Kareem loved Ramadan with family. "Good deeds multiply," said his teacher. He carried coins to help friends. He bought water for thirsty players. That evening Mama asked, "All gone," and he beamed, "Yes."

Coins and Pride

Morning, Grandma asked, "Bring my glasses?" "Later," Kareem mumbled, tired. Sister pleaded, but he said, "I'm fasting." Baba asked to move a chair; Kareem refused. Outside, he donated and boasted, "I'm great at sadaqah."

Too Tired at Home

Grandma smiled. "Sadaqah isn’t only money." "Begin at home; make life easier." Kareem grew quiet. Sister tugged a heavy toy box. "I’ll help!" he said, and warmth blossomed.

A Gentle Reminder

Kareem set the iftar table. "This is real sadaqah," Mama smiled. He moved Baba’s chair. He wrapped Grandma’s shoulders. Adhan echoed. "Sadaqah is everywhere—home and outside."

Sadaqah Everywhere

A smiling muslim boy in ramadan, who lookes bubbly and happy

A 10 year old asian boy with a smiling face

A 10 year old asian boy with medium-length brown hair, who looks bubbly and happy, smiling in Ramadan

Kareem

A 6 year old asian muslim girl with short brown hair

Kareem's sister

A 30 year old asian hijabi muslim woman with long brown hair

Kareem's mother

kareem grandmother

kareem's father

A 60 year old asian woman with a gentle smile

A 60 year old asian woman with long gray hair, a gentle smile and wearing a soft shawl

Kareem's grandmother

Kareem was ten and loved Ramadan. He enjoyed suhoor with his family, waiting for iftar, and especially giving sadaqah. His teacher had told the class, “Every good deed is multiplied in Ramadan,” so Kareem carried a pouch of coins every day. He gave money to friends who forgot lunch and bought water for boys playing football. Each time, he felt proud.

One evening his mother saw his empty pouch. “All gone?”
“Yes! I gave sadaqah to three people today,” he said happily.

The next morning, his grandmother asked him to bring her glasses. Kareem was tired and said, “Later.” She fetched them herself.
His little sister dropped her crayons. “Kareem, help me?”
“I’m fasting,” he said.
When his father asked him to help move a chair, Kareem said, “Baba, I’m too tired.”

But later, when boys outside were collecting charity money, Kareem rushed to give his coins again. “I’m very good at sadaqah!” he said proudly.

His grandmother smiled and said gently, “Kareem, sadaqah is not only money. It begins at home. Helping your parents, smiling at your sister, making life easier for someone — all of this is sadaqah.”

Kareem felt quiet. He hadn’t done any of that today.

Just then, his sister cried because she couldn’t lift a toy box. Kareem stood up quickly. “I’ll help you!” They cleaned together, and he felt warm inside.

He helped his mother set the iftar table, brought water, and arranged dates. She smiled. “This is real sadaqah.”

He helped his father move the chair and wrapped a shawl around his grandmother when she felt cold.

When the Maghrib adhan echoed, Kareem felt grateful. He looked at his grandmother. “You were right. Sadaqah is everywhere.”

He promised himself: I will give sadaqah outside, but I will also give it at home.