It was 7 a.m in Jahanian Village. on a quiet farm. The sunlight was golden and soft, touching everything gently. A boy around 14 years old worked on the farm. He was a mucker, his job was to clean the cow stalls by removing the cow’s feces. His hands were dirty, but his face held a strange smile.
As the camera clicked, he looked right at it and smiled wide. Something about him was different. Maybe he was not quite like the others. His eyes seemed far away, like he was living in his own world, not fully here. Yet, despite the hard work and the odd feeling, the boy kept working, never stopping, while the golden light wrapped the farm in calm peace.
When the job was done, the farm felt clean and ready for a new day. The boy’s smile stayed, quiet but clear, like he found a small happiness in simple things. The morning had begun, and the farm was alive with soft light and steady work.
