In a small village, Amina resente Khalid, the newcomer with his flashy car. To drive him away, she scratched his car one night, expecting his fury.

The next morning, Khalid surprised everyone. Instead of anger, he joked,

“Looks like my car needed a village makeover!”

He became more involved in village life, helping with chores and teaching children chess.

Guilt consumed Amina, and she confessed. Khalid smiled.

“I knew. I saw you that night. But instead of leaving, I decided to stay and prove I belong here.”

The scratch remained, a mark of transformation, not division.