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Glancing Out The Window

Glancing Out The Window By Seema Khatoon Story Description: In “Glancing Out The Window,” Debbi, a devoted mother and wife in her forties, finds strength and peace in the simplicity of everyday life. While balancing her children’s upbringing, housekeeping, studies, and health struggles, she learns that true beauty lies not in luxury but in the heart. Through quiet reflection and unwavering faith, Debbi discovers that education, patience, and love are the real treasures that shape a fulfilling life. Debbi was an ordinary woman in her early forties—active, graceful, and quietly determined. Her life wasn’t glamorous, but it carried meaning. She woke up before sunrise, prepared breakfast, and gently woke her children for school. Her days were filled with household chores, endless laundry, and the hum of responsibilities that never seemed to pause. Still, Debbi faced each morning with a smile, whispering to herself that tomorrow would be kinder. Her lifestyle was unlike that of other women ...
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The Moonlight Spark

 



The Moonlight Spark

“The Moonlight Spark” is a poetic and dreamy journey through the night sky, seen through the eyes of a child gazing out their window. As moonlight sparkles and planets swirl, imagination takes flight—leading to a magical adventure across galaxies, wrapped in stardust and wonder. A soothing bedtime tale that reminds us of the beauty in simply looking up and dreaming.


A sparkling ride—I glance out my window.

The Moon stares back at me in the stillness of the night.

Its chalky white glow sends shimmering sparkles straight into my eyes.


The sky is a sea of clouds, full of joy and mystery.

“Glow and wink,” it whispers,

showering me in spells of magical dust.


Tired from the day, I drift into a chilling air journey.

“Wait,” a voice calls. “Come along with me.

I’ll take you to a place where treasures play all day long.”


Up in the sky, I spin peacefully through galaxies glittering with stars.

I meet the nine planets—Mercury, Venus, Earth, Mars,

Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus, Neptune… and yes, even Pluto.


In the vast, beautiful darkness of the universe,

I float on waves of wind and light.

Back and forth, they carry me—

to the Moon…

and finally, back home.


I fall asleep,

dreaming of magical dust and glittering stars.

If you could take a ride across the night sky, where would your dreams carry you?



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