Extract :
“Hey guys, this is perfect! You know I’ve been
thinking of something for a while, and it has come all
together at this very moment. I have an idea…” Zhan
started as usual.
“No, father, no!”
“Zhan, you should apply for majors in priesthood next
year. You will pass with straight A pluses.”
“No, not priesthood—he should go into politics.”
Everyone commented and started groaning and moaning,
as if Zhan was about to torture them. This was not the
first time they acted this way when Zhan suggested an
idea. It had kind of become a routine, where everyone
pretended to push back on Zhan and his ideas but
secretly waited for him to share what he had in mind.
Zhan kept quiet and just looked at their faces. He
knew that everyone was curious to hear what he had in
mind but did not openly admit it.
“If you guys are done with your stupid routine of
feigning, I’ll go on…” He waited for a few seconds
before continuing, “Can anyone tell me what’s the most
difficult thing to do?”
“Getting laid,” Raul chuckled, and everyone joined
in.
“It may be for you man, but not for me,” Zhan laughed
as he spoke.
They all pitched in their opinions on what they
thought was most difficult from their perspective. Zhan
noticed that Uzma was silent all this time and looked at
her, as if encouraging her to speak up.
“The most difficult thing to do is to speak the truth
and listen to the truth about oneself,” Uzma said in a
loud enough voice to make sure that everyone heard.
