A Sky Without Borders

A Sky Without Borders

In a quiet village nestled between green hills and silver rivers, there lived a boy named Arian. Every night, he would lie on the roof of his family’s mud-brick house, eyes fixed on the sky, dreaming of the world beyond the stars. Though his home was small, his dreams were endless—unbound by fences, flags, or the lines drawn on maps. He believed the sky was a place without borders, a place where all souls were equal and free.

Arian’s father was a farmer who worked hard from dawn till dusk. His mother made beautiful rugs, her fingers weaving patterns that told stories older than the mountains. They didn’t have much, but they had love, and they taught Arian the values of kindness, honesty, and hope. Still, Arian often wondered why the world beyond his village was so divided. Why were people separated by nationality, language, or skin? Why did fear and hate often rule where love and understanding could bloom?

One evening, as a storm rolled over the valley, Arian took shelter in the attic. There, hidden in an old trunk, he found a dusty book written in many languages. It was a journal filled with dreams and messages from children across the globe—each page a voice from a distant place. There were drawings of flying birds, poems about peace, and stories of courage from places Arian had never heard of.

He read a message from Leila in Syria, who dreamed of playing in a field without hearing bombs. He saw a sketch from Kenji in Japan, showing a paper crane flying above mountains. There was a short poem from Amina in Somalia about laughter being the same in every language. These children, scattered across continents, were dreaming the same dream—a world united under one sky.

Arian decided he would add his own message to the journal. With careful handwriting, he wrote:

“Even though I cannot cross oceans or climb high walls, I can send my dreams across the sky. One day, we will all look up and see the same stars, knowing we are not so different after all.”

He shared the book with his teacher, who was deeply moved. Soon, the whole school joined in, each student writing a message of peace, drawing symbols of unity, and imagining a world without fear. The journal grew so full that they had to create new volumes.

News of the journal spread beyond the village. People from different countries contributed, writing in their own languages, sharing childhood memories, dreams for the future, and prayers for peace. Arian’s small idea became a global movement—“The Sky Without Borders Project”—a living testimony that the hearts of children could build bridges where politics had built walls.

Years later, Arian stood on a stage at an international peace conference. No longer a boy, but a young man with the same sparkle in his eyes. Holding the original journal in his hands, he spoke to a crowd of thousands.

“We all share the same sky. We all dream under it. And just like the sky, love and hope don’t recognize borders. If we can teach our children to dream together, perhaps the world will finally learn to live together.”

As he finished, the crowd rose in applause—not for him alone, but for the dream that began on a quiet night, under a borderless sky.

And somewhere, far from the noise of speeches and lights, a child lay on a rooftop, eyes lifted to the stars, dreaming the same dream.

This is a Dream of a boy who wants to Unite the world beneath the stars.