Ayesha ki chhoti si gali me Ramzan ka mahina shuru ho gaya. Subah ki pehli roshni ke saath hi masjid se azaan gungi, aur puri gali ek nayi umeed aur sukoon se bhar jaati. Ayesha roz sehri me apni chhoti behan ke liye doodh garam karti, aur khayal rakhti ke sabki plate me sehatmand aur tasty khana ho. Lekin is saal kuch alag tha — unke ghar ke samne ek akela budha aadmi rehta tha, jiska koi apna nahi tha. Ek din Ayesha ne socha, “Ramzan sirf roza rakhne ka naam nahi, ye dusron ki madad ka bhi mahina hai.” Shaam ke waqt, jab iftar ka waqt aaya, Ayesha ne apni behan ke saath milkar budhe ke liye ek plate khana tayar kiya. Budha aadmi aankhon me aansu liye, bola, “Bacchi, tumhari dua aur pyar ne mera dil garam kar diya.” Us raat Ayesha ko samajh aya ke Ramzan sirf bhookh aur pyaas sahne ka naam nahi, balki dil ko daulat aur mohabbat se bharne ka bhi mahina hai. Aur isi tarah, Ayesha ne har roz chhoti chhoti madad aur muskurahat ke saath Ramzan ka asal maqsad seekha — insaniyat aur mohabbat baantna.