By Farhat Yasir Fourteen-year-old Maryam had a notebook filled with dreams. On the first page, she had written: "One day, I will become an architect and build homes that make people feel safe." She loved drawing beautiful buildings, reading books, and solving puzzles. Every teacher believed she had a bright future. One afternoon, while organizing her school bag, her younger brother picked up the notebook. "What are these?" he asked. "My dreams," Maryam smiled. Her grandmother

Eleven-yeairr-old Ethan lived in a small village surrounded by green hills and tall oak trees. He wasn't the fastest runner, the smartest student, or the strongest boy in his class. In fact, many people barely noticed him. But Ethan had one special habit. Every Saturday morning, he carried a small bag filled with tiny tree seedlings. He would walk along empty roads, riverbanks, and dusty fields, planting one tree after another. His friends laughed. "Why waste your weekends?"

At the edge of a quiet village lived a twelve-year-old boy named Adam. He loved drawing more than anything else. Every afternoon after school, he would sit under a large mango tree with a notebook and a small pencil. His dream was simple—one day, he wanted to become an artist whose work would inspire people around the world. But there was one problem. Adam believed he wasn't talented enough. Whenever he looked at the drawings of other students, he felt discouraged. Their pict

وہ وقت کا میرا ایک بہترین تحفہ ہے۔وہ پل بھی ہے، وہ احساس بھی ہے، ایک خوبصورت سا راز بھی ہے جو میرے دل میں ہمیشہ محفوظ ہے۔ وہ ایک چھپا ہوا، حسین لمحہ ہے جس کے احساس سے میری زندگی خوشگوار محسوس ہوتی ہے۔ کہتے ہیں محبت ایک بار ہوتی ہے اور پیار بار بار ہو جاتا ہے، لیکن میں یہ کہتی ہوں کہ محبت دوبارہ بھی ہو سکتی ہے، مگر عشق صرف ایک بار ہوتا ہے۔ جب عشق ہو جائے تو پھر جسم، روح، دل اور دھڑکن سب ایک ہو جاتے ہیں۔ عشق وہ کیفیت ہے جس میں اگر روح نکلے تو اسی کے ساتھ جان بھی نکلتی محسوس ہوت

The small town of Green Valley was known for its quiet streets, colorful gardens, and a giant banyan tree that stood in the middle of the village park. Every evening, children gathered there to play, but among them, two boys were always together—Aariz and Hamza. They met when they were just six years old. Aariz was shy and hardly spoke to anyone, while Hamza was cheerful and could make friends with anyone in minutes. On Aariz's first day at school, a few older boys teased him