This morning, Malik was getting ready to work after getting a call to teach math at a private high school in the next sub-district. For a month now, Malik has been gardening with his mother. In the afternoons, he helps his father teach the Quran to the neighborhood children.
Aiman was also ready to go, but he taught at the junior high school in this village only.
“Be careful on the road, Mal. Keep your etiquette and politeness for the interview,” Aminah said.
“Yes, Ma’am.” Malik nodded.
“The principal is a friend of mine from high school. Hopefully, he will accept you well,” Aiman said before sending Malik off.
Malik nodded.
“God willing, they’ll be nice, Dad. Pray for me,” Malik said goodbye and set off on his motorcycle.
The eighteen kilometers Malik traveled might have been a lit
