Honestly, I never understood the saying that "fools live happy lives" until I turned eighteen. This overwhelming feeling sometimes makes me wish for death. The older I get, the more I realize that this world cannot contain my thoughts. Yet, the only thing that keeps me clinging to this ridiculous life is my little sister. Being the older brother, I will do everything in my power to make sure she never goes through what I went through. I will be both her father and her mother.
While lost in my thoughts, I heard Professor Ali shouting again:
"Younes… Younes… If you keep zoning out in my class, it's better for you to go home…"
Before he could continue his usual lecture, I left the classroom and headed home. It's not that I hate his class, but I despise him personally. The way he treats me, his looks—they make you feel as if your very existence is a mistake that should never have happened, even though I am smarter than him and the top student in my school.
Yet, social class in this city and my financial situation make me a burden on society. The only reason I attend a prestigious school like this is that the principal wants to advertise his school by exploiting my image as a top student, despite being an orphan, and to collect donations on my back. And of course, this is just the usual hypocrisy of society; no wealthy person would accept a poor person like me being better than their own children. And what I've described is only a fraction of the evils of this world.
"Not all monsters have claws. Do not trust anyone who tries to convince you they are an angel."
This is what my mother told me when I was four years old. I didn't understand the meaning until I got to know this world.
My words might sound strange to you, but don't blame me; the road home is long.