A Handful of Dates

The boy was still very young when he first realized what his grandfather was truly like. His day started like any other day, a trip to the mosque to study the Koran, then for a quick swim in the river. He always was with his grandfather, never his father. He enjoyed his grandfather, and looked at him with a great deal of respect. Ever since the boy was young, he thought that it was his grandfather that owned all of the land that he loved so much. However when he came to find out that it once belonged to their neighbor Masood, his thoughts started to change. That afternoon, when Masood came to see if the boys grandfather wanted to come watch the harvesting of the dates. the boy saw another part of his grandfather. Masood did not seem he really wanted his grandfather there. As the dates were being harvested the boy found himself watching Masood, He seemed to have a great look on nature. He did not want to harm the plants all he wanted was to peacefully take the dates. The boy stood there, amazed. There were a few other men there also. They wanted to buy the dates. His grandfather seemed happy to be selling the dates and gaining a profit, but when the boy looked at Masood, he could see the pain in his eyes. This beautiful nature that was here and all it was used for was money. At that moment the boy seemed to have a hatred for his grandfather. He no longer viewed him as a pure, strong, amazing man. Running to the river with these hateful dates in his stomach, he spewed them up into the water.