Laila and the LOST star
Layla and the Lost Star ✨🌙
On a quiet summer night, little Layla sat by her bedroom window. The sky was clear, filled with stars that sparkled like tiny pearls. Every night, she loved counting them before she went to sleep. But this night was different—she noticed something strange.
The bright star that always shone beside the moon was gone!
Layla whispered in worry:
“Where did the moon’s star go? I can’t sleep without seeing it.”
She closed her eyes while thinking, and suddenly, she found herself in a dream unlike any other. Around her stretched a magical garden filled with glowing flowers that seemed to smile as they opened. Above her appeared a huge white bird, its wings made of light, its voice soft like a breeze.
“Hello, Layla,” the bird said gently. “I am the messenger of the stars. The star you are looking for has fallen and is lost. The stars are sad. Will you help us find it?”
Layla’s heart leapt with excitement.
“Of course! I love the stars, and I will do anything to bring the moon’s star back.”
The bird carried Layla on its glowing wings. They flew over shining seas and tall mountains. The waves glittered like silver, and the forests below glowed emerald green. Even the fish in the sea sparkled like tiny lanterns.
They landed in a strange blue forest, where the grass glowed beneath their feet. There, Layla found a small rabbit crying beside a tree. She knelt down and asked kindly:
“What’s wrong, little friend?”
The rabbit sniffled. “I saw a star roll down from the sky and fall between the trees. I wanted to help, but I was too afraid of the dark.”
Layla patted his head and smiled.
“Don’t be afraid. We’ll find it together.”
She walked deeper into the forest until they reached a clear lake, shining like glass beneath the moonlight. Suddenly, a weak voice rose from the water:
“Help me… I’m here.”
Layla’s eyes widened. In the lake, she saw the missing star, sinking slowly, its glow fading. Without hesitation, she took off her shoes and jumped into the cold water. She swam bravely, her heart beating fast, until she held the little star in her hands. Surprisingly, it felt warm, like a tiny beating heart.
“Thank you, Layla,” the star whispered faintly. “I was afraid I would disappear forever.”
Layla smiled kindly.
“No one is ever lost if someone cares for them. I’ll take you home.”
Just then, the great bird returned. It lifted Layla and the star high above the clouds. Together, they soared to the moon. Layla reached out her small hand and placed the star back beside it.
The moment the star settled in its place, the whole sky lit up in brilliant colors—blue, gold, and silver. The other stars clapped joyfully, singing a melody that filled the heavens.
The bird looked at Layla and said,
“You have saved the night. You’ve shown us that courage and kindness can change the world.”
Layla felt proud, but soon her body grew lighter, and she heard her mother’s voice calling:
“Layla, wake up. It’s time for school!”
She opened her eyes and found herself back in her bed. Quickly, she ran to the window. There it was—the bright star shining beside the moon, just as before.
Layla whispered with a smile:
“Maybe it was just a dream… or maybe a real adventure. But I know the star will never be lost again.”
From that day on, whenever she looked at the sky, Layla remembered that even the smallest hearts can do great things if filled with courage and kindness.
Moral: True strength lies not in size or power, but in a heart full of compassion and bravery
