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47 days agoLong ago, in the heart of the Sahara Desert, there lived a herd of camels known as The Desert Kings. They were admired by travelers and traders because they could carry heavy loads across endless miles of sand without water. Among them was a young camel named Zahir, who often felt unimportant compared to the older, stronger camels.
Zahir’s dream was to prove himself. But the others teased him:
“You’re too small, Zahir. The desert is no place for weak legs.”
One day, a great sandstorm struck. Traders traveling with the caravan lost their way. The older camels were tired from carrying heavy loads, and they could not see the path. But Zahir, with his sharp eyes and light steps, noticed the faint outline of an old desert tree—one that always marked the way back to the oasis.
Bravely, he guided the caravan through the storm, step by step, until at last they found water and safety. The traders cheered, and the other camels bowed their heads in respect.
From that day on, Zahir was no longer seen as small or weak. He had earned his place among the Desert Kings.