W A K A S

I grew up in a small village where life was simple, yet full of hidden wonders. Every morning began with the soft glow of sunrise over mud houses and the sound of birds singing like they were welcoming a new miracle each day. People here don’t have much, but somehow, we always have enough.

As a child, I used to believe that magic only existed in stories. But as I grew older, I realized that my life itself was a miracle.