April 23rd, 2021 / 03:58 PM
The teacher from whom I earned my only physical punishment used to teach us the English language. The sexagenarian was not in a good mood on that day. Yet, to this day an advice of his shines like a beacon. As a kid whose family lived near a canal, his mother had instructed him to be home before dark. One evening a friend of his wanted to jump one more time in the river before heading home saying, “I want to jump one last time.” His words came true when he did not come up ever again. The teacher used to tell us to chose our words carefully as nobody knows when their words come true.
(In memory of Sir Anwar Shafiq.)