By the end of that year, he came home with a glowing, straight A report card. His father was apoplectic. “You cheated,” Salim said, raising his hand to punish his son. The next morning, his parents confronted the teacher. “My son doesn’t get these types of grades. He must be cheating.” “No, he’s not cheating. I can assure you of that.” “Then what kind of school are you running here, where a boy like Souhel can get these kinds of grades?” The teacher paused before speaking again. “Did you ever think that you might actually have a smart son? I think you need to believe in him.”
