Monopoly - Nadhir Al-Zoghbi

From that day onward, and for a reason that will remain unknown to him, the mother would not hesitate to slap him whenever he angered her, and his classmates at school and then at work would do the same, as would strangers he met in markets, cafes, and streets. As if that spit had brought curses upon him, just as blowing on candles brings good luck. The slaps would continue on his cheeks, and he would receive them with open arms, without feeling any insult or anger or even pity for himself, but he would be very happy when he discovered that the persistence of this matter had given him a unique talent, which is predicting the imminent reception of a new slap. However, of course, the matter would not stop at slapping; many people he would meet in his life would have an intense desire to hit, to the point of lust, which would constantly make Mr. Said subject to all kinds of severe beating—from punches to the face, kicks to the stomach, buttocks, and all parts of his body. And only then, would he cry bitterly, but only tears of pain.