He entered the bank's hall, draped in his hooded cloak and proudly raising his head, he looked left and right leisurely and returned the greetings of some employees with a hand adorned with a huge silver ring with an onyx lobe, from which dangled a rosary made of black cedar wood inlaid with silver. He walked towards the bank's glass office, adjusted his white kufi with a slight movement of his hand and made sure to twist his dyed mustache on which the falcon stood, as he always liked to boast.

He stood in front of the door and looked through the glass to see the bank manager standing behind his desk waiting for him and two men standing in front of him, one a young man in his prime with his shirt cuffs rolled up and wearing a red tie, no doubt one of the bank's employees. The other was an elderly man with unremarkable features.

He opened the door with a black cane inlaid with shells on his forearm and greeted the attendees.

• "Alaikum as-salam, may God's mercy and blessings be upon you." Everyone replied.

The manager came out from behind his desk, shook his hand with a big smile on his face and said, "Hello. Hello, Mr. Ziad. Abu Ziad. It's nice to have your visit. Where have you been for so long?"

• "You know, busy, busy, busy, business worries are never-ending, life is never-ending, work is never-ending."
• "No, no, no. May God give you longevity and health. Have a seat . . Have a seat. Come in . . " He gestured to everyone.

Abu Ziyad sat down, heaved a long sigh, leaned on his black cane and said:

• "May it be well, Arif Bey," addressing the bank manager, "if it were not for your favor with me, I would not have come, I am a well-known merchant and time is money, but in honor of you, I left all my concerns and came as soon as you called me."
• "Rest assured. Rest assured. You are a well-known merchant in this country and your business is doing well - God willing - and we have been dealing with each other for more than a year. "He paused, trying to remember.
• - "Twenty years ago." Abu Zeyad said.
• - "Yes. Yes, Omar is all right, isn't he?"
• - "Of course. Of course. I know Beck."
• - "The truth is. The matter for which I have summoned you is simple yet important."
• - "Good, God willing." Abu Ziyad said and moved the black beads of the rosary with his fingers.
• - "First of all, allow me to introduce Sameh." He pointed to the young man. "He is one of the bank's employees, an excellent and energetic young man, but of course, perfection is for God." Abu Zeyad shook his head in greeting.
• - "And Mr. Ismail Al-Mansi, the principal of Al-Mutanabbi Elementary School," continued Mr. Arif, and Abu Zeyad shook his head again.
• - "Of course, you must still be wondering what happened, so I'll explain it briefly. Mr. Ismail received a group of cash donations for the school and wanted to deposit them in the school's bank account, so Sameh here," he pointed to the young man, "carried out the necessary procedures as usual, but he mistook the account number and instead of the amount going into the school account, it went into your account, and the truth is that when I learned this, I realized that solving this issue is easy and simple because you are known for your good reputation and your social and financial status."
• - "Well, then what?" Abu Zeyad asked.
• - "Simple, Your Excellency signs this paper," the manager pointed to a piece of paper placed in front of him, "waiving the amount."

Abu Zeyad was silent for a while and then said:

• "I need to look at my statement and make sure that the amount I mentioned is really in the account."
• "This is simple. We pulled a statement for your account dated today and you can look at it." He handed him the papers.

Abu Zeyad took his gold glasses out of his inside coat pocket, put them on his nose, looked at the statement, and said:

"The amount is thirty thousand." He shook his head.

• "Yes, and all you need to do is sign this paper." He pointed to a piece of paper in his hands.

Abu Ziyad thought silently and then slowly said, "O Arif Bey, have you ever seen or heard of anyone in your life who entered the grave and then came out of it?"

The manager smiled in confusion and said, "I really don't understand what you're getting at, please explain."

• "I honestly don't see a single reason why I should return the money and give it away, especially since there is no proof that I got it illegally."

The audience fidgeted in their seats and the manager motioned for silence, trying to recover from the sudden shock he had received. He took a deep breath, trying to clear his head and said:

• "Abu Ziad, you are one of the richest men in this country and this money is for an elementary school, that is, for all our children, and I don't think the amount, no matter how big it is, means anything to you."
• "Everything I said doesn't make me give my money to people, being rich doesn't mean I throw my money on the street, and the fact that the money is for an elementary school should make you more careful not to give it to others, whoever makes a mistake should take responsibility for his mistake."

 The manager sighed, trying to control his temper and said:

"O Abu Ziad, a mistake is a mistake, as they say, and the money is not yours, and if it was transferred to your account by mistake, it does not mean it became yours. It is forbidden money, would you like to eat forbidden money?"

• "Haram money? It is a livelihood that God gave me while I was sitting in my house, and God commanded us to preserve his livelihood, and you want me to give it up just like that, saying it is haram money, then who are you to legalize and prohibit, your bank is all based on usury, so it is all haram in haram in haram in haram."
• "Mr. Aref, I insist on getting the school's money under my legal right and I am not here to ask for favor from anyone." said the school principal who couldn't keep quiet any longer.
• - "Be patient, Mr. Ismail, don't worry, the money will reach you, God willing."
• - "Abu Ziad, you should know that I am dealing with you out of respect for you as a big and old customer, and that I can collect the amount from you by law and sue you in court if necessary, and I don't think you would like the matter to reach the courts." The manager said firmly, addressing Abu Ziad.
• - "That's not true, I haven't done anything that is punishable by law." Abu Zeyad replied calmly and confidently.
• - "Then I advise you to call your lawyer now and confirm what I'm saying because if you walk out of this room without waiving the amount, I will be forced to do what I said earlier."

Abu Ziad was silent for a while, then pulled a cell phone the size of a matchbox out of his pocket and dialed:

"Mr. Faisal Lawyer . . "Mr. Faisal the lawyer?" Abu Zeyad asked, then walked out of the glass room and stood talking by the door with everyone looking at him, he spoke briefly, then hung up the phone, put it back in his pocket and entered the room, smiling and said:

"The mistake is refundable, people. Give me the paper, Arif Bey, please." He signed the paper and addressed Sameh: "It's a lesson for you, my son, to be more careful with people's money in the future, it's elementary school money, our children's money."