Mohsin's+Memoir

Mohsin Ali Block 2B 2/27/09 __Unrobbed?__ “Come on, Mohsin, it’s time to go.” My mother's hands reaches down to secure me. She was always a little tight on me. I guess its just love. My dad was already in the car, probably pissed at the crazy amount of work he has. No one has ever regretted how much he works, that’s how he got a 7 year vacation from his job to come to America, he has been in his field forever and he is still on the top of the promotion list. “So where are we going, mummy?” I was really curious. Then again, it is all a matter of point of view. You have to ask questions and as a three year old it was all that mattered to me. “A curtain shop, because the old curtains are dirty. You want to help us pick out new curtains right.” Crap. Mom had her “Yea were going to some place real boring and don’t want to leave at home with your Aunt, Uncle, and cousins” voice on. I wanted to scream no but as I grew up I knew just to give in, because when my mom made her mind it wasn’t going to change, just one of her ways of showing her authority. So I just sighed and sat in the car to head for the shop. The dirty streets in Pakistan made no difference to this ride for me, it was hot and boring, so it was probably going to stay that way…. When we finally arrived to this store a starved kitten ran past us and I being physically unsound as a 3 year old in the, I heat began to frown and morn on my being here. Upon entering the air-conditioned cement building my parents headed straight into looking at curtains. I trudged along like a sack of flour or to be said better dead weight. My always preferred the color red over everything that is why she arrived in a red dress and had on red lipstick. That was our key of getting out of here as fast as we could. If the sales man picked up on my mother’s love for red and sold us cheap red curtains very quickly than we could quickly leave, but if this man was retarded and a horrible sales man then I could be stuck here for hours while my parents look around then leave for a different store. I never understood why my parent wanted everything as cheap as we could get it, my mother was carrying 500,000 Rs. with her right now. While trudging along you can’t help but waddle and fiddle around. So I began jittering and roaming around in circles behind by brother and parents. Then they stopped dead in there tracks like a hypnotized pack of animals. I heard some shouting and headed to see what was going on. Shit it was fucking robber. My parents didn’t freak so it calmed me down. I could see my mother praying but all I did was stand there staring at the pistol as the robber stuffed all the money into his bag. The man began to run out the door but turned to face my brother and I. the robber reached into his pocket then pulled out a hankerchief covered it with some liquid then knocked me out. Ok he actually didn’t that’s what my imagination forced me to think. Instead when the man reached into his pocket he took out 20 Rs. which he handed to my brother and me. Then on his way out he shouted “Eid Mubarak”. Eid wasn’t till next week but I didn’t complain money is money. After a few minutes of silence my parents tried helping the store manager but he said he was going to close down for the rest of the day. I strolled out of the shop with a bounce in my step and was so happy to be heading home. It’s tough getting robbed, I know. But damn this was my favorite robbery ever. That might sound a little cold but I was 3. Innocence was on my side. Maybe this robber was why I cling onto my money for so long. He definitely scarred me but I’ve never complained. Rihanna said it real well in //live your life// “got my mind on my money”. We felt bad for taking money to a robber so the best thing we could think of was give it to a beggar. I don’t know how much he appreciated 20 Rs. but any donation is better than nothing. I didn’t like this robber but who was I to judge, anything. Then again money in this world is power. Like Potential energy, knowledge is a waste, because we live in society we have to have kinetic energy. All I can do when hearing this story is laugh. But it isn’t funny. Just point of view I guess.

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