I am Noble

Anshul was born as the second son of the family of Abu Dhabi. Born and raised in abundance, luxury and luxury. It was a life where you could have everything before you even said it. Ironically, the emotion that the young prince did not learn was' I want to have. ’

The world the young prince saw was full of abundance. Spacious palaces, watering fountains, tasty food, and lavish jewelry that always wash the breeze away.

At first, I thought it was natural. How to see the world through a window frame created by your own eyes. The young prince thought that all the children of the world lived as luxurious and rich as he did. No, I didn't know there was such a word as luxury. For a young prince, this life was already everyday and universal.

The first thing I remember when I was eight years old, when I was cracked.

“Mahad.”

“Yes, Prince. Descend.”

“Why is Mahad bringing my toys? ”

“…… Yes? ”

“Why do you do what I tell you to do? ”

The middle-aged butler expressed embarrassment for the first time. I didn't realize what this little prince was curious about.

The young prince's world was cracked for the first time.

“Mahad.”

“Yes, Prince. ”

“Why is he touching my tree? ”

The young prince pointed to a gardener who trims his favorite trees. He replied with confidence.

“That's right, the prince's favorite tree. Of course, you have to carefully polish it. That's what we do. ”

“ ……. ”

Anshul felt something strange. It was also a precious experience, realizing for the first time that abundance, luxury and luxury were not taken for granted.

The once awakened perception gave rise to all kinds of questions by constantly opening up gaps, rather than healing. The shock of leaving a deep imprint on the mind of a young child is the delicious food that he thought was natural, expensive toys that he thought were natural, and luxurious palaces that he thought were natural.

‘Why doesn't Mahad have others like me do it? ’

"Why doesn't that gardener have his own tree? ’

Who made this food? ’

‘This toy……. ’

The chaos continued. Every once in a while, whenever I would hold onto him and ask him such questions, he would just smile softly. Like it's not the right time yet.

Everything was a luxurious life given, but there was only one unauthorized thing. It's freedom. The noble royal young prince should not be wandering around alone without an attendant.

One day, Anshul leaves the palace and travels far away. Ansul cheered on his first plane to be born and to cross the vast ocean for the first time.

“Wow!"

Arrival was in the stars. The skyscrapers were full of skyscrapers, with white skin and yellow hair on the streets. At first, I thought he was a monster.

“Mahad, what's wrong with them? ”

“Because she's white, she doesn't look like us, she doesn't look like her skin color or her hair color. Prince.”

“White?”

“Yes, this is America. ”

“What is America? ”

“It's a different country than the UAE. Would you look at this for a second? This is UAE, your home country, and this is where we stand right now. New York.”

After seeing the Earth doctor Mahad showed her, Anshul first realized that the ground he lived in was round. In addition, the country is such a small country.

He said he came to America for work. Anshul stayed at a hotel in New York with an attendant. It was not a bad facility, but it lacked many hairs compared to its own room in the palace.

That evening, Anshul snuck out of the hotel behind the concierge. It was pure curiosity.

“Wow... ”

Neon's shimmering nightlife was breathtaking. Although not luxurious, everything seemed different just from the fact that it was a place where others could breathe.

“But there's no one here. ”

No one was seen on the streets at night. Little Anshul, who came out to see the people, leans forward. It was then.

A large, adult man surrounds him. He was a black man with a strange painting on his body and a nasty knife print on his face. Anshul took a step back from his instinctive fear. They come screaming with a big smile. I couldn't understand a word.

“D-Help! Mahad!”

Anshul shouts, turning his back and running. But how long can a ten-year-old kid run away from a gangster in Harlem? Eventually, I was caught.

Black people giggle and say something to each other. A rough hand snatches Anshul's bracelet. I tried to rip the necklace off. Anshul screams.

It was then.

“You bastards! What are you doing? ”

An old man yells in anger. I couldn't understand what he was saying, but in a dazed state of mind, Anshul realized he was trying to help himself.

“Oh, Grandpa. Is it you again?"

“You guys! Get the fuck off me! What a nasty thing to do with a little boy! ”

“... Tsk. I'll take care of Beth. Look at me. Let's go.”

Black people went away like that. The gray-haired old man suddenly approached Anshul, who had fallen down and supported him. Anshul hardly opened his eyes and looked at the old man.

“Are you okay?”

I still couldn't understand what he was saying. Anshul thanked me for my help, and I barely managed to show my gratitude. And I blacked out.

* * *

Anshul wakes up to the sound of a little bird chattering. The bright sunlight coming in through the window made my eyes pop. You hear a familiar voice as you raise your torso as you crumble.

“How are you feeling? ”

It was a fluent Arabic language. It was nice to meet you, and Anshul turned his head and blew it off. He was the old man who saved his life yesterday.

“Grandpa, yesterday.... ”

“Why did you say a young child came to Harlem? This place is dangerous. ”

“Harlem?”

“Tsk, tsk. Looks like he's a Middle Eastern kid. ”

“…… Huh. But you know what we say? ”

“I learned it briefly last night. Looks like you don't speak English. ”

I realized how great it was to be separated from the old man for a very long time.

The old man gives out freshly baked toast.

“Eat it. I've already reported it in the morning. You'll hear back soon. ”

Anshul eats a fearless toast when he was hungry. I had never seen such tasty food, but I didn't know why it was so tasty.

After finishing his meal, Anshul was only able to look around the room. The room was cramped and humble. It was a great shock to Anshul that such a room existed. How can anyone live in a room like this?

“Why does Grandpa live in such a filthy place? ”

“What? This guy... ”

The old man who was trying to reverse it realized that Ansul was really curious about it. Besides, it's the first time he's ever been born to see a room like this.

“Follow me.”

The old man sighs and calms himself, grabbing Anshul's hand and leaving the house. The moment I opened the door of the narrow house, Ansul stopped stiffening in the landscape in both eyes.

A small, dirty shack clings to you endlessly. There was garbage everywhere, and all kinds of filth was full of stench. The people who were wandering around with their eyes wide open about what they had eaten wrong were laughing, and the adult women in old clothes who could not cover their bare skin were walking helplessly with their heads.

Above all, what shocked Anshul was the appearance of young children of his age. While playing dirt with each other in a dirty look, a full face full of sinister laughter left sharp marks on my heart.

“Apparently, you grew up with all kinds of luxury in a house you wouldn't be jealous of. ”

“ ……. ”

“But there are so many more people living in such a small and filthy place with no dreams or hope. Know that, child. ”

“ ……. ”

“Oh, of course I'm here because things haven't been going well for a while. Damn Jake, if he had given me the budget, I wouldn't have to sell my house... ”

Just in the morning, the attendants brought the police to find him, making sure the complaint was received properly. Anshul was tightly scolded by his father for the first time that day. But it didn't matter that he was hurt. That morning, the Harlem landscape left an indelible imprint.

The filthy landscape was also the answer to Ansul's first question back in the lowest form when he was eight years old.

"Why can't everyone live like me? ’

It often appeared in my dreams that children with bad bones were playing with the dirt. What I don't understand is, despite all that misery, they were smiling brightly.

Anshul strangled his father. I traveled a lot Even though I had to drag the attendants around, I could still see and hear a lot. Children in the slums who can last a month for just a dollar, people who have no hospital fees, rotting flesh, and people who give up rotting food....

Everything was shocking and shocking to the young prince. Anshul seriously considers why this is happening. So I found the old man again.

“They moved away. ”

“Can't you find it, Mahad? ”

“Well, nobody knows the name.... ”

The clue was one of the names the old man called Jake. But in the United States, the name Jake was flooded. Eventually, Anshul had to stop seeing the old man again.

* * *

“Did that happen? I had no idea.”

“He was the one who showed me the new world. Now I'm curious about something. Maybe he's already dead. ”

“Too bad you don't know his name. ”

“That filthy street view, it's still not forgotten. ”

A fundamental human compassion. A bond that demands no price, that is pure and that pities others. After realizing it as a child, Anshul realized the weight of his crown. It was a sacrifice that collected and collected the blood of countless people.

“I once wanted to take responsibility for everyone's happiness. I realized later how young it was to hit. But I don't regret having that dream. ”

“ ……. ”

“At least I know how hard and precious it is to take care of the happiness of my people. Every king is responsible for living in peace and comfort as much as his people. That's the weight of responsibility. ”

“Somehow. Anshul said he was different from the rest of the rich, but he had that trauma. ”

“I don't think it's traumatic. They think it's a very valuable experience. ”

“Oh, did I say something wrong? I didn't mean any harm. ”

“It's okay. You're making a mistake. Where have I been? ”

“…… you're embarrassed to say that. ”

Anshul grins and grabs a glass of wine. That old man, about 30 years ago, where is he doing now? Time has turned your back on the world, has it?

“Chairman."

“Ah, Professor Nitro. How are you?”

“…… I've been thinking about it, but I don't think it's permanent teaching. It's also bad to try to cultivate talent for about thirty years and move to the laboratory.... ”

“Why, is Hyejoo in trouble? Are you just messing with my budget? ”

“No, it's not. ”

“Professor. I trust you.... ”

Are you a new recruit? Anshul glanced at the young boy called the professor and fell into memory again. By the way, I think I've seen your eyes somewhere.

The sun was setting.

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"Ah. I didn't have any money at the time, so I decided to eat and sleep in Harlem for a few months. It was a free meal there. And why is that?"