Ahmed Riasat

A Glimpse of Kindness

It was another hot day in one of Southeast Asia’s busiest cities. The streets were alive with activity, as usual, with the air thick from the smell of street food and the constant noise of honking cars. The city was always in motion, with people everywhere, moving from one place to another in a hurry. Among the most crowded places were the local buses, which were packed almost to bursting every day. It was a common sight in this part of the world—buses so full that some people had to hang onto the doors, while others stood tightly packed in the aisles, their bodies swaying with the bus as it made its way through the congested streets.