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It was a bright Sunday afternoon. The grown-ups were busy with chores, and the children were enjoying their free time.

In the front yard, two twin brothers, Asad and Zaid, had just finished a game of badminton.

“You’re such a chubby potato! Short and round!” Asad laughed loudly, pointing at Zaid.

“I’m not!” shouted Zaid, hurt and angry.

Just a little while ago, they had been laughing and playing together. But now, Zaid looked upset. He was shorter and rounder than Asad, and he didn’t like being teased. Asad was tall and slim, and he liked to joke around, sometimes too much.

Even though they were twins and loved each other very much, they often fought over small things. Asad was playful and naughty, while Zaid was kind and quiet.

Zaid walked into the kitchen with tears in his eyes.

“What’s wrong, Zaid?” asked Mama as she stirred a pot on the stove.

Before Zaid could answer, Asad rushed in and said with a smirk, “He’s just sad because he lost the game again! Just like his short, clumsy friends!”

Zaid sniffled. “Mama, he keeps calling me names—like chubby potato, pumpkin, and panda. It’s not funny. It hurts me.”

Mama sighed and looked at Asad. “That’s not nice at all, Asad. Go to your room, both of you. We’ll talk later.”

As the boys left the kitchen, Zaid accidentally bumped into their Aunt Sara, who was carrying a tray of vegetables.

“Watch it, Zaid! You’re running like a wild bull!” she snapped.

Asad laughed again. “Ha! A bull!”

“Honestly, these two…” said Aunt Sara, shaking her head. “Poor Zaid.”

Mama nodded. “I tell Asad to stop teasing, but he doesn’t listen.”

Just then, Baba came home and heard what had happened.

“I’ll talk to them,” he said gently.

Baba found the boys in their room, sitting quietly on their beds. Zaid looked very sad, and Asad was playing with a puzzle, not saying a word.

Baba sat down in a chair. He picked up a book from the table.

“Wow! This book has so many fun facts and pictures,” he said.

“It’s a general knowledge book,” Asad replied, peeking over.

Then Baba picked up the Holy Quran from the shelf. “But this book is even more important. It teaches us how to be kind, honest, and good to others.”

“We read it every day,” Zaid said softly.

“That’s great,” Baba smiled. “But the most important part is to understand it and live by its teachings.”

Zaid looked up. “Baba, Asad keeps teasing me. He makes fun of me and my friends. It makes me feel bad.”

Baba looked at both boys with kind eyes. “Asad, words are powerful. They can make someone feel happy—or very sad. Teasing someone, even as a joke, can really hurt.”

Asad’s smile faded. He looked down at the floor.

“I’m sorry, Baba. I didn’t know I was hurting him so much.”

“Good,” Baba nodded. “Now, say sorry to your brother.”

Asad turned to Zaid. “I’m really sorry, Zaid. I won’t tease you again.”

Baba smiled and reached out his hand. “Promise me, both of you, that you’ll always be kind to each other and to everyone.”

The boys placed their hands in Baba’s.

“Promise!” they said together.

Baba gave them a big, warm smile as he held their hands tightly.