From my bedroom I hear Sulaiman crying. In the living room he and Ayub are sitting on the floor, facing each other, a stack of books in Sulaiman’s hands.
Me: What happened?
Sulaiman: (crying)
Me: Sulaiman, why are you crying?
Sulaiman: (wiping his tears away) I don’t want Ayub to be angry with me.
Me: I’m sure Ayub is not angry with you. You’re not angry with Sulaiman, right Ayub?
Ayub: I’m angry with Sulaiman!
(Sulaiman bursts into more tears.)
Me: Why are you angry with Sulaiman?
Ayub: Because… ANGRY!
