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“Take it back… I don’t want to see this and your face”…

Ameer shouted at the poor maid, who tried to make him happy with new recipes. But Ameer didn't 

like.

What happened my son?? Ameer’s mother entered in the dining room and asked.

"Mom… you know I can’t eat eggs every day, even after that u asked Ramla to make me an 

omelet!! When people in this house will understand? It would be better if I was born in some other 

and better family. At least they would feed me better food."

He left the dining room, and shut the room door so hard that Ramla thought that the door would 

come out of its fixtures…

Ameer was the only son of Mr. Ahsan and Mrs. Xamira Ahsan.   After having three children, who 

were born and died with complications… Ameer was the only one who could survive. Mr. Ahsan, who 

was one of the well-known business tycoons in the country, had given him whatever Ameer ever 

asked for…. 

But… it was not only father’s love that spoiled him…

Mr. Ahsan’s father… Mr. Sultan had given him the name Ameer, which means a Prince. 

Mrs. Xamira Ahsan, came from a 

family of scholars, she, herself was 

offered to come to different seminars, 

from renowned academies to honor the 

new graduates. She was religious, yet 

modern in every way. 

Mr. Ahsan had given her a good life, 

and after Ameer was born, she held her 

position in house much stronger. she 

often told Ameer to be thankful to Lord 

for whatever they have.

But due to fact the couple being so 

rich, they had a huge social circle that 

used to make them leave Ameer alone 

at home, and either attend or host 

parties. Ameer had only seen them 

from his room's window.

When Ameer grew up, he started 

calling his friends too. 

Mr. Ahsan used to spend so much that 

was not even necessary. Now Ameer, 

at the age of 14, wanted his own 

sports car and drive it, without 

license. it was his dream to become a 

car racer. Which his father, didn’t 

accept at first place. He had kept a 

condition, that he would buy him a 

black Nissan GTR, with carbon fiber 

finish, deep red leather, hand stitched 

interior and xenon lights, either if he 

let Siddique drive it or keep the car in 

the garage until he get the driver's 

license.

But Ameer wanted to have a cool ride, 

which he could take to the school, feel 

the speed and enjoy the sound, which 

according to him was a sound like a 

roar of lion. 

Now days Mr. Ahsan was busy with 

some of his trips and couldn't talk to 

Ameer about it.

Ameer was so stubborn that he decided not to eat anything at home. So he threw the omelet and 

shouted at poor Ramla.

Ramla was the only maid who was allowed to serve, cook for Ameer and enter in his room. She has 

been very patient with Ameer and his choice of meals. Ameer used to eat the food only what Ramla 

cooked. He loved her food most of the times, but the day he wouldn't like, he would go out and eat. 

Ramla was sent to a number of cooking classes, to improve and learn how to cook continental 

dishes too. Rest of the servants were not even allowed to talk or look at him. Except for Ramla’s 

husband named, Siddique. 

“Tell Siddique to take me out” ... Ameer again ordered Ramla… Ramla was still in shock, and her 

hands were shivering, staring and thinking what she should do first… listen to Mrs. Xamira who 

ordered her to clean up the mess before her friends arrive or call Siddique.

“What are you looking at?”… “Ramla can’t you hear me”… Ameer shouted.

"yes sir I do"… Ramla replied

Today Ramla seemed sad, but Ameer didn't care, nor other people in the house.

Siddique was not only a driver, but 

also he was the only person who used 

to listen to Ameer. Ameer’s whole 

day’s story, what Ameer thinks, what 

Ameer wants in life, what Ameer 

wants to become, how he wants Mr. 

Ahsan and Mrs. Xamira to be with 

him, how many siblings he wants and 

other secrets of his life. He used to 

call him with his name, “SIDDIQUE” 

which means a friend. Siddique also 

used to tell him his childhood stories 

and Ameer used to listen to it with 

keen interest.

"take me to cafe"... Ameer said in a 

firm voice

"yes sir..." Siddique said.

But when Ameer sat in the car and he 

felt the same nervousness in his voice 

too.

Ameer didn't take much notice, he just 

wanted have his favorite bacon, with 

grilled halloumi cheese, grilled 

tomatoes, spinach topped with cream 

and butter. Also his cup of hot 

chocolate with loads of froth on top of 

it.

“Do you want to eat?” Ameer asked 

Siddique while rushing to get out of 

the car… 

“No sir “… Siddique replied.

It was an amazing cafe, with wooden interior, warm lights, light music and smell… not of anything 

but freshly baked muffins ordered on the table, just beside him. IPads with updated magazines, 

newspapers and WI-FI. Ameer placed his order, gave 1000 bucks in the waiter’s hand and winked. 

So that he could make it super-fast for him.

The breakfast was served. Ameer had all what he wanted, he felt good… but still dreaming for his 

new GTR… 

“No way Siddique will drive it??!!” he told himself.

On the way to home Ameer asked Siddique about his first car he drove? Siddique replied it with a 

name, which Ameer had never heard of….

Siddique saw Ameer’s confused face and said…. “It was a small car”…   Siddique said.

“Was it your dream car?”…. Ameer still had confusion about the name.

“Sir… we cannot afford to dream about a car”…. Siddique smiled. 

“Why you can’t dream Siddique? It’s for free”… Ameer smiled a bit 

"We were poor sir,   that my father 

didn't have new pair of slippers, he 

used to mend by himself, and his 

clothes had patches of different 

materials... I was the only child, he 

sent me to school. Never used to eat 

the day we had enough food for one 

person. My father and mother used to 

sleep in the afternoon, and at night we 

used to eat with the lamp off, and 

they used to make sounds like they are 

chewing the food".Siddique had tears in 

his eyes, for the first time, Ameer 

saw him so sad. 

"My father used to tell me stories and 

encouraged me to have dreams, he told 

me, dreams come true… but now today 

I don’t believe him. My dream was to 

be with him, take care of him… but 

he is now in the hospital… may be 

taking his last breaths. He seems 

lifeless."

Ameer stayed quite. Suddenly Ameer 

realized that they reached the entrance 

gate. Ameer told Siddique not to enter, 

and take him for a drive. 

Ameer knew that Siddique was poor, 

but the way he saw Siddique, it made 

him disturbed.

"Is he going to die? "Ameer asked.

"Dr.’s say so… if we couldn't’t get 

enough money to put him on ventilator 

and start his treatment… he may… " 

Siddique got silent.

“So why don’t you pay them and ease 

yourself. He won’t die and your life 

will be easy. “Ameer asked.

“Where I will bring the money from?” Siddique said.

“Ask my Dad…. “Ameer said

“Sir, we work, we don’t beg”…   Siddique said.

“I can ask him and he will give me as much as I want..., we don’t have to tell him anything”… 

Ameer gave an idea. 

“No sir, I have never asked for favor from a mankind and will never ask…   Me and my wife work 

hard and never asked for money from anyone” Siddique said

“Please don’t intend to do anything that will hurt my ego.” Siddique warned.

“Hmm… let’s go and see your father”… Ameer made some change in plans.

Now? Siddique surprisingly asked. 

“Yes now… it’s my order?” Ameer looked at him and smiled 

Siddique didn’t say anything and drove towards the hospital.

They went to the hospital, it was a 

government hospital, and he saw people 

in a condition of   which he never 

imagined.   Ameer thought he should 

have stayed in the car.

“General ward, second floor”…. 

Siddique told the lift man.

Siddique seemed very upset, so Ameer 

told Siddique that he would wait for 

him outside and left from the lift.

Ameer luckily found a bench, just 

beside a neem tree to sit. Suddenly a 

boy, aged 2 yrs. or less came and stood 

behind him, Ameer didn’t bother to 

look at the boy and continued playing 

his game on his new iPhone. Just a 

couple of seconds later he felt some 

liquid near his shoes. He saw the kid 

urinated just behind his bench, under 

that tree. Ameer could see his shoe 

suede shoes getting wet and smelly. 

Ameer got shocked, got up from that 

bench, but couldn't react, the way he 

used to.people around him started to 

laugh... the kid's mother came and 

apologized.

He never thought that would happen 

ever in his life, and didn’t know how 

to react at that point. He didn’t know 

where to go, so he wiped his shoes on 

the mat, placed outside the entrance 

door of the hospital, and tried to look 

for Siddique on the second floor.

Ameer saw Siddique sitting near a bed 

and whispering something in an old 

man's ear, who was sleeping with 

mouth open,barely breathing and with 

the oxygen mask on. The nurse saw 

Siddique and asked him to take his 

father somewhere else. The hospital 

wouldn't take responsibility of the 

person who is unattended and dying. But 

before he leave, he had to pay all the 

bills. And the rest of the details he 

would get from administration 

office.

Siddique seemed so helpless. Siddique 

told the nurse he would come in 

sometime.

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