Future (I)
Being young means that your life can be totally dependent on the adult surrounding you. Being an adult, especially for those who are parents, means that you have the responsibility to plan for or safeguard the young's future. However, who knows what's right and what's wrong?
In South America,
The nine-year-old Jamil checked his little luggage for the final time. He made sure that he had taken the family photo with him. His mother watched him silently, she did not want her son to leave him. He might leave her someday, but not at that age. How could a nine-year-old take care of himself and at the same time, undergo the hardest training ever known. When Jamil looked at the family photo for the one last time, she silently shed a tear. Jamil's father approached her, "The officer has come." he said. He, too, was sad, but he knew he was doing the right thing. Jamil had a very special ability, he could predict or even see the future. According to the media of the federation government, the human beings with this kind of ability were the 'newtypes'. They were the result of a recent evolution in human race. The main characteristic of these people is to accurately predict the future and have an ability which, by then was not fully understood, to control machines telepathically. How these 'newtypes' arose was still a mystery, but one thing was certain, the children of ordinary parents could be newtypes. That's why the Federation Government went to even the most remote places to search for newtypes.
Jamil took one last look at his room. This is the very room he spent his past nine years, or at least six years (because he couldn't remember anything before he was three) playing and daydreaming. He was then going to leave this very familiar place, without his parents and had a very important job. Actually, he did not really understand what would happen to him. He remembered well how his father told him the news.
"Jamil, You often see things that you don't understand, right? Now, good lad, me and your mama don't believe in what you said is just because we can't see them."
A pause.
"You are a special boy, Jamil. You can do something that ordinary people can't do. Do you know what I mean? Yes, you can do something that is difficult for us but is easy for you. We think that you can do better than what you've done if … But…" His coarse voice and his gaze suddenly softened and if Jamil understood, these were the expression of sadness.
"Since we don't have this ability, me and mama don't know how to teach you. So, in order for you to have a brighter future, we will send you to the people who know your ability better than us. Now, Jamil, you have to learn well and be a useful person. We want you to make contributions to the world. Do you understand what I've just said?"
Jamil had to admit that he did not really understand, but fearing his father would scold him, he nodded. Jamil really wanted his parents to come with him, but his parents said that they couldn't come because the school was not for them. So, Jamil had to learn to be independent and lived without his parents. He might have some new friends, actually he knew that he was going to have some new friends. Then, a car was waiting for him and would take him to his new 'school', what would the day be like? He did not know.
Jamil's parents helped Jamil to take his luggage and helped him to get on the van. A middle-aged, rather important- looking officer examined Jamil and checked his personal particulars. His eyes were sharp and immediately Jamil thought of the people he saw in his dream. They all wore uniform and have very sharp eyes, like an eagle. These were the soldiers of the Federation Army. They have heard that a child in the remote village in central South America has special instinct resembling that of a newtype. After thorough investigation, they considered that Jamil was one of the potential candidate of their most- wanted newtypes. They would send Jamil to a research centre for further investigation. If he was really a newtype, he would be sent to the Academy to learn the things he should know. The officer took a good look at the boy with brown hair. He was tall to his age and he has dark skin. He was not really special in appearance because he was neither strong nor clever-looking. 'Well, this is one of the boys we are going to rely on.' he thought in an amused way.
"Be a good boy, remember, Jamil." His mother said in a soft voice. Her eyes has really reddened. "We are going to miss you. Do write letters back." She embraced him one last time. Gently stroking his hair, Jamil's father said, "Jamil, remember to concentrate on your studies. When you learn the things you ought to learn, you can help others in need. Young lad…" He wanted to say something more but the words just stuck in his throat, so he handed Jamil and his little luggage to the officer. As courtesy, the officer said, "Thank you, Mr and Mrs Neate, for letting your son to come. I am sure you will be proud of him in the future. He will be among the people who are going to start a new era. We'll let you know about his things in a regular interval." So, the officer took young Jamil's hand and helped him into the van.
The eyes of Mr and Mrs Neate were fixed on the van, which getting smaller and smaller as it went along the road. If Jamil was not looking back to his parents, it was just because he was way too nervous for his new adventure. But he was sure to regret this, because it was the last time he could ever saw his homeland as it was and his parents alive. He was then concentrate on the officer sitting beside him and the journey before him.
Being young means that your life can be totally dependent on the adult surrounding you. Being an adult, especially for those who are parents, means that you have the responsibility to plan for or safeguard the young's future. However, who knows what's right and what's wrong?
In South America,
The nine-year-old Jamil checked his little luggage for the final time. He made sure that he had taken the family photo with him. His mother watched him silently, she did not want her son to leave him. He might leave her someday, but not at that age. How could a nine-year-old take care of himself and at the same time, undergo the hardest training ever known. When Jamil looked at the family photo for the one last time, she silently shed a tear. Jamil's father approached her, "The officer has come." he said. He, too, was sad, but he knew he was doing the right thing. Jamil had a very special ability, he could predict or even see the future. According to the media of the federation government, the human beings with this kind of ability were the 'newtypes'. They were the result of a recent evolution in human race. The main characteristic of these people is to accurately predict the future and have an ability which, by then was not fully understood, to control machines telepathically. How these 'newtypes' arose was still a mystery, but one thing was certain, the children of ordinary parents could be newtypes. That's why the Federation Government went to even the most remote places to search for newtypes.
Jamil took one last look at his room. This is the very room he spent his past nine years, or at least six years (because he couldn't remember anything before he was three) playing and daydreaming. He was then going to leave this very familiar place, without his parents and had a very important job. Actually, he did not really understand what would happen to him. He remembered well how his father told him the news.
"Jamil, You often see things that you don't understand, right? Now, good lad, me and your mama don't believe in what you said is just because we can't see them."
A pause.
"You are a special boy, Jamil. You can do something that ordinary people can't do. Do you know what I mean? Yes, you can do something that is difficult for us but is easy for you. We think that you can do better than what you've done if … But…" His coarse voice and his gaze suddenly softened and if Jamil understood, these were the expression of sadness.
"Since we don't have this ability, me and mama don't know how to teach you. So, in order for you to have a brighter future, we will send you to the people who know your ability better than us. Now, Jamil, you have to learn well and be a useful person. We want you to make contributions to the world. Do you understand what I've just said?"
Jamil had to admit that he did not really understand, but fearing his father would scold him, he nodded. Jamil really wanted his parents to come with him, but his parents said that they couldn't come because the school was not for them. So, Jamil had to learn to be independent and lived without his parents. He might have some new friends, actually he knew that he was going to have some new friends. Then, a car was waiting for him and would take him to his new 'school', what would the day be like? He did not know.
Jamil's parents helped Jamil to take his luggage and helped him to get on the van. A middle-aged, rather important- looking officer examined Jamil and checked his personal particulars. His eyes were sharp and immediately Jamil thought of the people he saw in his dream. They all wore uniform and have very sharp eyes, like an eagle. These were the soldiers of the Federation Army. They have heard that a child in the remote village in central South America has special instinct resembling that of a newtype. After thorough investigation, they considered that Jamil was one of the potential candidate of their most- wanted newtypes. They would send Jamil to a research centre for further investigation. If he was really a newtype, he would be sent to the Academy to learn the things he should know. The officer took a good look at the boy with brown hair. He was tall to his age and he has dark skin. He was not really special in appearance because he was neither strong nor clever-looking. 'Well, this is one of the boys we are going to rely on.' he thought in an amused way.
"Be a good boy, remember, Jamil." His mother said in a soft voice. Her eyes has really reddened. "We are going to miss you. Do write letters back." She embraced him one last time. Gently stroking his hair, Jamil's father said, "Jamil, remember to concentrate on your studies. When you learn the things you ought to learn, you can help others in need. Young lad…" He wanted to say something more but the words just stuck in his throat, so he handed Jamil and his little luggage to the officer. As courtesy, the officer said, "Thank you, Mr and Mrs Neate, for letting your son to come. I am sure you will be proud of him in the future. He will be among the people who are going to start a new era. We'll let you know about his things in a regular interval." So, the officer took young Jamil's hand and helped him into the van.
The eyes of Mr and Mrs Neate were fixed on the van, which getting smaller and smaller as it went along the road. If Jamil was not looking back to his parents, it was just because he was way too nervous for his new adventure. But he was sure to regret this, because it was the last time he could ever saw his homeland as it was and his parents alive. He was then concentrate on the officer sitting beside him and the journey before him.