In my childhood, I was very naughty and foolish
Occasionally, I narrate stories to my young students. Imagine, you borrowed 100 taka from your mother in some way, and you decided to treat yourself with your friends at a restaurant. The joy of indulging in this feast surely brings a sense of delight. However, imagine if something else happened when you stepped out of your house; imagine encountering a frail, malnourished person on the street and unconscious due to starvation. Looking at them, if a wave of empathy surged within you, suddenly, going to the restaurant with your friends and splurging on a meal might feel like a sinful act.