“the dreamer,”

 “The Dreamer,”

Writing book: Milon Khan

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There once was a man named Karim who lived in a small town. People knew him as “the dreamer,” because instead of working like others, he spent his days drawing strange inventions in the sand, carving little figures from wood, and telling children stories that made them laugh and wonder.

One day, while walking through the market, Karim saw an old broken cart that no one wanted. Where others saw junk, he saw possibility. He brought it home, repaired it with ropes, bamboo, and wheels from an abandoned bicycle. Soon, the cart wasn’t just a cart anymore—it was a moving puppet theater.

Children from the whole town gathered to watch Karim’s little wooden puppets dance and tell stories. The laughter spread, and even the serious merchants stopped to watch. His creativity turned an empty, forgotten cart into a stage of joy.

Years later, when people spoke of Karim, they didn’t remember him as “the dreamer” in a mocking way, but as “the man who taught us to see the world with new eyes.”

Nest Story : part 2

In a small fishing village by the sea, there lived a man named Rafiq. He didn’t catch fish like others.
He didn’t sell goods in the market. Rafiq painted. But he had no canvas, no brushes, no colors.
So he painted with whatever he found— seashells, flower petals, even bits of charcoal. Children often gathered to watch, their eyes wide with wonder. “Why waste time?” the villagers scolded. “Paintings can’t fill a hungry belly.” But Rafiq only smiled. In his heart, he knew art could feed the soul.One evening, a great storm rolled in. The sky grew dark, the waves crashed high, and fear filled the village.When the storm passed, the village was left gloomy and quiet. The boats were safe, but hearts felt heavy. Rafiq picked up broken wood from the shore.He painted on it with seaweed and crushed flowers. Soon, he created bright, bold pictures— a golden sun, smiling children and colorful birds soaring across the sky. He placed the paintings along the beach path. The villagers stopped, one by one,
drawn by the colors shining against the grey sand. The children laughed again. The elders nodded with teary eyes. The market filled with chatter and smiles. “Rafiq painted back our joy,” they whispered.
“He painted hope when we had none.”From that day, Rafiq was no longer just the strange man who painted seashells. He became known as The Painter of the Sky. And whenever storms came again,
the villagers remembered— Even in the darkest times, a little creativity can bring back the light.For colors live not only on walls or canvas, but in the hearts of those who dare to share their gifts.