23 February 2006CE | 23 Muharram 1427AH
“A book is a garden, an orchard, a storehouse, a party, a company by the way, a counselor, a multitude of counselors.”
- Henry Ward Beecher
Here is a conversation that warmed my heart. Gave me a good chuckle, it did! It took place between Ms M and her grandmother. They had gone to visit a friend who lived at my old neighbourhood and since it was quite a distance away, my mum decided to take a taxi home. She decided to tease Ms M a little…
Jiddah (pretending to grumble): Hmph… you know it’s all because of you that I have to spend so much money today.
Ms M: How come?
Jiddah: Well you see, normally I would take a bus or train, but you said you were tired so here we are in the taxi. It’s a lot more expensive by cab you know.
Ms M (somewhat apologetically): Yes, I know.
Jiddah: Didn’t Aunty give you a prezzie just now? She gave you $10, didn’t she?
Ms M: Yes… (long pause) … oh! Do you mean *I* have to pay the taxi fare?
Jiddah: And why not?
Ms M: But Jiddah… I HAVE to save my money…
Jiddah: Whatever for?
Ms M: I HAVE to save so I can buy BOOKS for MY CHILDREN!
