Wishing all the admin, moderators, and all my Steemian fellows in "Hindwhale Community" are healthy and well. The reason I'm here today to be a participant in the contest ''hwcstory-02'' announced by our honorable Sir @sur-riti. Without any further ado I would like share my today’s story.

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Zain an ordinary boy was living in a small town. In childhood, he lost his father and had to leave his studies to do labor work. Despite hardships, he loved reading books borrowed from villagers. Every evening, after a tiring day, he recited Islamic books among the villagers. He could speak and read his mother tongue fluently.
One day, after a long exhausting day Zain returned home feeling unwell and restless. His mother noticed and said, "Beta, please take some rest, you will feel better." He laid down and immediately went to a deep sleep. In his dream, he found himself in a

beautiful land where the sky was purple, the leaves were golden, and some beautiful birds with vibrant colors. Suddenly a man appeared and said before him, "Welcome, Zain !!! How are you feeling in this new place?" Zain, surprisingly, replied, "This place... it's beautiful. What is its name?" With a smile the man said. "It has no name. Come, some more exciting things I'll show you." As they walked, Zain saw some fearless animals, fragrant flowers, and people chatting joyfully. The man introduced Zain to them, and they greeted him in their language. Zain frowned. "I don’t understand their language." The man asked Zain "Do you want to learn it?". Zain nodded. The man placed his hand over Zain’s eyes by saying "Close your eyes."
A few moments later, Zain opened his eyes very astonishingly—he could now understand and speak the language fluently. He laughed and spoke with the people, feeling connected. The man then handed Zain a drink. "Drink this. You’ll feel relaxed."
Zain drank it and soon felt sleepy. He laid off under a tree and slept. With his mother calling he woke up, his mother saying "Wake up, Zain. It’s too late."

Zain woke up and realized it was a dream. He said to his mother "I feel good and hungry, please give me some food". His mother looked at him with shock. "What are you saying? I don’t understand you." Zain was startled to realize that he was speaking a different language.

He ran to the mirror to see his face, with his shivering hands he picked up a book, but couldn’t read it. He rushed outside and called his best friend, "Aman, I couldn’t—" He stopped by realizing that he wasn’t speaking his mother tongue. Aman looked at him being confused. "Dost, what happened to you? What language are you speaking?"

Villagers were puzzled some thought he had lost his mind, others believed he was playing a trick but the reality was something else. His friends and many family members distanced themselves from him, leaving him lonely. Days passed, and he stayed depressingly at home.

One evening, his mother placed a hand on his head and said, "This situation will not last forever. Stay strong, find a way, and never give up."Encouraged, Zain went to the mosque and prayed.

Though it was very difficult but returning at home he relearning his mother tongue. Step by step, he persisted. Months later, he finally regained his mother language. His struggle ended, but the mystery of his dream remained unsolved.