The morning sun streamed through the large windows of the principals office, illuminating dust motes that danced in the air. Zaid stood slightly behind Fares, his arms crossed, as the older boy did all the talking.
The Principle listened, steepling his fingers, his expression unreadable. When they finished recounting the events, he leaned back in his leather chair with a heavy sigh.
"I will intervene in the matter," the principal began, his voice calm but firm. "However, there is a consequence. Ayman's rank will be downgraded from a white card to a blue card. His actions violated school policy and caused significant problems. This is the rule."
Fares's composure broke. "A blue card? That's too severe, sir! It will go on his permanent record."
"The rule is the rule, Fares," the principa
