“my father，“ i whispered.
“my father's dead，“ he said quite simply.
i did not know what to say. the gate was closed， letting out a pitiable screech. some of the children burst into tears. the bell rang. a lady came along， followed by a group of men. the men began sorting us into ranks. we were formed into an intricate patte in the great courtyard surrounded on three sides by high buildings of several floors; from each floor we were overlooked by a long balcony roofed in wood.
“this is your new home，“ said the woman.“here too there are mothers and fathers. here there is everything that is enjoyable and beneficial to knowledge and religion. dry your tears and face life joyfully.“
we submitted to the facts， and this submission brought a sort of contentment living beings were drawn to other living beings， and from the first moments my heart made friends with such boys as were to be my friends and fell in love with such girls， as i was to be in love with， so that it seemed my
misgivings had had no basis. i had never imagined school would have this rich variety. we played all sorts of different games: swings， the vaulting horse， ball games. in the music room we chanted our first songs. we also had our first introduction to language. we saw a globe of the earth， which revolved and showed the various continents and countries. we started leaing the numbers. the story of the creator of the universe was read to us， we were told of his present world and of his hereafter， and we heard examples of what he said. we ate delicious food， took a little nap， and woke up to go on with friendship and love， play and leaing.
as our path revealed itself to us， however， we did not find it as totally sweet and unclouded as we had presumed. dust-laden winds and unexpected accidents came about suddenly， so we had to be watchful， at the ready， and very patient. it was not all a matter of playing and fooling around. rivalries could bring about pain and hatred or give rise to fighting. and while the lady would sometimes smile， she would often scowl and scold. even more frequently she would resort to physical punishment.
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in addition， the time for changing one's mind was over and gone and there was no question of ever retuing to the paradise of home. nothing lay ahead of us but exertion， struggle， and perseverance. those who were able took advantage of the opportunities for success and happiness that presented themselves amid the worries.
the bell rang announcing the passing of the day and the end of work. the throngs of children rushed toward the gate， which was opened again. i bade farewell to friends and sweethearts and passed through the gate. i peered around but found no trace of my father， who had promised to be there. i stepped aside to wait. when i had waited for a long time without avail， i decided to retu home on my own. after i had taken a few steps， a middle-aged man passed by， and i realized at once that i knew him. he came toward me， smiling， and shook me by the hand， saying，“it's a long time since we last met— how are you?“
with a nod of my head， i agreed with him and in tu asked，“and you， how are you?““as you can see， not all that good， the almighty be praised!“
again he shook me by the hand and went off. i proceeded a few steps， then came to a startled halt. good lord! where was the street lined with gardens? where had it disappeared to? when did all these vehicles invade it? and when did all these hordes of humanity e to rest upon its surface? how did these hills of refuse e to cover its sides? and where were the fields that bordered it? high buildings had taken over， the street surged with children， and disturbing noises shook the air. at various points stood conjurers showing off their tricks and making snakes appear from baskets. then there was a band announcing the opening of a circus， with clowns and weight lifters walking in front. a line of trucks carrying central security troops crawled majestically by. the siren of a fire engine shrieked， and it was not clear how the vehicle would cleave its way to reach the blazing fire. a battle raged between a 'taxi driver and his passenger， while the passenger's wife called out for help and no one answered. good god! i was in a daze. my head spun. i almost went crazy. how could all this have happened in half a day， between early moing and sunset? i would find the answer at home with my father. but where was my home? i could see only tall buildings and hordes of people. i hastened on to the crossroads between the burdens and abu khoda. i had to cross abu khoda to reach my house， but the stream of cars would not let up. the fire engine's siren was shrieking at full pitch as it moved at a snail’s pace， and i said to myself，“let the fire take its pleasure in what it consumes.” extremely irritated， i wondered when i would be able to cross. i stood there a long time， until the young lad employed at the ironing shop on the coer came up to me. he stretched out his arm and said gallantly，“grandpa， let me take you across.“