6th Jan 2025
In a small village in Algeria, a little girl named Amara sat on her doorstep watching the sunset. "Why can’t everyone just be friends?" she asked her grandmother, her brown eyes filled with curiosity. Her grandmother smiled softly, brushing her gray hair back. "Amara, war can’t take away our dreams of peace. Let’s imagine a world without it,” she replied, her voice gentle and warm. That night, Amara closed her eyes and dreamed of a colorful garden where children from all backgrounds played together, sharing laughter and love.
The garden in Amara's dream was filled with bright flowers, tall trees, and a sparkling stream. Suddenly, children began to appear, smiling and laughing together. Amara called out, "Come play with me!" They played tag and hide-and-seek, forgetting the worries that plagued their homes. In this magical place, everyone danced, sang, and shared stories about their cultures, building bridges of friendship. As dawn approached, Amara woke up, knowing she had to share her dream with her village—maybe, just maybe, it could inspire others to seek peace.
The next morning, Amara raced to the village square, her heart brimming with excitement. She gathered her friends and began to share the wonders of her dream. 'Imagine a place where we're all friends, no matter where we're from!' she exclaimed. Her friends listened intently, their eyes wide with wonder, and soon their imaginations soared. They decided to create their own garden, right there in the square, planting seeds of hope and friendship.
As the days passed, the garden began to bloom with the energy of the children's shared dreams. Each child brought a piece of their culture to the garden—music, food, and stories that painted the air with harmony. Neighbors passing by couldn't help but stop and smile, touched by the laughter and unity that blossomed there. Amara's grandmother watched from her doorstep, her heart swelling with pride as the once quiet village buzzed with the spirit of togetherness.
One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, the villagers gathered in the garden, their faces glowing with hope. Amara stood among them, her eyes reflecting the colorful sunset, grateful for the dream that had sparked such change. 'We've built something beautiful,' her grandmother whispered, wrapping an arm around Amara. In that peaceful garden, with laughter echoing in the air, Amara knew that her dream was now a beacon, guiding her village toward a brighter, more united future.
