In a quaint village nestled among rolling hills and whispering pines, there lived a young boy named Ali. Ali was known for his curious nature and insatiable thirst for knowledge. From a tender age, he would spend hours under the shade of the ancient banyan tree, listening intently to the village elders as they shared stories of wisdom and lore.
Ali's parents, Zaid and Ayesha, cherished their son's inquisitive spirit. They encouraged him to explore the world around him, to question everything, and to seek knowledge wherever it may lead. "Ilm (knowledge) is the key to understanding the world, Ali," his father would often say, his voice tinged with pride.
