Flowers In A Bottle
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Last published Wed, Mar 9, 2016
Compassionate. An important value in everybody's life. Nowadays children have lack of exposure to this factor. But a beautiful girl named Dafeenah has always wanted to help the poor. Being born in a poor family background she wants to change the life of others. She does not want the other poor children to go through what she's going through. She meets a glowing fairy through the flower bottle necklace her dad gave to her. Together with the fairy Dafeenah goes on an adventure to save and help the poor around. This story strongly supports the fact that your background doesn't matter when you want to help the others. As Long as you have the heart anything can be done no matter what your background is.
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