Fortælling om Ridvans drømme og familiekontlikt

Hey my name is [NAVN A]. I have a dream. I want to be a terrorist, so people can see who I am and what kind of dangerous things I can do. I hope that one day, I’ll be the most wanted human in the world. To be a terrorist, is my biggest dream ever! I live together with my dad, brother and grandmother. My mom died of cancer, so she isn’t here. My dad cries every day, because he thinks I’m sick, but I am not! I play football everyday, but I hate football and I suck to play it. My dad thinks it’s good for me. He think’s that I one day, I’ll forget my dream, to be a terrorist. But no, it´s my dream and I will do anything, so it will come true. I fear, that I one day I’ll forget my dream because of dad. I don´t understand why I can’t follow my dream. A day after, I was playing football, and walked home. On my way, I saw a few boys, who played paintball. A week after I looked at the boys again. They were very good. Suddenly a guy came to me and he asked me to play with them. I said yes, so I played with them like 1 hour. It was really funny. The teacher asked me to play again the next day. I said, I didn’t have enough money to play. The teacher answered, that I don’t needed to pay them and could play for free. I think that paintball is very funny and if I be a good paintball player, I can maybe be a really good terrorist, because learn to use a gun. The next day on my way, to play paintball, I didn’t go to football because I wanted to play paintball the most. And the next day after, dad came to me. He was so angry and he asked me why I don’t were at football. I answered, that I’d dropped out from football. He got so mad and angry on me, and he looked sad. I said that I’d started to play paintball. He looked at me and got mad again and said that I should forget all about paintball. He would never let me play with the team. A day after, somebody knocked at my door. Dad opened the door and my paintball teacher stood on the floor. He looked at dad and asked him, to let me go playing paintball. He said that I was one of the best players on the team. My father looked at me. He smiled and said: okay, follow your dream and do what you want. It’s your dream and your life.