...the first years...

Somewhere in Gidi...precisely on the Island...24th December, 1986, a bouncing baby boy was born. She kept looking into his eyes...and all she could do was smile. Seven days later he was named....a unique name it was, nobody had ever heard it or even heard of it, everyone guessed wrong. His dad rose up and declared him the protected....and Maknun was born. Four years later...on a cloudy Monday morning...confused about what was happening...he was bundled into the car, with a lunch box and a bag strapped to his back. And suddenly, that was his first day at school. The surroundings looked different, wondering why children of his age were crying, he quietly brought out his lunchbox and finished whatever was in it that was edible. At the close of the day, his mom came, not surprised at what she saw, she picked him up and together they drove home - the lunchbox was missing.