In the dim morning light, Rahmah, a 12-year-old girl, woke up earlier than usual. After performing her ablutions and putting on her prayer clothes, she walked toward the small mosque in her village. After completing the dawn prayer, Rahmah stepped outside and felt the peaceful, cool morning air. In the eastern sky, soft colors began to emerge at the horizon, a sign that the sun was about to rise. Rahmah smiled gently, savoring the calmness that always filled her as she awaited the arrival of dawn. Once she carefully folded her prayer clothes, Rahmah walked along the path toward the fishpond on the edge of the village. Watching the sunrise from here had become a beloved routine for her. Every time the sun rose, hues of orange and pink painted the sky, creating a breathtaking view on the pond’s still surface. To Rahmah, the sunrise was a small miracle that never failed to bring peace and happiness to her heart. That...
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