It all started when I was in high school. At the time, I had group of friends and one of my friends was named Akbar. After school time, Akbar asked my permission to drive my car (Jazz with a racing exhaust). Then, he drove my car right in front of the school gate. Incidentally, there was a high school student named Brian who was walking there and at the same time, Akbar intentionally stepped on the gas repeatedly even though I already reminded him not to play with the exhaust.
2 days later after Dhuzur prayers, my uniform was suddenly pulled and dragged by Brian until I slipped. At that time almost all of the high school students were watching. He took me to the bathroom and there were already two people stationed there who began threatening me. Suddenly without any explanation, I was punched really hard on the face. I felt very dizzy right after that and my ears were buzzing. At that time, I expected my friends to come to help, but they did not show up. During the tough time, my family played an instrumental role and assisted me in seeking justice so that such incidents will never happen again (Brian consequentially was expelled from school).
Hopefully this story can be inspire you to conduct a self introspection, to always be kind even though you are badly hurt.