Story

After his divorce he buried himself in his work. His only daughter Sama lived with him. She was the apple of her father’s eye. He prodded Sama into studying medicine like himself, thereby she was a source of pride for him.
Their days were all the same. One day while driving home they stopped in at a bookstore. He couldn’t find his book, but Sama bought a magazine. She leafed through the magazine and fell to reading a biography of the first Iranian woman who biked around the world. It was a pleasant change from listening to classical music as her father used to. To her surprise the woman was a college dropout. Her major was Computer Science, and one day she wound up wishing she’d never chosen this major. Her heart’s desire was traveling.
After that they both fell silent. She sighed deeply and stared blankly at the magazine. Sama rolled a window down and felt the force of wind on her face, and she felt jealous of the freedom of the wind.
The practiced eyes of her father could see that Sama wished to be able herself to travel around the world. He said: “It’s the possibility of having a dream come true that makes life interesting. I hope before long we establish our clinic and your mother would come back to home of her own accord. You are on the right track so follow your nose.” But none of what he was saying made much sense to her.
Dusk was falling as they arrived home. She went to her room, connected to the Internet and browsed through websites. She tried to get some sort of clues as to how to start to travel. She figured out that she needed to do some paper works, buy a bike, and earn enough money to support herself. That time she never thought about the fact that she was a sophomore college student.
She told her father about her decision the next day at breakfast. He felt a pang in his heart because when she determined to do something no one could stop her.
“The story made a deep impression on you. But what a hasty decision! You are still a sophomore, so we can talk about it in two years next” , he said, his voice was tinged with sadness. Sama got up, adjusted her clothing and said: “ I know, but I don’t want to follow your dream anymore. I want to pursue my heart’s desire. Both  you and I need to get out of the rat race life. I can’t pass endless hours between sunrise and dusk at a desk or at the clinic. They are a tight cage for me”.
Her father’s face looked like an old man's, she was his only world. “ Give me some time to think over it.” Curse the moment we bought that magazine, he mumbled.