A Beautifull white horse
The Summer Of a beautifull white Horse
Waking up that morning, I never expected what was about to happen. My cousin Mourad showed up at my window with a big smile on his face, and next to him was the most beautiful white horse I had ever seen. I was surprised. How did he get a horse? Our family was known for being honest—we never even thought of taking something that wasn’t ours. But here was Mourad, acting like everything was normal.
Even though I knew it was wrong, I couldn’t help but feel excited. I had always wanted to ride a horse, and now I had the chance. So, when Mourad asked if I wanted to go for a ride, I didn’t think twice. I got on, and we were off. The wind blew past me, and for a moment, I felt like I was flying. It was the best feeling ever.
But deep down, I knew this wasn’t right. The horse wasn’t ours, and sooner or later, we would have to tell the truth. Still, in that moment, none of that mattered. All I could think about was how much fun we were having. Mourad always made everything feel like it was okay, even when it wasn’t.
-Harrun
XI A, PCM
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