Little Mahi has always favored solitude. She desired to be by herself as her family played, laughed, and talked. She didn’t like conversations or noise. She preferred, instead, to lose herself in her books in the quiet corner of her room. Her books were her world, filled with vibrant illustrations of animals, stars, trees, and the sun and moon shining. She would flip through the pages, her eyes wide with wonder.
She always had questions in her head: Why is the Earth so large? "Why is it so high up?" "Why was I sent to this world?"
When her mother asked her to come outside and play, Amina would quietly say no. She felt like this world wasn’t meant for her. The laughter, the talking, the games—it all seemed strange. As if she had stumbled upon this world by accident and belonged to another planet. She adored hiding in her books to look for answers. She would look far beyond the window at places no one else could see, far beyond the endless blue sky. "What lies beyond the sky?" She was puzzled. "Is there someone who made all this?"
The Earth, the stars, the moon, and the sun—everything seemed like a giant puzzle.Mahi was curious about everything. In her dreams, she wanted to explore the universe and the world beyond the clouds. She might find out one day.
