Jim was walking home from work when he noticed his wallet missing. Panic rushed through him—inside were his ID, salary, and his mother’s medicine money. He retraced his steps, searching every corner of the road. Nothing. Defeated, he sat on a bench, holding his head. Moments later, an old man approached and handed him a worn-out wallet. “You dropped this by the bus stop.” Jim opened it—everything was still there. He looked up, ready to thank the man, but the stranger had already disappeared into the crowd. That night, Hamza couldn’t stop thinking about how honesty still existed in a world