“What do you want to be, when you grow up?” Dadi Jan asked me, tapping away at her keyboard. (She loves to read, research and write stuff).
“Uh! … rich!” I answered casually focusing on my video game.
“Oh! Just like that politician, who looted all the country’s wealth and invested in Europe? Or like that movie star, who has millions of fans but doesn’t care too much about what Allah (swt) thinks of him?”
“Dadi! Now you are going to extremes! Of course, not! I don’t want to be like either of them.”
Dadi dramatically heaved a sigh of relief and closed her laptop turning to me. That meant trouble. I tried to look more occupied with my game.
“You know, we do have to pay a price for becoming rich.” Dadi sat down next to me trying to follow my game.
“Uhuh!” I just nodded.
“Did you know that Abdul Sattar Edhi travelled through Iran, Turkey, Greece, Bulgaria, Yugoslavia and many other countries of Europe to become rich? Dadi suddenly asked.
“Really?” I stopped gaming and turned to Dadi.
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