Rashid’s Wish: Strength Amidst the Ruins

Little Rashid sat amidst the rubble, clutching a stick he’d picked up, his face solemn. His home once stood here, a warm place he shared with his family. But now, all that remained were cold stones and broken walls. He didn’t cry; he just sat there quietly, as if waiting for something, or perhaps already accepting what had happened.

There was a resilience in Rashid’s eyes that went beyond his years. He held the stick tightly, as if it was his last source of strength. In this shattered world, young Rashid had learned to be strong. He remained seated, gazing into the distance, holding onto a simple wish in his heart: to have a place he could call home, somewhere he wouldn’t have to be afraid.