Read Kid’s Story Adem’s Baba Embarrassed Him

The United Kingdom is an island that lies beneath the clouds. London is a city located in the south of this island. There is a little settlement south of this city. Adem, an eleven-year-old boy, resides in this village.

No, no. Not Adam is his name. It’s “Adem.” Yes, exactly before the final letter “m,” there is a “e” rather than a “a.” The name Adem is Turkish. Adem and Adam both refer to “the first man in the world.”

Adem is a bright young man who enjoys reading. He reads a variety of children’s literature. The Guinness Book of World Records is another book he reads. His favorite is this.

The young youngster enjoys discussing the events he learns about in the book of records. Sultan Kosen of Turkey, who is eight feet and one inch tall, would be the topic of conversation right now if Adem were present. According to the Guinness World Records, Sultan Kosen is the tallest man alive.

Hey there! Here, Adem and his two closest buddies, Ben and Jonathan, are seen leaving school. The person with olive skin, dark hair, and stunning blue eyes is Adem. Ben and Jonathan are both blond guys with fair skin, so you can’t miss him.

The mother and father of Adem are both English and Turkish. Although his eyes are the same colour as his mother’s, he inherited his father’s good looks.

Adem overhears “Merhaba” being said. He circles back and gives Metin, his Turkish pal, a wave. Then Adem responds with “Merhaba!” Turkish for “hello” is this word. “Baba” was the first Turkish word Adem ever learned to pronounce. It indicates Dad.

Adem once asked his Baba as a young child, “Am I English or Turkish, or am I half of each?”

His Baba paused for a time before responding, “You are not half of anything, my son. Both Turkish and English parts of you are complete.

This answer was well received by Adem.

Later, while attending the carnival, Adem had the English flag painted on his face. Although Adem’s Baba was visibly surprised when he saw his face, he responded, “It’s OK, Baba.” Don’t you recall that I am 100% Turkish and 100% English?

Ben and Jonathan receive high fives from Adem, who then comes over to us and follows us down the sidewalk. At us, he grinned up.

Did you know that Muhammed Rashid, a Turkish man, entered the Guinness Book of World Records in June 2003 with a moustache that was more than five feet long?

That is a really lengthy moustache,” Adem remarks, widening his smile. “My Baba also has a thick beard and a large moustache.” Thank Allah, though, that his moustache is not as long as five feet.

Adem, a Muslim boy, refers to Allah rather than God.

Adem observes a man wearing a dark blue velvet kippah as he strolls down the street. Adem clarifies, “A Kippah is a Jewish hat,” for our information.

The young youngster then sees a Sikh man standing there sporting a traditional Turban. Adem enjoys seeing so many people from many ethnicities travelling down the same route.

Adem informs us, “My Baba is a restaurant owner.” He directs his serious gaze at us as if he were imparting some crucial knowledge to us.

“It is not a kebab shop.” My Baba’s restaurant serves vegetarian stew with a specialty bread known as Pide bread. It tastes great.

Adem’s grandmother has a favourite dish. It is known as okra. A vegetable called okra has a flavour similar to pickles. Lemon is added to the okra by Adem’s Baba because, in his opinion, it enhances the flavour.

I absolutely enjoy kebab, Adem says. “I know that’s not great for you, but it tastes great,” you say.

The small youngster appears a little uneasy at this point, as if he had something to tell us. He appears focused as he mentally crafts the words.

After a little pause, he continues, “My Baba comes and picks me up every Thursday.” I no longer enjoy Thursdays.

I am embarrassed by something about my Baba. I want to talk to him about it, but I don’t want to offend him because I love him. Speaking with parents is not always simple, as you well know.

For instance, last Saturday after swimming, my friend Ben and my Baba joined me in a café where I bought a really beautiful chocolate cake.

My Baba whispered in my ear as I was enjoying my cake that I ought to share some of it with my friend Ben. This is a tradition in Turkish culture, according to Baba.

It took me a long time to whisper back to my Baba and tell him that in English society, offering my friend half-eaten cake is considered impolite because I know he has money in his wallet and that if he wanted cake, he would go out and buy some for himself.

Although Adem’s Baba has lived in England for a very long time, he still does not have many English acquaintances, according to Adem. The small youngster claims that it appears as though his father is still living in Turkey like he did before. Adem says, “That is alright, but there are so many Turkish traditions to remember that it is often hard for me to understand some of them.

Adem is almost at the location where he is supposed to wait to be picked up after school, according to his Baba.

It’s Thursday today.

He appears a little uneasy as he surveys the street. He tells us sincerely, “I have tried to do something about this shame, but it has not worked yet. I am unsure of how to approach my father about how he behaves when we are with my friends.

Adem halts at the intersection. He still exudes some apprehension. He says, “This is where my Baba takes me up.”

Many students from Adem’s school are gathered around the corner, waiting for their parents to fetch them up, making their way to the bus, or strolling home in groups.

Adem poses as a reader of his book. When his Baba brings him up, he doesn’t want any of his buddies to be in the area.

Adem now recognises Emily. Emily is stunning. Adem has been smitten with her since they were both in year five. She has blonde hair and blue eyes.

All of the students in Adem’s history class were paired off for a project one day. Placement of Adem with Emily. The kids were required to construct a Motte and Bailey castle. The top castle would receive a reward.

Adem and Emily therefore spent a lot of time together and put a lot of effort into building their castle. Then, on the day of the judging, THEY WON! Because Emily hugged Adem, the fancying started right then. Adem has felt a nice feeling within ever since that time everytime he meets Emily.

Adem is waiting for Baba to pick him up at the corner as Emily approaches. Adem now appears to be in a lot of discomfort.

‘Oh no! My father’s jeep is just around the bend. Baba’s on his way! Emily will arrive! Baba’s on his way! Emily is on her way!

Adem instantly hides from his Baba and Emily by sitting on the floor and acting as though he is tying his shoelaces.

However, it is useless since the little child can know that his Baba has seen him. Adem’s Baba exits the jeep as it approaches the curb. Emily is drawing nearer and nearer, and she can now see Adem and his Baba standing next to the jeep.

The Baba of Adem smiles. Are you alright, big boy?

Now that Adem is standing up, his Baba catches hold of him and gives him a great hug and kiss.

Come on Adem, please give me a kiss, his Baba exhorts in a happy voice.

Before Emily can get any closer and laugh at him for kissing and hugging his father when Adem is a big kid now and should be more mature, Adem swiftly looks around, kisses his father on the cheek, and jumps inside the jeep.

As they navigate the congested streets on their way home, the father and son drive without speaking to one another for a few minutes.

Are you OK, my son? Baba inquires once again as he turns to face Adem.

Adem replies, “Yes,” but his voice lacks any conviction.

Due to their strong relationship and his intimate knowledge of Adem, Adem’s Baba is aware that his son is not content. Come on, why don’t you explain what’s wrong, he begs.

Adem ponders for a short while. He is aware of what to say, but he does not want to offend his Baba. The young youngster eventually musters the guts to express his opinions.

I have to tell you something that makes me uncomfortable, Baba. There is someone who irritates me. That individual is… Adem pauses for a brief period before continuing.

Somebody has offended you! Tell me who they are. Baba addresses his kid.

“Well, that is”

‘Yes … Do it now!

‘Well …’

“Is it a student, a teacher, a buddy, or a bully?” Asks Baba, who is obviously worried about his kid.

No, Baba.

“Then who?”

Another prolonged pause occurs as Baba drives the jeep through the village back to his house.

It is you, Baba, Adem exclaims after inhaling deeply. You irritated me.

“Me?” his Baba enquires. My son, what have I done?

Baba pulls the jeep into the kerb and turns off the motor so he can speak to his son properly because Adem is silent. Tell me, Adem, what did I do.

Adem examines his father, seeing his large, bushy eyebrows and the furrows that crease his forehead and give him an angry appearance.

Adem is aware that his father is unhappy rather than angry. He regrets making his Baba upset, but he musters all of his resolve to try and defend himself.

He explains to his Baba, “You know that I am eleven now and that I am quite grown-up.”

His Baba replies, “Yes, without a doubt,” with a hint of pride in his voice.

You know it was okay to kiss and cuddle me in front of my classmates when I was in primary school, but I don’t want it to happen today.

‘So … Is that it—you don’t want me to kiss and cuddle you any longer?

“No, Baba, no.” Although I enjoy your cuddling, I don’t want you to kiss and cuddle me in front of my friends since they will make fun of me because I am too old for that at this point.

As he starts the jeep and navigates through the nighttime traffic, Baba acknowledges, “I suppose it is a very Turkish thing to do.” Adem tries to cheer him up because he appears to be a little down.

‘Baba?’

Sure, my son?

When we reach home, should I make you and your mother a cup of tea?

Baba beams a smile at his beloved son. Adem, that would be lovely. However, kindly refrain from adding milk to my tea.

You are aware that I favour black. The Turkish style of drinking tea, in my opinion, is the greatest. His As he delivers these remarks, Baba gives a wink to Adem.

Adem beams because he is aware of his Baba’s empathy for his feelings of embarrassment and his deep affection for him.

Adem inquires, “Can we play a game tonight?,” as the jeep makes its final turn back towards the house.

Adem’s father, Baba, who is no longer visibly unhappy, reaches over, tousles his son’s hair and shakes a finger in his direction. As long as you don’t cheat like you did last night, we can play a game tonight.

Adem chuckles, “I didn’t cheat. You deceived.

Adem and Baba both laugh at this as they go on to discuss Adem’s day at school, all the activities he participated in, and all the information he has retained from his Guinness Book of World Records.

That was the final time Baba made Adem look foolish in front of his buddies.

However, whenever they are playing together at home, Baba will frequently take his son and encircle him in his broad arms, telling him he is never too big for a cuddle.

That was the final time Baba made Adem look foolish in front of his buddies.

However, whenever they are playing together at home, Baba will frequently take his son and encircle him in his broad arms, telling him he is never too big for a cuddle.