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Her father knelt beside her. “That bird never hurt anyone. It only sang. Killing it is a sin, Mira — but some people don’t care to know the difference between a pest and a songbird.”

Luka warned her: “Don’t get tangled in it, Mira. People fear what they don’t know.”

“Why?” she whispered.

One year, a poor boy named Davud came to town with his family. The townsfolk whispered lies about them. Children threw pebbles. Mira didn’t understand why. “He’s just a boy,” she said.

And in her classroom, she kept a small grey feather, to remind them: courage is not a shout. It is standing still when the stones fly. If you meant something else, please share the text you have in mind, and I’ll write a custom story based on that.