When a Thief Comes to the House
Storyteller: Dr. Umma
I still remember that night very clearly — the night that quietly taught my children one of the most powerful lessons of life:
courage is not loud… it is calm.
We were all sitting together in the living room.
Dr. GM was reading a book.
Omar was building a small tower with his blocks.
Zunaina was drawing butterflies with her colorful pencils.
The soft sounds of evening filled the house.
Then suddenly —
creeeek…
A strange sound came from outside.
Omar looked up.
“Umma, what was that?”
Before I could answer, we heard another sound — slow footsteps near the door.
The room became quiet.
Zunaina moved closer to me and whispered,
“Umma… I feel scared.”
I pulled her gently into my arms and said,
“Stay calm, my dear. Fear becomes bigger when we feed it.”
Dr. GM stood slowly and came toward us.
His voice was steady and peaceful.
“Everyone, stay together.”
The footsteps stopped near the door.
We all understood —
someone was outside.
Omar whispered,
“Is it a thief?”
Dr. GM nodded softly.
“Yes, but we are not alone, and we are not helpless.”
Zunaina’s hands were shaking.
I held them and said,
“Brave people feel fear too. They just don’t let it control them.”
We stayed quiet.
The air felt heavy.
The night seemed longer than usual.
Suddenly the door handle moved slightly.
Omar’s eyes widened.
“Umma…”
I leaned close and whispered,
“Look at me. Breathe. We are safe together.”
Dr. GM quietly picked up his phone and dialed the local security number.
His voice was calm, clear, controlled.
“Hello, someone is attempting to enter my house.”
Then he ended the call and looked at us.
“Help is on the way.”
The footsteps outside stopped.
Then we heard the sound of running.
The thief was gone.
The house became silent again.
Omar slowly exhaled.
“He left…”
Zunaina’s eyes filled with tears.
“I was scared.”
I kissed her forehead.
“Yes. And you were very brave.”
Dr. GM sat beside us and said,
“Today you learned something important.”
Omar asked,
“What?”
He replied,
“Fear does not decide who you are.
Your actions do.”
That night, we talked for a long time.
Omar said,
“I thought heroes don’t feel fear.”
Dr. GM smiled.
“Heroes feel fear… but they stand anyway.”
Zunaina asked,
“Umma, were you scared?”
I nodded.
“Yes. But I stayed calm because I wanted you to feel safe.”
She hugged me tightly.
“I want to be like you.”
I whispered,
“You already are.”
That night became a memory in our home —
not of danger,
but of strength, unity, and quiet courage.
And every time we remember it, we remind ourselves:
**Courage lives inside us —
especially when we choose calm over
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