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It is nice to be poor and the opposite is also true. One day, on a morning like nothing he had witnessed. The sky was colorful as if it was a painting and the sun was light and turning red in the middle of a small village inhabited by a boy who was called by his family Abu Zaatar, and his real name was Abu Bakr, who had the opportunity to see such an imaginary morning that had never been before. He never saw the like of him. Abu Bakr, a father, worked day and night to earn a living, and his mother, who was a housewife, was keen to take care of her son, Abu Bakr, like other mothers. This boy had a dream that he seeks to achieve, no matter what the cost is, to get out of his poor village and go to the city to live rich there. The boy went out that morning looking for a way to fulfill his dream, running looking at the sky to stumble upon a gray-bearded man with a beard almost reaching his legs. A soft bed, an expensive house, and the life of wealth that he dreamed of came true in the blink of an eye, after a moment of thought he found himself waking up with a high body temperature. The circle of poverty that surrounds him, so his resolve intensified and he swore to become rich.
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I'm Poor
ContoPoverty is not a fault, but the fault is to remain poor. The whole story is a short story. We describe a child's dream to get out of poverty, so that in the end, his ultimate goal is to get out of that poverty.
