A veiled box



On the first white page of the ID book, I had to write the name of the newborn. I had prepared myself to perform one of my very best calligraphy skills and write the required information with the same fountain pen. So, I asked him about the name of the infant. The client said, “Please write down “Satan”, your humble servant.”

At first, I thought I had misheard it. On the pretext that I was old, I pretended I did not hear that. I cupped my hand behind my ear and asked, “What did you say?”

This time, however, the baby’s parent put his head forward, over the wooden office desk, and said with a cold, but confident tone, “Satan.”