19th Jan 2026
Once upon a time in Kurdistan, there lived a little girl named Zina. Every year, she waited for Nawroze, the time of new beginnings. "Mama, is it Nawroze yet?" Zina would ask with bright eyes. Her mother smiled and replied, "Soon, my dear! It is the day we celebrate spring's arrival and our new year!" Zina felt excited as she imagined colorful flowers blooming and people dancing in the streets.
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On the day of Nawroze, the sun shone brightly. Zina wore a beautiful dress with patterns of flowers. Her family gathered outside, and her father shouted, "Let the celebrations begin!" Everyone sang joyfully, and fireworks lit up the sky. Zina danced with her friends, twirling around, feeling happy and free. They lit bonfires to celebrate the warmth of spring and hope for the future. She shouted, "Happy Nawroze!" and everyone echoed, "Happy Nawroze!" Zina knew this was a special day, a day to remember forever.
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