The Children of Tomorrow

People who don’t know me very well ask in surprise: “Khalid! So, when do you study?”
My craftsman answers for me: “He works half a day. What a poor guy! By bad luck, his father was killed in a suicide attack!”
During the other half of the day, I explain to my classmates that the cargo box on the truck I welded today smelled of northern melons. “He drove over a roadside mine twice before, but he got lucky and survived,” he said.
I did the best welding I could, but it was a pity he forgot to give his student a bonus. It’s true that my chances aren’t very good, but I’m working hard so I can have a truck factory one day.