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- Hey, you Ahmad, move away and share your seat with your relative Cohen!
- Why my seat, teacher? My seat is barely enough for me.
- Well, because his ancestors shared that seat with your ancestors two thousands years ago! In fact, three thousands years ago, their ancestors kicked your ancestors' butt, and took their seat away! Remember the great Jewish hero Samson who killed a thousand Philistines with the jaw of an ass and collected the foreskins of your ancestors as his wedding present? So, it is time to give their seat back to them, again. They are Samson's poor grandchildren. Besides, look at Cohen; he is crying. Do not let Cohen become a Samson incarnate! Then, the skins of no part of your body will be safe.
- But, we never had problems with Cohen's father Moshe. He left here, this oldie moldy corner, to find a better deal there. He enjoyed his life over there as a banker and successful businessman until the Germans turned against him. If Cohen wants, we may share this seat as our parents had done for centuries in peace. But, I do not want to give away half of my seat for good. I love this seat, this desk. Cohen has not been playing with us for long time; neither around the burned bush, or not-yet-burned ones. He has changed. He looks snobbish. He is no more wearing a turban on his head or even speaking Hebrew; he now prefers European names. He is now making fun of our turbans and names. Even the hook of his nose got smaller and he is paler than before. He speaks in European languages and he wears their hat and pants. So, he belongs there now. Besides, why don't you share one of your many chairs with him? You have too many chairs and many of them are not even used. So, why should I give away one of my seats to Cohen?
- Well, because I say so! Because my friends says so. Haven't you heard of Thrasymachus, you ignorant child? Don't beat around the bush; and give the best half of your seat to Cohen.
- Teacher; I like Ahmad's seat. I really liked that. It reminds me my grandpa. My poor grandpa was kicked by that bully so bad that he could not sit on the chair for days. Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeease help me get that seat; at least half of it for now. Ouch! My toes are hurting! Schultz was a bad bully, a really baaaad bully! I love you teacher, I love you very much! Thank you for letting me sitting on your desk! This is a much better place! But, I really want that seat at the oldie moldy corner more than anything else!
- Cohen is right! Do you hear the principal Balfour? He just called your name through the loudspeaker and told you to immediately follow the decision. You better share your seat now; otherwise you will lose more. Do you hear me Ahmad?
- But, what about Cohen's seat? It was taken by the bully who kicked his butt! Besides, the bully has more than one seat and his seats are bigger than mine. The bully is now crawling on the ground kissing your boots. So, why not just take Cohen's chair from him?
- Ahmad, you never miss an opportunity to miss an opportunity. If you do not listen to me, I will let Cohen take the other half of your seat too. Besides, I will give him a ruler to slap you in the face, and a pointy shoe to kick you in the ass! Don't force me to declare you to be the next bully, you son of an Arab!
- Yeaaaaaaaaaah! You bad cousin! Give me my seat! It is my seat! Go somewhere else!
- Ouch! Teacher, Cohen is kicking me in the ass, punching me in the nose! Cohen is pushing me to the corner! Ouch!
- Ahmad, you better give your seat to Cohen now and have a peace with him. Otherwise, I cannot help you! Let's have peace in the middle of the room.
- Ouch! I am hurt teacher! Cohen is bullying me! Help classmates, help me!
- Ouch! I am hurt. Ahmed is holding on his seat! I need help! Help me!
Cohen has done great job since… Sure, Cohen knows how to cry and how to make others cry for him; he has become an expert in that. Though there were other victims of the bully, and many other victims of other bullies, but Cohen always managed to keep himself as the top victim in the entire school. Not only the top victim, but also a perpetual victim... Cohen wrote several poems and even several amateurish short films to keep the mistreatment of him alive in the mind of his schoolmates. Cohen even managed to make any negative remarks about him illegal or immoral. Cohen also did not forget about the teachers. He somehow found some pens and books, and gave them as presents. On the other hand, unlike Ahmad, Cohen worked very hard. Cohen used his mind, while Ahmad asked help from psychics and clowns. Cohen became the best student in his class; getting straight A’s. Cohen also got involved in sports and extracurricular activities, and he received many awards including the admiration of the many in his classroom. As for Ahmad, he failed in almost all his classes, and did not care about his grooming either. Ahmad also ended up befriending bad and lazy students. Worse than that, Ahmad was filled with hatred and tried to do very bad things to Cohen. He was even tempted to deny the fact that Cohen was bullied by Shultz and justified the bad treatment of Cohen by the bully. Ahmad made some stupid, very stupid political decisions, while his cousin Cohen, allied with his adopted Uncle Sam, cleverly calculated his next moves.
As a result, after losing half of his seat, Ahmad lost half of the remaining half of his seat to Cohen. Ahmad is pushed to the wall and is getting slapped and kicked almost every day, while it is still always Cohen who cries louder for help from the teacher. Somehow Ahmad's cry for help fades away before it reaches the teacher's ears. Recently, with the approval of the teacher, Cohen who now rules the moldy oldie corner, decided to put Ahmad in a cage for anger management. Ahmad is bad, a very bad kid; a troubled and dangerous seat-less kid in the corner! Since Ahmad has now nothing much to lose, he is entertaining the idea of hurting himself. But, how?
