Hushpuppi’s mother lamented bitterly: “The day I gave birth to him, people celebrated, danced, and rubbed powder on their faces. But I never knew he would grow up to bring shame upon this family. I sold bread while his father drove a taxi, working tirelessly to send him to secondary school. We even paid to have him learn a mechanic trade, but he chose the path of a thief instead. I wouldn’t wish any mother to have a son like Abbas. He has brought disgrace upon us. People would tell…
“I don’t care how long Abbas stays there—he never cared about us when he was free! I curse the day I gave birth to him!”
