Random

Farouk and I walked around Kota Raya. It was quite congested. We were looking for someone. A mother. Of a student.

Any idea where she will be Farouk?

          Random Miss, random.

           What does she do, Farouk?

            She sells lemongrass.

            Oh! How much can she sell that for?

            Random Miss, random.

            Can she make money by selling lemongrass? It's quite cheap. She probably needs to sell many per     day?

            Everything is random Miss, random.

             I don't understand Farouk. Why do you keep saying that?

             Our life is like that. One day we sell stuff here. Another day we sell stuff elsewhere. We cannot work in one place. The Municipal Council chases us, the Immigration officers are after us, even the police. Everything is random.

              Some months we stay in one place, some other months we stay elsewhere. Sometimes we don't have a place to stay. When we sleep in the streets, they are after us too. So, even that is random, where we stay! Food we eat, also random!

              Nothing is for good Miss! Everything is random! That's why I want to study good. Go to the university and change this random.

               I just stood speechless, not able to swallow as a big bubble of pain blocked my airline. For now I could only emphasize that I exist for him and the others. Promise my service for them.