Ali kicked his soccer ball with enthusiasm, a big smile on his face as he chased it across the yard. The world felt perfect in that moment, every bounce of the ball echoing his happiness.

Ali watched the sky with growing disappointment as the first raindrops began to fall. "Why does it have to rain now?" he grumbled, feeling frustrated by the sudden change.

"Ali, rain is a blessing from Allah," Ayah explained gently. "It nourishes the earth, helping plants grow and providing us with water to drink." Ali looked up, curiosity softening his frown. "So, rain is important too?"

"Let's be grateful," Ayah suggested, holding his hands together in prayer. "Alhamdulillah, thank you, Allah, for this rain." Ali mirrored his father's gesture, a newfound appreciation lighting up his eyes as he whispered the words of gratitude.

Ali ran outside, his earlier disappointment forgotten. "Wow, a rainbow!" he exclaimed, pointing excitedly at the colorful arc in the sky. Ayah nodded, a proud smile on his face. "See? After every storm, beauty emerges."

Ali paused, looking up at the sky with a smile. "From now on, I'll be thankful for everything Allah gives us." He kicked the ball with renewed joy, understanding that every moment, rain or shine, is a gift.