Soul User | How to become an APEX BEING

I am Achraf, the definition of a genius. I know how arrogant I sound by saying this. But it's the truth. I mean what do you call a guy who finished high school at 11 in Morocco.

I was a really weird and bizarre child. I wasn't exactly ambitious nor was I really into studying but I just was curious about 'Jennis'. I mean would you blame me? They are a really weird existence that can travel to the end of the earth in a blink of an eye. They can fly and can turn to devils by just not believing in "God". They can talk to humans even though God didn't want them to and they can even use magic. They are the only mythical creature that I,have ever known in childhood.

I first heard of them when I was 2 years old, my mom wanted to calm me by scaring me and telling me that Jennis are gonna devour me if I continued crying but to her surprise, I wasn't scared as much as I was curious. The first words that came out of my mouth were "Tell me more about them". My mom freaked out and even took me to 'an imam' (priest in Islam). The imam told her nothing is wrong with me, I was just a prodigy.

After that, my parents bought me a private tutor to teach me how to write and read when I was 2 years old and a half. I wasn't lazy nor stubborn and I definitely wasn't a problematic kid, so I learned the basics of Arabic in two months. And I learned half the Quran (the holy book of Islam) by the age of 4. I was praised by my tutor, my family, and even my neighbors. Of course, I didn't care, I was more into studying books related to 'Jennis'.
At the age of 9, I already finished studying every lesson that a middle schooler would have studied. I even got a diplomatic visa and a national scholarship that made me able to go to whatever high school I wanted. I was still interested in 'Jennis', but I didn't really have any materials left to study them: I read every available book about them. So the only thing that I was able to do is to get a hold of antique manuscripts about this subject. And the best way to do that is by going to 'Al Qarawiyine', one of the oldest universities in the world and the oldest in Morocco because it has the oldest Islamic library and there will certainly be some valuable and interesting information about this magical race.

With that in mind, I worked my ass off to get a high school diploma. Of course, the idea of a child going into college at that young age was really weird but since there was a precedent and my dad really tried his best at convincing the minister of education (They were friends) to let me pass the test. After failing at convincing him 7 times, my dad used his trump card. My dad was one hell of a journalist and writer, but he was more known for investing in people. And contacted one of the best Moroccan writers and scientists and told them to come over for seven days. Every single one of them owed him one. Be it helping them by getting them a one-time job, saving their careers, or even helping their kids get into the finest universities. And today he knew it was all worth it. I was enormously proud of my dad and his wide vision and how he thought investing in people was better than investing in stocks or getting a high-paid job.
When the nine of them came, they weren't expecting that much from a child, I mean why would they? But they still gave him a chance.

After a week, they were super entertained. Why? Well, I adapted my jokes into each of their personalities after my dad described them to me, I read and even shared my insight into each of their researches and gave them amazing advice. At first, some of them were so proud to take a piece of advice from me, a kid, but after looking into it, they liked it and they became my first 'friends'.

After 3 days, my dad told me that I got a chance to go and pass the exam, I guess even the minister can't ignore the voices of nine of the country's finest intellectuals. I really like my dad and I think he and my mother are the people I treasure the most. And that's how I got my high school diploma at 11 years old. All of that is thanks to my dad.

My parents were so supportive of my dreams and my hunger for knowledge even though it seemed like a waste of my abilities at the time. I really liked them. They were with me every step of the way. I felt like they were nourishing my soul while I was doing the same for my brain. I never knew the feeling of hopelessness and uselessness until the day April the 10th: My dad died after being robbed by a group of hungry orphans and that's all is the fault of a stupid kid who begged him so much to go and buy a new exclusive book that you can get only if you go to the general library between 1 A.M and 2 A.M, even after him explaining how dangerous and dark it was. That kid is me. I killed my father. I was the one who didn't consider the risks and acted selfishly. I was the one who didn't see the whole picture. I don't deserve being called a genius. I don't even deserve being called a human. I basically manipulated my loved ones into doing whatever I wanted. And... and...because of that, he is...gone.

I hated my self and I became a shut-in for almost two years and a half. I was empty inside. I didn't care about anything in this world anymore. I thought that I was too dangerous to be left alive but I couldn't bring myself to suicide, I know what it will do to my newly widowed mother, so I shut myself in my room. My mom never blamed me, but that's actually way worse. It made me feel guiltier and emptier. I really hate myself.