11th Jan 2025
A long time ago, in a small village, lived a boy named Malik. He would often gaze at the bright sun and whisper, "I want to touch it! I have a dream of being a great painter!" One sunny day, he got an enormous canvas, stretched it out, and imagined all the colors of his dreams splashing on it. But, as days went by, a tall wall rose slowly between Malik and his dreams. "Why can’t I reach the sun?" he sighed, with sadness in his heart.
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Malik lay on the ground, feeling the shadow of the wall surrounding him. He looked at his hands, the dark hands that held his paintbrush, and shouted, "I will break this wall! I will find my dream!" With every brushstroke on the canvas, he imagined shattering the darkness. The colors danced to life around him, whirling into a thousand lights of sun. "Look! My dreams are here! I can feel the warmth!" With determination in his heart, Malik knew he would paint his way to the bright light beyond the wall.
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