🌌 The Boy Who Spoke to Stars

Every night, Sami climbed onto the roof of his family’s small house in the village. While others slept, he would lie back with his hands behind his head and speak to the stars.

He didn’t know where the words came from. Only that they came. In whispers. In hopes. In questions he didn’t dare ask out loud during the day.

“Do dreams get lost, too?” he once asked the stars.

They didn’t answer, but the sky shimmered like it had heard him.

Sami’s father had been a quiet man. A farmer. A realist. He didn’t believe in stars, wishes, or things you couldn’t hold in your hands. When he passed away, he left behind calloused hands, silence… and a boy full of unspoken questions.

The first time Sami spoke to the sky after the funeral, he whispered, “Are you up there, Baba?”

That night, the brightest star blinked—once, twice—like a nod.

From that moment on, Sami never missed a night.

People in the village began to say strange things. That the boy on the roof was talking to ghosts. That he was not right in the head. But his mother, who saw the peace in her son’s eyes, never told him to stop.

One night, a girl named Zoya climbed up onto the roof. She had lost her little brother in the flood. She didn’t speak at first. Just lay beside Sami and stared at the stars.

He said nothing.

Then quietly, she whispered, “Do you think they miss us too?”

Sami looked at the sky. “I think they do. I think they wait for us to speak.”

From then on, they were two.

More came. A child who lost her dog. A man who lost his son. A woman whose daughter had gone abroad and never returned a single letter.

One by one, the rooftops filled with silent voices, looking up.

And the stars?

They never answered in words. But every night, they shimmered a little brighter