22nd Apr 2025
In a small village far from the noise of the cities, a boy named Salim was born. Everyone noticed that Salim didn't speak much, but when he did, his deep words and wise ideas amazed all. One sunny day, two villagers argued loudly, fighting over the borders of their lands. Salim watched, his eyes wide, until he finally said, 'Why fight? I have an idea! Why not plant a tree on the boundary? It can keep you cool and both benefit from its shade!' He looked at the crowd, hoping they'd listen.
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The villagers turned to Salim, surprised by his suggestion. 'A tree?' one of them asked, raising an eyebrow. Salim nodded, smiling. 'Yes! The tree will grow tall, and its branches will provide shade for both lands. Instead of fighting over a line, you will share something beautiful!' The crowd murmured—could it really work?
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Salim's words hung in the air like the sweet scent of blooming flowers. The two men looked at each other, their frowns slowly fading. 'You know, that makes a lot of sense,' the first man said. His voice was calmer now. 'A tree would make this border a friendly place!' The second man smiled, 'Yes, let's grow something together.'
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The villagers clapped for Salim, amazed at the wisdom in his young heart. A little boy standing tall among the grown-ups like a tree with strong roots. They agreed to plant the tree immediately. The men grabbed shovels and started digging, while others gathered seeds from nearby orchards. Excitement buzzed in the air as they worked together for this new beginning.
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Days passed. They watered the tree, singing songs, laughing, and sharing stories. It was hard work, but the joy of friendship filled their hearts. Finally, the tree began to sprout. Its leaves danced in the sunlight, welcoming the birds and butterflies. Salim watched, a big smile on his face, knowing he had helped create something special.
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Seasons changed, and as the tree grew, so did the friendship between the two men. The shade became a meeting place for villagers, where they would share meals, stories, and laughter. Salim was always there, sitting quietly beneath the branches, listening and thinking. Parents would tell their children, 'See that tree? It grew from a wise boy's words!'
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One day, as the village celebrated beneath the tree, someone asked Salim, 'How did you become so wise, little one?' Salim thought for a moment, then replied, 'I listen to the wind, the trees, and the songs of the birds. Nature teaches us many things if we open our hearts.' The villagers nodded, understanding the power of his words.
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As time went by, Salim became known as 'the little wise one' around the village. The tree stood tall and proud, a symbol of what can happen when love and cooperation overcome anger and disputes. Salim would often sit under its wide branches, dreaming of more ways to make his village a better place.
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Years later, the tree reached high into the sky, its branches spreading wide. Salim, now a young man, smiled as he watched children play in its shade. He knew that kindness always wins, and that wisdom could come from the quietest voices. 'Thank you, old friend,' he whispered to the tree, grateful for the lessons it had given.
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And so, the story of Salim, the wise little boy, continued to inspire generations, reminding everyone that great wisdom often comes from the hearts of the young.
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