18th Oct 2024
Hamza lived in a small town called Baqa. He had a little cat named Whiskers. Whiskers loved to chase birds in the garden. One sunny day, Hamza and Whiskers sat outside. They watched colorful birds fly high in the blue sky.
As Hamza enjoyed the gentle breeze, a bright red bird perched on a nearby branch. Its feathers shimmered like rubies in the sunlight. "Look, Whiskers," Hamza whispered, pointing at the bird. Whiskers twitched his ears and fixed his gaze on the vibrant visitor.
The red bird chirped cheerfully, as if inviting them to join in its song. Suddenly, Whiskers leaped up, but Hamza gently held him back. "Let's just watch for a while," Hamza said softly, not wanting to scare the bird away. The cat relaxed, curling up beside Hamza on the grass.
Just then, a blue jay swooped down and joined the red bird. They seemed to be friends, sharing stories in chirps and whistles. Hamza smiled, feeling a warm happiness spread inside him. "Isn't it amazing how different they are, yet they're friends?" he mused to Whiskers.
As the sun began to set, the birds took off, painting the sky with their colorful flight. Hamza stood up, picking up Whiskers in his arms. "Let's go inside, buddy," he said. As they headed back home, Hamza knew that he and Whiskers had made some new feathered friends today.
