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  Today was a very important day for Michael — it was his wedding anniversary. Seven years ago, on June 30th, he married Catherine. Since that day, his life changed completely. He found a loving partner who truly cared for him, and together they built a happy life. Two years after their marriage, they became parents to twins — a baby girl and a baby boy. The arrival of their children filled Michael and Catherine’s life with joy and colour. Now, Michael celebrates his anniversary every year, but this time, the plan was different. He decided to celebrate it away from the city , in the mountain ranges surrounded by beautiful natural sights . Michael has always been passionate about nature. During his college days, he often planned trips to natural spots because the adventure of the wild gave him a unique thrill . But even in his joy, he remains conscious of protecting nature .   He makes sure not to do anything that could harm the environment. He uses eco-friendly f...

  In the forest, it was a common habit among the animals to gather every morning, share stories, and enjoy each other’s company before heading out to search for food. As usual, they gathered at their favourite meeting spot today. The parrot was the first to speak. The parrot squawked loudly, "Good morning, friends!" "Good morning, my dear friend," the rhinoceros grunted in his deep voice. "Friends, how are you?" the parrot screeched, "Kreeek!" "Fine!" the monkey replied, excitedly chattering, "Kiki-Kiki!" The rabbit looked at the monkey, his big eyes wide and shining. "It feels like Monkey is very happy today," the rabbit said, hopping in a circle. "Yes, I attended my friend’s wedding party last night in the neighbouring forest," said the monkey proudly. "There was very tasty food — I really enjoyed it!" Suddenly, the crow cawed sharply and asked, "Enjoyed it… or ended ...

  "What have you done for us?" Oliver said loudly. "You don’t give us good food, the education we get is poor, and now you’re even neglecting my pocket money! I’m a college student, Dad — I need a comfortable life, but you..." He stopped mid-sentence, but his expression said everything. Joseph staggered, feeling as if his legs had no strength left. He gathered himself and sat down near the chair. He couldn’t believe his son had spoken to him so rudely. He was left speechless — no words, no sound. His wife, Sophia, came quickly, looking worried. “What happened, Oliver?” she asked. But Oliver ignored his mother and walked away angrily. “Are you alright, Joseph?” Sophia asked, bending down beside him. “Yeah,” Joseph replied weakly and with pain in his voice. “I’ll get you a glass of water,” she said quickly, hurrying away. Joseph slowly gathered his tired, aging body and leaned back into a resting position. He closed his eyes — and his mind drifted thirty ...

  A small cat was searching for food. For the last two days, she hadn’t eaten enough, and now she felt weak. Her usual energy and playfulness were gone. She quietly walked into the kitchen, hoping to find a pot of milk — but she wasn’t successful. "Oh..." she let out a soft, sad sound. Today, the kitchen owner had kept the milk in a safe place. The little cat looked around with her big, hopeful eyes. Last week, the owner had forgotten to put the milk away — and the cat had happily finished it all. It had been so tasty , she still remembered the flavour. Thinking about it now, her mouth filled with water. And now, her hunger had grown even more . She could barely walk properly because of weakness. But suddenly, her eyes lit up — She had spotted a small mouse ! The small mouse had already seen the cat. He stopped at a safe distance and said politely, “Greetings, Cat Aunty.” After hearing the word “Aunty” from the mouse, the cat felt a wave of anger insid...

  “What should I do now?” he whispered in his heart. For the past three months, he had been trying to earn from online sources, but the result was still zero. In truth, he never earned much offline either. It was on the suggestion of his friends that he decided to try online platforms — because he had a skill. He could write stories. And he was good at it. Writing had always been more than just a skill — it was his hobby , his passion . He had been writing since Class 7 , when he was just a boy with a notebook full of feelings. Back then, he wrote for the love of words. But now, he picked up the pen for a different reason — to earn , to solve his life’s daily needs. And to meet this need, he began writing stories once again — not just for passion, but for purpose. He created a blog to publish his stories and try to earn from them. So far, he had shared around ten heartfelt stories — each carrying a valuable message, deep emotions, and moral lessons. To bring tr...

  Rehan was getting ready for school. He checked the timetable for the day and arranged his subject books and notes accordingly. His mother had already prepared his tiffin and filled his metal water bottle. Rehan studied in Class 8, and his school operated in the morning shift. So, he woke up early every day. He was a bright student, and all the teachers praised him for his dedication and performance. Rehan was well aware of the importance of school performance, and he always tried his best. For this reason, he created a study timetable and followed it with great dedication. Apart from studies, he was also interested in playing cricket and football. He even enjoyed writing short stories and poems. “Rehan, haven’t you left for school yet? ” Grandpa called out. “ Yes, Grandpa, I’m ready now, ” Rehan replied. “ Son, take the bicycle, ” Grandpa suggested. “ No, Grandpa, ” Rehan smiled. “ My school is just 1 kilometre away. I enjoy walking there. ” Every member of Rehan’s ...

  John was the owner of a shop called "Daily Needs." The shop was well-known in the area because it offered everything customers needed, always with the best quality. John had firmly decided never to compromise on quality, as he believed that playing with customers’ health just to earn more was unacceptable. The customers appreciated this commitment and trusted the shop, often waiting eagerly for it to open. In business, discipline is essential—many people rely on you, so it's important not to waste their time. It was clear in John's mind that he should always value others' time, so he consistently opened and closed the shop according to the set timings. He also arranged facilities for waiting customers and elderly people by setting up proper seating arrangements. He often offered discounts and introduced special schemes for regular customers. Despite maintaining the best quality, John always listened to everyone carefully and spoke politely with a smile. Becaus...

  “Can you imagine what surprise our children have prepared?” Joseph asked, looking toward Mary. Mary smiled gently. She placed the teacup on the table and replied, “Of course not. I have no idea — they haven’t shared anything about it.” Joseph leaned back in his chair and said with a sigh, “I’m worried.” Mary reassured him softly, “Don’t worry, Joseph. They always think of the best.” Marry paused, then said, “Yes... though I did overhear them whisper something about a ‘new home.’” “What?” Joseph suddenly exclaimed, his voice louder than he intended. Startled, Mary stared at him. “What happened?” she asked. Joseph quickly composed himself. “No... nothing,” he said, trying to hide the concern in his eyes. “Okay Mary, make me some breakfast. I’m feeling hungry,” Joseph said. “Fine, I’ll be quick,” Mary smiled, then walked toward the kitchen. As she left, Joseph sat still, lost in thought. A few days earlier, he had met his old friend Smith , after ...

By: Danish After school was over, I started walking home. I thought, why not pass through the market and buy a few essential items on the way? As I was passing through the market, I noticed someone trying to hide after seeing me. I looked closely and saw that it was my student, Salman . I remembered that his father owned a vegetable shop. Perhaps his father had gone out, and Salman was managing the shop in his absence. He seemed shy after noticing me. I walked toward his shop. He greeted me shyly, “Assalamualaikum, Sir.” I replied warmly, “Wa Alaikum Assalam. How are you, son? And where is your father?” “I’m fine, Sir. My father has gone out for some important work,” he replied, still looking shy. I smiled and said, Look, son, it feels good to see you helping your father with his work. And remember — when we work hard for something good, we should never feel shy or ashamed. No work is small. It’s better to work hard than to do something wrong. But yes, son, along w...

  While walking on the road, my eyes fell on a child sitting on a bench. He looked very serious - his hair was messy, his face sad, and his searching eyes created a strange sense of suspense I gently approached him and asked with care, "What happened, son?" He looked at me strangely, then replied with irritation, "Nothing, uncle... my internet pack is over." Saying this, he walked away - and I stood there, lost in thought, silently watching him go. By : Danish Support me: https://paypal.me/worldstories?country.x=IN&locale.x=en_GB

  He had been traveling from far away. Along the journey, he experienced many new things — some joyful, some deeply sorrowful. He began reflecting on his own life: What is my life, really? It had just begun. He was free. Though his existence was small, he was happy — content with himself and the world around him. He wondered, What lies ahead? Will my free existence remain? Will I still be able to play like I used to — freely, joyfully? Slowly, the distance to his destination grew shorter. He was on a journey, unaware of his destination — Where would he go? What kind of place would it be? What kind of companions would he meet? He had no idea. His home was now far behind. He felt a pang of sorrow — separated from his parents, his friends... moving forward through a vast emptiness. Gradually, a strange feeling crept over him. Perhaps the destination was near. He began to hear a soft sound — a kind of hum. He felt as though his existence was about to end...

  One warm summer night, a boy sat quietly in front of his small home, built from branches, dry leaves, and plant waste. The air was still, and the stars shimmered above him. Though his surroundings were poor, his heart was full of quiet thoughts. Suddenly, the boy looked up at the moon and whispered to himself: "The moon is so bright and beautiful... but I’m dark. I’m ugly." Tears welled up in his eyes as he began to cry.From high above, the gentle moon noticed the boy's sorrow and softly called out: "Dear boy..." Startled by the voice, the boy ran inside. But the moon’s kind words followed him: "Dear boy, please stop." He paused. Slowly, he turned around and looked at the moon with wide, tearful eyes. The moon asked, "Why were you crying, dear boy?" The boy replied with a trembling voice, "You are beautiful… but I’m not. I’m just an  ugly boy." The moon smiled warmly and said, "My dear child, it is not my beauty ...

  One evening, around six o’clock, a bird let out a loud cry and landed on the wall in front of my house. I wasn’t sure why it made that sound, but I watched it curiously. In front of my house, there is a small garden filled with different kinds of plants. On the garden wall, birds often come to rest. I’ve placed a bowl of food and a pot of water there to welcome them. After eating and drinking, the birds usually sing cheerful songs. It feelsas if they are expressing their happiness and gratitude. But that evening, when I looked at the wall, I noticed there was no food or water left. Wondering why the bird had cried out, I checked the temperature—it had crossed 45 degrees. It was an extremely hot day. I whispered to myself and realized that the bird must be suffering from the heat. I could feel its pain. I hurried to refill the bowl with fresh food and the pot with cool water. After eating and drinking, the bird flew away, letting out a soft sound, as if singing a gentl...

  The car broke down in a desolate and eerie place, and to make matters worse, the sun had just set. Slowly, darkness crept in, and the place began to feel even more mysterious and haunting. Silence surrounded me — only the sound of crickets and the whisper of the wind could be heard. My heart was restless, but thankfully, both the car and mobile phone batteries were chargedI quickly called my true friend. He listened calmly, reassured me, and immediately set out to help. As I stood there alone, I realized something important — in life, having a true friend is one of the greatest blessings . A friend who understands the worry in your voice, who doesn’t need words to know you need them, and who shows up without hesitation. After a little while, I saw headlights approaching through the darkness — it washim. No complaints, no questions — just a comforting smile and a hand on my shoulder, full of support. That night didn’t just teach me about fear — it taught me to believe in...