They didn't know him, they said "he had no heart", not because he was born that way, but because life at some point began to slowly begin to take things away from him.
Every morning he just woke up early and setting out to work, came back late and feeling so tired. He didn't see any laughter, no anger, there was no resentment, just his normal routine.
At that time, his mother called and he had to answer with just words. When his friends invited him, he said, I'm not interested, I just want maybe next time. And then next time he never came, he was not willing to meet anyone, not even his loved ones.
So one day, a little boy, while he was in his shop, fell. And his knees got hurt. Everyone was working for Aziz, and so did he. But after a few steps, he stopped. And he started feeling remorse, something heavy moving inside his chest, something like a pain. At that time, he just decided to step back forward, gave the boy help, cleaned up the wound and offered the boy some cash.
And that moment he thought to himself that he didn't have no heart. He had allowed what happened to him to pass too deep to make him feel as if he's willing to help someone. Or it was as if the wound was so deep that he couldn't feel it.
