The poor boy set off on a road to the city, perhaps this was also the second time he comes out because the first time was when he sent his father to the hospital, the poor father was suffering and for a long time he was bedridden.
It passed and this after a long time, and the father woke up, maybe it was also his great desire to see his son walking along the paths of life. However, the boy lived in a remote village, and he did not take the road that the boy took except to ask for money somewhere in some part of the city. Everyone ignored and insulted him, mocked him and forced him to do shameful things. The boy was accustomed to such reactions from the people of the village but not from the city, yet he endured and continued in silence. He was accustomed to the taunts of his friends and was accustomed to ignoring them and at one point he stood on the edge of a bench because he was afraid to sit in the middle, a light and smooth hand crossed his shoulders! He left frightened because he had not been accustomed to loving anyone but his father. What are you guys doing ?! Come on you have a cold! It was the voice of a girl who felt compassion apparently. She took him and sheltered him on her roof and asked him about his plight.