The Man with a Soft Voice

       In a small village where time moved slow and people spoke loud, there lived a man named Faizan. He wasn’t rich, famous, or strong. But there was something about him that made people stop and smile his kindness.

        He ran a small tea stall near the bus stop. Every morning, he greeted travelers with a smile and served tea that felt like warmth in a cup. He never shouted, never argued, and never took more than he needed.

       They called him "the man with a soft voice," and even the roughest people spoke gently when they stood near him.

       One winter evening, a little boy named Dani came to the stall. He looked cold and scared. Faizan gave him a cup of tea without asking for money.

“Where are your parents?” he asked kindly.

      The boy replied with teary eyes, “I don’t know. I lost them in the crowd.”

       Faizan sat beside him, wrapped his own shawl around the boy, and said gently:

A kind heart is a candle in the dark,
It gives away light and keeps the spark.

      He didn’t call the police. He waited. He spoke softly. He gave the boy food and a warm place to rest. By the next morning, Dani’s parents came running to the stall. They had been searching all night. They cried and thanked Faizan.

      Before leaving, Dani hugged him and said, “You’re like magic.”

Faizan smiled and said:

You don’t need wings to be an angel,
Just hold someone when they tremble.

     Over time, more people heard of Faizan. Old men came for tea, not just for taste, but for his peaceful words. Children brought him drawings. Even travelers remembered his name.

     One day, a rich man offered to buy his stall and turn it into a restaurant.

“You’ll earn more,” he said.

     Faizan politely refused. “If I sit in a glass room, I can’t hear the heart of the street.”

    He believed in small things helping an old woman cross the road, giving free tea to tired workers, and speaking kindly even when others didn’t.

He once told a student:

“Kindness is the seed we throw in air,
It may fall far, but it grows somewhere.”

One night, a stranger left a letter under his cup.

"Your tea saved my life today. I was planning to end everything. But your smile reminded me that good still lives."

Faizan closed his eyes for a moment, and whispered:

Sometimes a simple word, soft and small,
Can stop a broken soul from the fall.

       Years passed. Faizan grew older, slower, but his heart stayed young. People still came, not just for tea, but for comfort.

       When asked what kept him going, he said with a calm smile:

In a world so loud with pride and fame,
Kindness is still a beautiful name.

      And every time the wind passed by his stall, it carried not just the smell of tea, but the softness of a good man’s heart.