Do No Harm by unknow

Author:unknow
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction & Literature
Published: 2019-07-29T23:00:00+00:00

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At home, while eating his take-out dinner—empty shelves again—Amin thought about revisiting the Muslims Unite chat room. Inspirational guidance backed by ayahs from the Quran might lift his spirits. He scrolled through the site, absentmindedly kneading his shoulder, a little sore from the vaccination. He paused to check out a post analyzing the lyrics to an offensive rap song—heroin, ho’s, robbing a pimp, and gunning down the “po-po”. Amin shook his head. The author of the post acted as if Americans had collectively chosen the song to represent the morals of the country. Amin was tempted to write, “Get over it. I’ve never heard this song before. It may have a small following, but it is not a mainstream song,” but he moved on instead. Continental Bank was the main topic of a thread titled Greed and Capitalism. The CEO had recently been granted a twenty-five percent salary increase and would gross twenty-seven million. Amin quickly calculated the CEO’s annual salary to be seven hundred seventy times his own. He let out a low whistle with his breath. Did that make him seven hundred seventy times less valuable than the guy in charge? He frowned. It didn’t help that the bank had announced a recent salary freeze for employees at Amin’s level.

The words “What is your purpose?” caught his attention. The “Learn More” button led to a video, in English, about following Allah’s call. Images of young Muslim men surrounded by friends and pretty wives temporarily transported Amin to a world with possibilities for self-fulfillment. The soundtrack struck a hopeful chord, like watching a movie where the underdog team wins the game, the bad guys get what they deserve, and the audience cries happy tears. When the video ended, a live-chat session box popped up. A real person on the other end of the connection had typed, Hi. What do you do for a living? Easy to answer—finance. Amin leaned back in his chair and drummed his fingers against the counter, wondering where the conversation might lead. He took a chance and responded, which led to—What do you do for fun? Not so easy. Where do you see yourself in a year? In my cube – although I hope not. Half an hour later, after pondering some soul-searching questions, he finally shut his computer down.

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