||The Lost Star and the Shepherd Boy||

I hope u all are doing great nd well. Today I'm participating on this contest let's talk about a story .A big thank you to @gertu for creating this wonderful contest! 🌟 It’s been such a joy to share stories nd remember the lessons from my childhood. The CCC community feels like a warm, friendly circle where every story matters. I’m so grateful to be part of a place that keeps our traditions, emotions nd wisdom alive through words.

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Long ago, in a quiet village surrounded by tall mountains, lived a young shepherd boy named Amin. Every day he took his sheep to graze on the green hills, singing songs to pass the time. Amin loved looking at the sky, especially at night when thousands of stars twinkled like little diamonds.

One evening as he sat near a small fire, he noticed something strange a single star was falling from the sky! It didn’t disappear like other shooting stars. Instead, it landed somewhere in the dark forest nearby.

Curious, Amin decided to find it. With his lantern in hand, he entered the forest, hearing only the sound of his own footsteps. After hours of searching, he found not a star, but a tiny, glowing girl with silver hair and a dress made of light.

"I am Luna, a star who lost her way," she whispered. "If I don’t return to the sky before sunrise, I’ll fade away forever."

Amin’s heart raced. He had to help her! But how? Then he remembered an old tale if someone pure of heart climbs the highest mountain nd holds a star under the open sky, it can fly back home.

Without wasting time, Amin carried Luna in his arms nd began climbing the Great Eagle Mountain the tallest peak in the land. The journey was dangerous strong winds pushed him nd sharp rocks cut his feet. But he didn’t stop.

Just as the first light of dawn appeared, Amin reached the top. He lifted Luna high nd suddenly her glow became brighter than ever! With a happy laugh she floated up higher nd higher until she joined her star family in the sky.

Before disappearing, Luna dropped a small shining stone into Amin’s hand. "For your kindness," her voice echoed.

Years later, Amin became the village storyteller. He always ended his tales by showing the glowing stone nd saying, "Kindness is never wasted it always finds its way back, like a lost star returning home."

I'm inviting @muhammadalizeb @mustafa001
& @mairarizwan for there participation.!

Regards,
@sakeenazaffar ✍️🏻