all, it’s not a kid’s fault that his father ended up as an office clerk instead of becoming a doctor, and now his father wants him to become a doctor, although all he wants to become is a photographer.

Cruel, I’ll call it.

And the problem with my father? It’s completely out of question. My father is a successful doctor. He was the son of a wealthy businessman. He wanted to be a doctor, so unlike many teenagers who spend their parents’ money on luxuries, he worked hard and finally had his goal achieved. He got everything he wanted. Success, fame, reputation, wealth, a beautiful wife, another wife (whom he considers beautiful), three adorable and sweet kids, two of whom are very obedient and dutiful. Everything.

What else does he want now? I don’t know.

This is not an uncommon situation. A child has a field of study that he is interested in, but the parent has a totally different goal for him. The child wants to be an artist; his parents want him to go to med-school and become a doctor. The child wants to be a political scientist; his parents want him to be an engineer.

I don’t actually blame the parents. They mean well. They want their children to work in a profession in which they have a good chance of succeeding economically. They feel that the social sciences and arts in general do not offer as much potential for financial success as do engineering, medicine, business, and law. And they are right. However, many young people do not place the same priority on getting a high salary as their parents do. They might be more interested in a lower paying career that matches their interests or that provides spiritual, emotional, psychological, or social rewards, rather than monetary ones.

Why am I talking of such things by the way? Not that my father is going to change his mind. I told you, obstinacy is one thing, and probably the only one, that me and my father share.

“So, you want to take part in this Talent Show?” he asked me for the third time, and I nodded my head, not opening my mouth in case I say something rude. Politeness means a lot in such cases. “What do you want to do?” he asked thoughtfully.