Ahmed Palace, 7 AM.
A big bedroom, toys everywhere, small Spider-Man shoes, small school bag.
“REHAN!
REHAN!
UTH JAO!
SCHOOL KA PEHLA DIN HAI!” Ayesha shouted, now Dr.
Ayesha Rayan Ahmed, gold medalist, head doctor of Fatima Bibi Free Hospital, wearing white coat, stethoscope, but also holding a small lunchbox for her son.
A small boy, 5 years old, same black eyes like Rayan, same angry attitude like Rayan, but same cute smile like Ayesha, was sleeping under blanket, hiding.
“Mama, 5 minute more!
I don’t want to go to school!
I want to stay with you in hospital!
I want to become doctor like you, not go to school!” Rehan said in small voice.
Rayan entered, in black business suit, CEO of 2000 crore company now, but also father, holding a small tie for his son.
“Rehan Ahmed!
CEO’s son doesn’t say no to school!
Come on, first day at Elite International School!
Your Dadi is waiting downstairs with sweets!” Rehan sat up, angry like his father.
“Papa, if school is so good, why did you fail in school?
Dadi told me you failed in 10th class maths!” Rayan was shocked.
“What?
Dadi told you?
That old woman!
I didn’t fail, I just…
I just didn’t like maths!” Ayesha laughed.
“Like father, like son!
Both hate maths!
Rehan, come, wear uniform, or you will be late!” Rehan wore his small blue school uniform, small tie, looking like mini Rayan.
Ayesha made his hair, Rayan put his shoes.
Downstairs, Dadi, now 85 years old but still with stick, and Fatima Bibi, now healthy and head of hospital management, were waiting with Quran and sweets.
Dadi blessed Rehan, “My great-grandson, my Rehan, go to school and become bigger CEO than your father!
And don’t fight with girls like your father used to!” Fatima Bibi kissed him, “My Nawasa, become doctor like your Mama, not ruthless like your Papa!” Rehan hugged both.
“I will become both!
Doctor in morning, CEO in evening!
Like Mama and Papa!” Whole family laughed and went to school in Rolls Royce, with 2 security cars behind.
Elite International School, Lahore’s most expensive school.
All rich kids.
When Rehan entered, all kids stared.
“See, that’s Rayan Ahmed’s son!
Billionaire’s son!” “His mother is doctor!
Gold medalist!” “He is so handsome like his father!” Rehan, 5 years old, walked like CEO, cold attitude, like Rayan.
He didn’t talk to anyone.
In class, teacher asked, “Class, what does your father do?” Kids said, “My father is banker!
My father is pilot!” Rehan stood up and said coldly, “My father is Rayan Ahmed.
CEO of Ahmed Industries.
And my mother is Dr.
Ayesha Ahmed, who treats poor people free.
And I will be both.” Whole class clapped.
Teacher was