The Boy Who Talked to StarsIn a small village, there lived a boy named Arin. Every night, he climbed to the roof of his house and looked at the stars. While everyone else was sleeping, Arin would sit quietly and whisper, "One day, I will come to you."
People in the village laughed at him.
"Stars are too far," they said.
"You are just a village boy," they said.
But Arin didn't stop dreaming.
One night, a strange thing happened. A bright star fell from the sky and landed in the field near his house. Arin ran as fast as he could and found a small glowing sphere. When he touched it, a soft voice spoke:
"Arin, I heard you calling me every night. Do you want to see the stars?"
Arin was scared but excited. "Yes," he said.
Suddenly, the glowing sphere turned into a small flying craft. The door opened, and Arin stepped inside. In a flash of light, he was no longer on Earth. He saw planets, galaxies, and millions of stars around him. It was more beautiful than any dream.
"Remember," the voice said, "Only those who dream and work hard can reach the stars."
After that night, Arin returned home. No one believed his story, but he didn't care. He started studying science, math, and computers every day. His new dream was not just to visit the stars—but to build a machine that could take humans there.
Years later, people no longer laughed at Arin.
They called him the boy who talked to stars.
And one day, he really did go back.
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The Door That Should Not ExistOne night, Rafi was studying for his exam. It was very late—around 2:13 AM. Everyone in the house was sleeping. The whole house was silent.
Suddenly, he heard a sound.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
He looked at his room door.
But the sound didn't come from his door.
It came from the wall.
Rafi stood up slowly. His heart was beating fast. The knocking sound came again.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
He touched the wall. It felt cold… very cold. Then something strange happened. A thin line appeared on the wall, like someone was drawing a door from the other side. The line became bigger and bigger until it turned into a small door.
Rafi was frozen.
"There was no door here before…" he whispered.
The door slowly opened by itself.
Inside, there was only darkness.
Then he heard a voice from inside the dark:
"You finally heard me."
Rafi asked, "Who are you?"
The voice replied,
"I am you… from a place where you never existed."
The light in his room started flickering. The door opened wider. Inside the darkness, he saw someone standing.
It was him.
Same face. Same eyes. Same voice.
But the other Rafi was smiling… in a very strange way.
He said,
"If you come here, I can live in your world. And you will take my place."
Rafi asked, "Your place… where?"
The other Rafi replied,
"In the world behind the wall… where no one remembers you."
Then the light went off.
The next morning, Rafi's mother came to his room. The room was normal. The wall was normal. There was no door.
But something was wrong.
On the table, there were two notebooks.
And the mother said,
"Rafi, when did you start writing with your left hand? You always wrote with your right hand…"
Rafi looked at his hands slowly.
He was holding the pen in his left hand.
And he didn't remember why.