
After school, Yara, Karim, and Hana did not go straight home.
They turned onto Saleh Street, where the evening market was waking up.
The air smelled of warm bread and cinnamon.
Small lamps were turning on above the shops.
“Look,” Yara said. “The souk is busy already.”
Karim pointed at a cart of oranges. “My uncle buys fruit here every Friday.”
Hana smiled. “I like the colors when the sun goes down.”
Shopkeepers were opening wooden shutters.
A man called out prices for tomatoes and cucumbers.
Children carried plastic bags for their mothers.
Yara waved at the baker’s son, who was stacking flatbread.
The street was noisy, but it felt friendly.
Karim said, “I am hungry.”
“Me too,” Hana said. “But we have homework.”
“We can walk slowly,” Yara said. “Just five more minutes.”
They passed a shop with jars of olives and pickles in the window.
Strings of dried peppers hung from the ceiling.
The sky turned deep orange behind the buildings.
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Near the end of the street was Abu Tariq’s spice shop.
Abu Tariq was an old man with a white beard and a kind voice.
He always greeted students on their way home.
“Marhaba, children,” he said today.
“Marhaba, Abu Tariq,” they answered together.
Above his door hung a brass lantern with colored glass.
It had been there for many years.
Abu Tariq reached up to light the lantern for the evening.
He stood on a small wooden stool.
His hand shook a little.
The stool wobbled.
The lantern slipped from its hook.
“Careful!” Yara shouted.
The lantern hit the stone step and broke.
Colored glass scattered across the ground.
Abu Tariq’s shoulders dropped.
“Oh no,” he whispered. “Not this one.”
Karim froze. Hana covered her mouth.
For a moment, the busy street felt very quiet.
Abu Tariq climbed down slowly.
“I am fine,” he said. “But the lantern is not.”
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Yara knelt down. “We can help.”
“We should not touch glass,” Hana said.
“You are right,” Yara said. “Abu Tariq, do you have a broom?”
Abu Tariq nodded and brought a short broom from inside.
Karim held the dustpan steady.
Hana swept the small pieces into it carefully.
Yara kept her hands away from the sharp edges.
A few people stopped to look, then walked on.
When the step was clean, Abu Tariq opened a drawer under the counter.
Inside were spare bulbs, wire, and old hooks.
“I saved these,” he said. “But I cannot climb alone tonight.”
Karim looked at the stool. “I can hold the stool for you.”
“I am strong,” he added.
Abu Tariq laughed softly. “Then we work together.”
He chose a new hook and a small bulb.
Karim pressed both hands on the stool legs.
Yara watched the wire.
Hana carried the pieces of glass to a metal bin behind the shop.
Abu Tariq climbed up again, slowly this time.
He fixed the hook and clicked the bulb into place.
“Is it safe?” Hana asked.
“Almost,” Abu Tariq said. “One more turn.”
He tightened the hook and stepped down.
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Abu Tariq switched on the lantern.
Warm yellow light spilled over the spice jars.
The colored glass made small red and green shapes on the wall.
“Beautiful,” Hana said.
“It is not the same lantern,” Abu Tariq said. “But the light is back.”
He looked at the three friends.
“You did not run away. You stayed and helped.”
Yara felt proud but shy.
“We live nearby,” Karim said. “It was the right thing.”
Abu Tariq went to the back room and returned with a paper bag.
Inside were three small pieces of warm bread.
“For hungry students,” he said.
They thanked him and said goodbye.
Outside, the market sounds returned.
Yara bit into her bread. “That was better than finding something mysterious.”
Karim laughed. “No box. No envelope. Just help.”
Hana nodded. “And we did not wait for an adult to do everything.”
They walked toward home under the darkening sky.
The lantern behind them glowed above the spice shop door.
Yara said, “Tomorrow we can tell our class what teamwork means.”
Karim added, “And what the souk smells like at sunset.”
Hana smiled. “And that Abu Tariq makes the best bread on Saleh Street.”
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