Be grateful, son. God has a better thing in stock for you.

Alireza Zare
5 min readAug 2, 2021

I was utterly pissed off. I had lost the opportunity to study at one of the best schools in the city, one that everyone dreamed of, simply because I had missed the entrance exam. I locked myself up in my bedroom, crying, punching the wall and cursing my bad luck all the time. I sure did not want to see anyone.

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I was a top student at school. My parents and teachers were proud of me. Now, I had blown a golden chance. I avoided seeing my family and siblings, except for the food they left at the door. Two days passed when I was woken up by some knocks at the door. ‘Go away.’ I said. ‘Open up. I’m here to see you.’ I heard in response.

I recognized the voice. It was my grandfather’s. I was sure my mom had called him, knowing he would be the only person who could persuade me to come out of my bedroom. I jumped out of the bed, took a look at myself in the mirror and tried to pull myself a little bit together. I looked awful, but I could not keep him waiting at the door.

The moment I opened the door, I jumped into his arms and burst into tears. He kept quiet and patted me on the back. Once I calmed down a little, my grandfather asked me to take a shower, eat something and get dressed for an evening walk. He did not say anything else. In an hour or so, I was ready to join my grandfather, waiting for me in the yard.

We were out on the walking trail, where we would often go. That’s how he started:

Once upon a time, there was a king in Ancient Persia. Like other kings, he had a royal minister. The minister was a wise experienced man. He was faithful to his master and was loved by the royal family, particularly the king.

The king loved melon. When the season came, he ate melon every day. He always had melon with his loyal minister, and they often talked and laughed, enjoying each other’s company. The king would cut the first slice for the minister and the next one for himself. They ate with joy and this happened almost every day until the season ended.

One day, the king invited his minister for another ‘Melon Party’, as they would call it. As always, he cut the minister the first slice and the next for himself. The minister started eating, with his eyes closed as if he was enjoying the…

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