With great speed, I started climbing the stairs. As I was almost on the split, my foot slipped backward and I lurked forward. All of a sudden, my whole world faded to black, however the troublesome cry from deep down Hashim’s throat snapped me back to reality. Meanwhile, he had slipped out of my hands on the platform and his back had hit the edge of the stairs. Fast as light, I picked myself up with a sense of panic rather than pain. With trembling hands, I tried to pick him up and ran to my room, but he rolled out of my hands once again with his face buried in the floor. It was that moment that I realized I had caused him pain since I detested doing a task for him that he was unable to do himself. Every part of me was taken over by guilt as I gently picked him up and started climbing the rest of the stairs, slowly and calmly. That was one moment where I knew I should be panicking instead of being calm, but I was aware of the fact that if I panicked anymore. I might end up being responsible for the worst that could