“I will finish cleaning,” he murmured.
He said nothing more.
But what nobody in that apartment knew was that the old man had spent the previous night reading a letter that could change their lives forever.
And he had already decided what he would do if his youngest son failed one final test.
Three years earlier, nobody would have dared speak to Baba Suleiman that way.
Back then, his name commanded respect throughout the region.
He owned farmland outside the city, a fleet of transport trucks, several rental properties, and a successful building-materials business. He had started with one battered truck and a small loan from a friend. Through years of exhausting work, he had transformed that single truck into an enterprise that supported dozens of families.
People came to him for advice.
Businessmen invited him to important meetings. Village elders asked him to settle disputes. Even relatives who barely remembered his name during his difficult beginnings suddenly called him their beloved father.
