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I want to share something very close to my heart-a story I wrote in my early teenage years. Back then, I didn't know much about the world, but I knew how heavy silence could feel, how hope could rise like a candle in the dark, and how faith sometimes struggles against weakness. I wrote about a man named John, a simple countryside shepherd, fighting his own inner battles while holding on to the Bible and the name of God.
The story is set in a hilly countryside where church bells echo at dusk, where shepherds return home with their flocks, and where the statue of Mother Mary with the baby Jesus seems to watch over the people with gentle mercy. In that quiet landscape, between the hills and the fields, John searches for something we all long for-the mysterious inner voice that can guide us through our struggles.
This is not just fiction-it is a dreamlike reflection of my own teenage thoughts, my questions about faith, and my longing to understand the silence of God. I hope you read it not only as a story but as a small prayer, written long ago by a young soul who believed in hope more than anything else.