ayub wazir

“A forgotten boy, a broken bear, and a smile that lit up the world.”

“A forgotten boy, a broken bear, and a smile that lit up the world.” The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting a golden-orange glow over the wasteland that stretched for miles. A soft breeze whispered through the trash-strewn mounds, stirring old papers and plastic wrappers as if they carried forgotten secrets. Amidst this chaos stood a small boy—barefoot, dusty, and thin, yet smiling as though he had everything.