11th Feb 2025
In a small village, Aini lived happily with her grandmother, Abla. Every evening, after a long day of playing lawyer and helping villagers, Abla would sit on the porch and say, "Aini, my dear, Ramadan is coming soon! We must prepare for the moonlight feast!" Aini's eyes sparkled with excitement as she replied, "Oh, I can't wait! I want to help everyone in the village!" Abla smiled, brushing Aini's hair gently, filled with love as they shared stories of the past, making their hearts dance like fireflies in the twilight.
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One night, while lying on a soft mat, Aini was puzzled and asked, "Grandmother, when will we see the moon of Ramadan?" Abla chuckled softly, "Soon, my dear. When the moon shines bright, it will light our way to joy!" With that promise of adventure, Aini dreamed of preparing for the village feast, collecting sweet dates and bright lanterns. The next day, she eagerly went to the market with Abla, giggling as they picked out the best treats. Aini felt grateful as she saw her village bustling with happiness, making new friends, while the stars twinkled above, as if celebrating Ramadan with them.
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