In a small, quiet village surrounded by rolling hills and fields of golden wheat, there lived a poor man named Amir. He was known to everyone in the village for his kindness and his unwavering optimism, despite his humble circumstances. Amir lived in a small, weathered hut at the edge of the village. His only possessions were a few old tools, a patch of land that barely grew enough crops to feed him, and a lantern that had once belonged to his father.Each day, Amir would rise with the sun, working tirelessly in his fields from dawn till dusk. Despite his efforts, the harvest was always meager, and there were many nights when Amir would go to bed with an empty stomach. Yet, he never complained. He believed that as long as he had his health and his home, he was rich in the ways that mattered most.One evening, as Amir was returning home from his day’s work, he noticed an elderly woman sitting by the roadside, shivering in the cold. Her clothes were tattered, and her face was lined with the weariness of many hard years. Moved by compassion, Amir approached her.Are you lost, grandmother? Amir asked gently.The old woman looked up at him with tired eyes. I have no home, my son. I've traveled far and have nothing left. I am hungry and cold.Without a second thought, Amir invited the old woman into his humble home. He gave her the last of his bread and shared with her the warmth of his fire.