In a peaceful village lived a young man named Aryan and his father, Samuel. Samuel was a respected elder known for his wisdom. One evening, Aryan's friend, Leo, approached him with a mischievous grin. "Aryan, come to the celebration tonight! We are going to drink palm wine. It makes everything feel magical!" Leo urged.
Aryan felt uneasy. When he returned home, he saw Samuel sitting calmly by the lamp, reading. "Father," Aryan asked hesitantly, "is it really wrong to drink with friends?"
Samuel looked at him with kind, serious eyes. "My son, a person who sleeps all day is like one who is already dead. Similarly, those who consume alcohol are like those who swallow poison. It doesn't just hurt the body; it clouds the mind and destroys the soul."
The next morning, Aryan saw Leo stumbling through the village, pale and shivering from a terrible headache, unable to even hold a cup. Seeing his friend's condition, Aryan realized that the 'magic' Leo spoke of was actually a slow poison. He chose to stay alert and wise, valuing his health and clarity of mind above all else.
