The Corn Harvest – My Story

Assalam O Alaikum!

Hello my friends. I'm from Pakistan. How are you all? I hope you all are well and also doing well. I'm also fine Alhamdulilah. Today I get up early in the morning as usual. I started my day with the name of Allah Almighty. Today I will share my story of harvesting with you all.

The sky was cloudy that morning, but the air felt fresh. I stood on the edge of my field, looking at the huge piles of golden corn spread on the ground. Months of hard work were finally in front of my eyes.

I remembered every step how I planted the seeds with hope, watered the fields daily, and waited through the hot days and cool nights. There were times I felt tired, but I never gave up. I wanted this harvest to be good for my family.

My siblings and parents helped me a lot during the harvest. We laughed together talked and enjoyed while picking the corn. It did not feel like work it felt like a memory being made.

Now, the corn was drying in the open, lying on old sheets under the sky. The fields behind me were green and quiet. Trees stood tall like old friends, and a soft wind touched my face.

This corn means more than just food. It means peace for my home. It means I can help my family save for the future and maybe dream a little bigger next season.

I stood there, a small smile came to my face. I felt proud not just because of the corn, but because I did this. With my own hands, with my heart.

I hope you all liked my post my story of harvesting. Thank you so much for visiting my post.

Regards : @mairarizwan
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