Ahmad walked forward, still dazed, staring at the picture before him — the picture he had hung on the wall four years ago, so that he might see it whenever he woke or went to sleep. He drew nearer, and could read the number clearly. "2338." Yes, it was true. "2338" days Gandhi had spent in prisons. Was that a little? — How beautiful it is for a man to suffer for the happiness of others — Ahmad's lips parted in a smile of contentment; he laid the keys with all deliberateness on the table, put out the light, and slept.

•

"Come in." Ahmad opened the door of the room and entered. The principal raised his head and said: — "Oh — Ahmad? Welcome, welcome; come in and sit down." — "I do not wish to trouble you, sir; I have only come to return the trust to you. Here it is." And with a trembling hand he laid the black keys on the desk before the principal. — "Ahmad — listen, my son. You know very well that I have no children. And I thank God in any case. But you may not know that you... I mean that you were the noblest and finest student I have seen in my life. I always watched over you, and kept a wakeful eye on you. I hoped that in the future you would become a great man — for you are great by nature. I hoped that after some years I would be able to boast and say: this is the student — or rather, this is... my

son whom I raised. And... the thing I wish to tell you is that that hope is still in my soul.

There is no need for us to men-tion what happened yesterday. I know you did not throw the ball. But... listen, Ahmad.

It is very beautiful for a man to rise high in his thinking, and more beautiful still that he turn his thinking toward others before turning it toward himself. But life, however wide its reaches, those reaches have limits, Ahmad.

Ahmad, I want you to be a shining lamp, lighting the way for others. But I want you to

remember always and always: if you raise the heat beyond its bound, there is no doubt the lamp will burst one day.

And now, please remember, on your way home after lessons are over, to buy a new glass for your lamp whose glass was shattered yesterday. And I do not believe I shall ever, any day, find anyone more fit than you to keep this trust. Go along — and do not forget, before you go into class, to open the library room; some of the teachers may be needing it."

Bayan Nowayhed Ramallah — Jordan

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