Atif skipped alongside his mother, his eyes wide as he surveyed the assortment of winter coats. "Look, mom, this blue one! It looks so warm," he exclaimed, tugging at a thick blue fur coat that seemed to promise warmth against the biting cold. His mother, smiling at his enthusiasm, nodded and added it to their purchases.

Atif walked with a spring in his step, enjoying the cozy embrace of his coat. The rain began to drizzle, tapping lightly on his hood, but it did little to dampen his spirits. "This coat is like wearing a hug," he thought with a grin as he reached the school gates.

Atif noticed the old man, his heart tugged by the sight of him shivering in the cold. "He must be freezing," he thought, pausing to watch the man rub his hands together for warmth. The old man's eyes met Atif's, and a silent understanding passed between them.

"Mom, do we have any spare coats?" Atif asked, recounting the scene he had witnessed. His mother, touched by his concern, nodded and retrieved two coats she had set aside for donation. "Here, take these to him," she said warmly, her eyes reflecting pride.

Atif approached the old man, holding out the coats with a shy smile. "These are for you," he said softly, watching as the man's eyes lit up with gratitude. The old man's hands trembled as he accepted the coats, his face breaking into a smile of pure joy.

Atif felt a warmth that had nothing to do with his coat. "Helping someone feels even better than getting something new," he mused, his heart light with the happiness of having made a difference. The old man's prayers echoed in his mind, as comforting as the coat he wore.