Ali was in his bedroom, hardly caring about the festivities going on outside. He was reading a book, casually flipping the pages as he finished one page after another.
Once in a while, his sister - or his mother - would come in and ask his opinion about something. He would look up, take a glance, give an answer and get back to reading his book.
After the tenth time his sister came in, she finally lost it and said through gritted teeth, "Are you even looking properly?!"
With a sigh, Ali closed the book and clasping his hand together, he said, "Yes, I am, Baihyah. Is there something wrong with my choices?"
"No, but …"
"Did I not look at the stuff you brought?" Ali asked.
"Yes, you did, but …"
"Did I not give an opinion of which one I would prefer?" he asked again.
"Well, yes, you did, but …"
"Did I not follow the theme when making my choice?" Ali asked again.
She fidgeted.
