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 Little Shad was standing outside the big iron gate to his house for the first time in his life, at age four. His little fingers held onto the bars and his eyes seemed to be standing at the doorstep of a new world. He'd known only these four walls, where he could hear all of his familiar sounds. The sound of his mother calling him, the whir of the fan and the clinking of their eating utensils. That's all he knew. However, today, outside the gate, he could hear something different. It was all new to him: the roar of cars on the road, the giggling of children, further away, the call of the vegetable man, “Buy potatoes!” He looked at her with astonishment. With every sound, it felt as though his heart skipped a beat. Slowly, he pushed the gate open a little. It was a cool breeze that brushed his face. This was a dream moment for him. He stepped out, stepped out. Then he awoke to the immense and multicolored world. He spotted the children playing nearby. There was a smile on his fa...

  Rashid opened the car door and helped Rehan out. Rehan had been unwell for several days. They had tried some home remedies and even visited local, unqualified doctors, but his condition didn’t improve. So Rashid thought, "Let’s go to the city and consult a specialist." With that thought, Rashid brought Rehan to the city, hoping to get proper treatment. After completing the OPD formalities at the hospital, they still had two hours left before their appointment. Rashid thought, " There’s still time, why not have something to eat?" Rehan agreed. They took the elevator to the first floor, where the hospital canteen was located. They had brought a tiffin from home and also ordered a few items from the canteen. Sitting at a table, they began eating. "I don’t know what illness this is or when it will leave me," Rehan said irritably. "Everything will be fine, my brother," Rashid reassured him. Rashid was Rehan’s younger brother. Their pare...

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 ...