u’re going to become a murderer.
—Then pull the trigger yourself. See for yourself how much suicide
hurts.
—My childI’m a Muslim. I’m opposed to suicide.
—Open your mouth. (Silence.) Don’t cry like that. Didn’t it ever cross
your mind that one day you’d have to pay for what you’ve done? Stop cry-
ing or I’ll shoot.
(The voice of the old waiter in the distance.)
—Should I bring your tea to this tablesir?
—Nothank you. I’m about to leave.
—Don’t look at the waiter. Keep reading your death sentence.
—My sonplease forgive me.
—I said read.
—“I am ashamed of all the things I have done. I know I deserve to
die and in the hope that God Almighty will forgive me . . .”
—Keep reading.
—My dear child. Let this old man cry for a few moments. Let me
think about my wife and my daughter one last time.
—Think about the girls whose lives you destroyed. One had a ner-
vous breakdownfour were kicked out of school in their third year. One
committed suicide. The ones who stood trembling outside the doors of
your school all came down with fevers and ended up in bed. Their lives
were ruined.
—I am so very sorrymy deardear child. But what good will it do if
you shoot me and turn yourself into a murderer? Thi [link widoczny dla zalogowanych]yilai:
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