In a small kampung by the edge of a lush forest, there lived an 8-year-old boy named Amir. Amir loved to watch birds. Every morning, before the sun peeked over the hills, he would sit by his window and see sparrows, kingfishers, and hornbills soaring above the treetops.
One day, while walking home from school, Amir found a tiny injured bird by the roadside. Its wing was bent, and it chirped softly in pain. Amir carried it home and named it Putih.
The village elders shook their heads.
"That bird will never fly again," said Pak Mat.
But Amir whispered to Putih, “You will fly. I believe it.”
From that day, Amir talked to Putih every morning.
“You’re getting stronger.”
“You can do it.”
“One day, you’ll soar higher than all the others.”
He read about how birds fly, learned how wings work, and even built small ramps for Putih to practice hopping. Day by day, something magical happened—not just to Putih, but to Amir himself.
Each time Amir believed, his heart felt lighter. He started to believe in other things too—like learning to swim even though he was afraid of the river, or speaking in front of his classmates though his voice used to tremble.
Weeks passed. Then, one bright morning, Amir placed Putih on the window ledge. The little bird tilted its head, looked at the open sky, and with a burst of courage—spread its wings.
It flapped once. Twice.
And then… soared into the air.
Amir’s eyes filled with tears, but they weren’t just for Putih. He realised something powerful: when you truly believe, your heart and mind work together to make it real.
From that day on, whenever someone in the village said, “It can’t be done,” Amir would smile and reply,
“Maybe… but let’s believe first, and see what happens.”
End.
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