While I was on my way back from the university and while I was walking through the central station, I noticed the expressions on the faces of some people..... When I got off the bus I saw an old man selling soap, his expression was full of sadness and weakness... I said to myself how he arrived to The case of the person selling soap when he is over sixty years old, and what is his story.... Did his sons leave him? And does he have a son in the first place? .... And does he have a wife? And if I he have where she is and will I be like him one day? And will those around me abandon me.... All these questions crossed my mind and I did not find the answer.... But the only apparent thing that I can judge by is his face  that face filled with sadness, pain ..... So I prayed to God to strengthen him And give him good luck..... and while was lost in this old man’s features. I saw another face…..a woman in the prime of life… carrying a child….. her face shows weakness and bewilderment….Where is the father of This child ?.... Should I leave my wife begging the people to beg to get food to satisfy her hunger and that of my son.... What kind of father is this!?... But I thought a little and said to myself: Maybe her husband died .... Perhaps he is ill .... But where are her relatives and her father, where are her brothers!? ..... So I thanked God for the blessing of the father and the mother and the righteous family...... And while I was thinking about that, About his unknown future, I heard a voice calling... My son, my son!... So I looked in the direction from which the sound came, and I saw an old man selling water... He had a white beard... He had a bright smile full of kindness.... A pure smile. .... A smile was his only weapon to face life .... He told me to come closer .... So I approached .... He said to me: What are you studying .... I told him computer engineering .... He said to me: I  had a son of the same age as you..... He was studying at the University of Sudan and I was proud of him, but he died in a traffic accident several years ago.... So I said it was God's will.... He said to me: Yes, all of this is for good, but the thing is What puzzled me was his smiling and laughing facial expressions, the smile that was etched on his face with the passage of time..... That steadfast face satisfied with God's decree.... So I took a short conversation that ended with saying: May God grant you success, my son........ I got on the bus thinking about these three people and their stories and I said to myself that. Everyone  have a story....sometimes cruel, sometimes nice sometimes happy and sometimes sad.....how would M y story be!?