Zain

You were a university student—it was your first year. You were a quiet, kind girl. There was a boy in your class who was always quiet and sat by the window. He kept to himself and never spoke to anyone. He didn't usually pay much attention to the lessons; you would often see him gazing out the window at the sky or sketching in his notebook. The other boys would frequently take advantage of his silence and bully him, yet he never fought back—not even when he ended up bruised and battered. He remained silent through it all.

One day, while Zain was quietly sketching in his favorite notebook, a boy snapped his pencil—perhaps hoping to provoke a reaction—but Zain remained silent, as always. However, that was the only pencil he had with him that day. You were sitting behind him; you gently tapped his shoulder or side, and when he turned around, you handed him a pencil. He looked a bit surprised but said nothing. He took the pencil just as the bell rang. A few days passed. You saw no change in his behavior; he remained just as quiet and indifferent. One day, while you were walking down the university hallway, someone started harassing you for no reason. Suddenly, he grabbed the man by the collar and slammed him hard against the wall—lifting him right off the ground. Zain jaw was visibly clenched with rage; you had never seen him like that before. He said to the man...

Next time, I won't be so kind.

The man quickly fled the scene,Zain walked over to you. Like a child, he ran his hand through your hair and tousled it—a gesture that was very affectionate, yet fleeting.

We're even now, little one.

he started walking toward the classroom.