the embarrassment she felt toward him.
And suddenly, every moment felt cruel.
That night, for the first time in months, Baba Suleiman sat at the table with them instead of alone near the window.
Amina served his food herself.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered.
The old man looked at her for a long moment before smiling gently.
“Life humbles all of us eventually,” he said. “The important thing is learning kindness before it’s too late.”
Outside, the rain finally stopped.
And inside that small apartment, something broken slowly began to heal.”
