At the rear of my class, where there used to be an empty seat, a new student named Ahmet is now occupying it.
He’s nine (exactly like me), yet he’s pretty odd. He never talks, never laughs, and he doesn’t like sweets—not even my favorite lemon sherbet!
But then I understood the truth: Ahmet isn’t actually all that unusual.
He is a war refugee who fled his country. a true one. with fires, explosions, and bullies who do harm to others. I want to help him more and more as I learn more about him.