There was a small village where a young man named Fadi lived. He was always tense and nervous, constantly feeling like people were talking about him or watching him—although in reality, no one cared about him or was paying attention. Fadi used to misinterpret every situation. If he saw two people sitting together laughing and talking, he would say: “They’re definitely talking about me.” And if someone accidentally looked at him, he would feel exposed or as if he had been caught doing something wrong, even though nothing was happening. His mother always told him: “My son, calm down. People have their own lives and are not busy thinking about you.” But he insisted that everything around him was related to him. One day, someone in the village lost their wallet and started asking people if anyone had seen it. As soon as Fadi heard, he became nervous and started avoiding people and changing his place, as if afraid someone would question him. Abu Al-Abd, who was sitting at the café, noticed him and said: “What’s wrong with you, man? You look like you’ve been caught doing something!” Fadi quickly replied: “Nothing, why?” Abu Al-Abd said: “He who feels guilty, feels it.” After that, Fadi started paying attention to himself. He realized that he was the one causing suspicion about himself, and that people weren’t as focused on him as he thought. He also understood that the problem was not with people, but in the way he was interpreting