The Boy Who Loved Too Much
In a city where individualism reigned supreme, where parents were seen as mere advisors rather than guides, lived a boy named Yusuf. He was fourteen, a quiet soul with dark eyes that held deep thoughts. His home was his sanctuary, a place where love was spoken in the language of care and respect. His mother, Amina, was the warmth of the house, always ready with a gentle hand and wise words. His father, Farid, was his pillar, strong and steady, guiding him with firm but loving discipline. And then there was his little sister, Leila, a bundle of joy with giggles like the morning breeze.
