It was just another day in class back in 2007 when Abu abeer turned to me and said, "Wanna go schedule after school?" After classes ended, we walked out with the guys, laughing and chatting. But before heading off, Abu Abir spotted the school stairs and decided to do something reckless. He got on his bike at the top, ready to ride down. But halfway through, he lost control—the wheels slipped, and he went tumbling down. The guys rushed over to check on him, while he just sat there, holding his head. I ran up to him. "You okay?" He looked up, brushed off the dust, and cracked a small grin. "The stairs weren’t playing fair today." The guys laughed, and I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. We helped him up, then headed off, but that moment stuck with me ever since.