8th Aug 2025
In a colorful garden filled with blooming flowers, a curious girl named Salma, with dark brown hair in a ponytail, stood with a stick in hand. "What could be hiding in our garden today?" she wondered, her blue jeans and white floral shirt bright under the warm morning sun. As she looked, the grass tickled her ankles, and the scent of fresh blooms danced around her listening ears. Every corner of this little paradise felt alive, waiting for Salma to uncover its secrets. Her heart raced with excitement and curiosity as she roamed beneath the wooden fence, searching for something magical.
Kneeling beside a large, unusual stone, Salma touched its dark surface, her fingers brushing against the moss. In that gentle moment, a thought sparked in her mind. "What if there’s treasure beneath this rock?" With determination, she pushed with all her might. The stone gave way to a dusty, wooden box partially hidden below. With trembling fingers, Salma opened the box and gasped at its contents—a faded notebook whispering secrets of creativity and dreams. As sunlight kissed her amazed face, she felt warmth and inspiration lighting her heart.
Salma took a deep breath, her eyes wide with wonder as she gently lifted the notebook from its resting place. The cover was embroidered with golden vines, almost as if they were telling their own story. "Who wrote this?" she murmured, turning the pages delicately. Each leaf was covered in colorful drawings and poems, each word and image sparking with imagination and life. It seemed as though the book was a bridge to a world where dreams and reality danced together.
Feeling a tingle of magic in her fingertips, Salma sat cross-legged on the grass, the cool earth grounding her excitement. She eagerly read the first poem, which spoke of a secret garden where courage blooms alongside the flowers. Inspired, she realized the secret treasure was not just the notebook, but the voice within her waiting to be heard. Ideas fluttered in her mind like butterflies, eager to take flight and color her world with new stories.
With a smile as bright as the sun above, Salma hugged the notebook close, feeling a connection to its mysterious creator. "This will be my garden of dreams," she decided, vowing to nurture her own seeds of creativity. As she looked around, the garden seemed more vibrant than ever, every blossom a part of her unfolding adventure. With renewed purpose, she skipped toward her house, ready to share her newfound treasure with the world.
