A... had painted many people's homes and businesses, and for the last four days, he had painted the new shop of a man D... hated.

This man was a man called F..., a man who ripped people off but didn't suffer backlash because of his powerful backing.

The porch of the last shop he opened overhung the road. Typically, if other shopkeepers did such a thing, the municipality would fine them, but F... had a strong backing.

What D... hated the most was the rules applied differently to the strong and the weak.

F... greeted D... and A... with a grin in front of his substantial two-story shop. D.... said to F..., "A shopkeeper's honor is his word. This man has painted your entire shop. Give him his due." He said.

F... replied, "The incompetent man couldn't do his job properly. He should be grateful that I didn't ask him for the material money back." Some of the workers behind F... bowed their heads with shame. Everyone knew he was lying.

Most of the shopkeepers knew D...'s easy-going demeanor. Still, a few older ones remembered what happened when D... lost his temper.

D... waited in silence for ten minutes while A... paced restlessly from side to side. Just as A... was about to open his mouth and say something to D..., a truck stopped, and an electrician got out with cables. He was going to make lithing of the porch.

D... said to the electrician, "I wouldn't do that if I were you." The electrician looked at the short, ugly man, puzzled.

D... said, "The painter you see behind me didn't get paid. F... didn't pay my friend's money because claiming he didn't do his job well. He might do the same to you. Don't say I didn't tell you."

F... came running. "Why are you taking that idiot's words seriously? He has a problem with me. He's trying to ruin my business."

The electrician turned to A... and said, "Did your primer bleed out?" A... said, "No, it looks spotless, but he didn't give me my money."

The electrician went into the shop, walked around for ten minutes, and came out. He turned to F... and said, "I didn't see anything wrong with the paint. Your backing is strong. Even if I file a complaint, I won't get any results. So sorry, but I have no intention of wasting my labor. Goodbye, find another electrician."

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F... shouted, "I won't forget this!" F... turned to D... in anger. "Do you think you can get away with this? Do you think I can't call another electrician?" D... smiled. "And do you think I won't be able to dissuade your new electrician?"

Fuat knew he was beaten. He took out a rolled-up wad of money from his pocket and threw it at A...'s feet. D... said to A..., "Make sure you count the money. This snake cannot be trusted." Meanwhile, Arif started counting the money with heavy movements as if to poke F... in the eye.

At this moment, a scream was heard; D... looked where the sound came from. There were old apartment buildings two hundred meters from where the shops ended.

In these buildings lived impoverished families. Danyal looked at the house where the smoke was coming from. He turned to Arif and the electrician and said, "Tear down that porch. Otherwise, the fire brigade won't be able to get in."

F... let out a scream. "No, you can't demolish my place. I will sue you. The mayor is my uncle. I'll sue you!" Meanwhile, the other shopkeepers heeded D...'s call and took up their tools to dismantle the porch.

Meanwhile, D... started running towards the fire. The scream came from an old woman shouting in front of the building "I went to buy some groceries, D..., but there was a fire, and I couldn't get in..." "My grandchildren!" she sobbed.

D... knew the old woman. She was trying to take care of her three orphaned grandchildren after the death of her son and daughter-in-law. D... had crossed paths with her and helped her many times, as he had helped many other poor people in the neighborhood.

D... said, "Don't worry, with God's help, I will save your grandchildren." He went into a market and bought a blanket and some water bottles. He put the blanket over himself, wet himself well, and went into the burning building.

He would approach the doors and call out. If there was a sound, he would shoot the door lock a few times with his pistol, then break it with a kick and pull out the person trapped inside. He took them to the fire escape, where the owner of the market downstairs helped them down.

He made it all the way up to the fourth floor, the top floor, which was the actual starting point of the fire. It was an inferno.

He rushed to the apartment where the old woman's grandchildren were. He shouldered the burning door. It broke easily. He was angry with himself, "I should have started here first." He found the three children, ages five, seven, and nine, huddled together. The nine-year-old sister huddled over her two brothers, trying to comfort them. "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, God is good. He will send someone to save us."

D... embraced all three children and said to them, "He has already sent." Suddenly there was a look of joy and hope in the children's eyes. D... went with the three children to the window and shouted, "Open a sheet." The doorway was completely engulfed in flames and impassable.

People on the street hurried and opened a sheet. D... wanted to start by throwing the youngest child down, but the five-year-old was afraid and did not want to leave his sister. So Daniel picked up brother and sister together and threw them down. Then he turned to the seven-year-old boy, who was crying. "It's my fault, it's my fault.

"D... said, "What happened has happened. There is no remedy for it. ." He held out his hand, and just then, there was an explosion. Gas had exploded in the kitchen area.

The explosion sent a flaming board flying towards the boy. Danyal used his body as a shield for the boy. But he collapsed on the floor, covered in blood.

The boy looked at Danyal and cried, "It's because of me." Danyal spat the blood out of his mouth and said, "When you break something, the thing to do is to fix it, my young friend, I'm going to throw you out the window now, but I want to ask you something, will you promise to do it?"

The boy nodded, "I want you to live your life with joy and do good to the people you think deserve it instead of spending your life regretfully. Regret is bad if it doesn't encourage you to do good." The boy nodded. D... pushed the boy with the last of his strength to the window.

While lying alone in the burning building. He laughed bitterly. "Most people look at my ugly face, balding hair, and wrinkled forehead and think I'm in my forties, but I'm only in my early thirties.

God, I've tried my best to be a good person all my life. I was poor, an orphan, but I didn't use that as an excuse. I scratched and clawed my way to a good life.

Despite all my pain and loneliness, I've always been a good person, and I ask you to keep your promise and send me to heaven.