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Life Through Their Eyes

Wisdom

Join Diabilo, Miggel, and Jamal on a heartfelt journey as they navigate the challenges of life in Cape Town, South Africa, and Mt Druitt, Australia. This inspiring tale teaches the value of wisdom and understanding different lives.

Diabilo, Miggel, and Jamal lived in different parts of the world. Diabilo was from Cape Town, and Miggel and Jamal were from Mt Druitt. They all faced different struggles daily. Diabilo's family struggled with poverty, while Miggel was abandoned by his parents, and Jamal's dad was away because of war. They often wondered what life was like for each other.

One day, Diabilo received a letter from his school asking him to write about his life. Miggel and Jamal received similar letters. They were excited but didn't know how to explain their lives. Diabilo tried to write about his family's struggle to find food. Miggel started writing about being alone, and Jamal wrote about missing his dad. They all felt stuck.

Diabilo's first obstacle was finding the right words. He crumpled his paper in frustration. Miggel couldn't stop crying and couldn't write at all. Jamal's mom tried to help, but he felt she didn't understand. The boys felt like their stories were too sad to share.

Diabilo, Miggel, and Jamal felt like giving up. They didn't think anyone would understand their lives. - Why do we have to do this? Diabilo asked. - I don't know, Miggel replied, wiping his tears. - It just feels too hard, Jamal added. They all sat in silence, feeling hopeless.

Just then, Diabilo's grandmother came in. - What's wrong, Diabilo? she asked. Diabilo explained their problem. - You have a story to tell, and it's important, she said. The boys realized their experiences were valuable. They decided to help each other write their stories.

With new determination, Diabilo, Miggel, and Jamal wrote their stories. Diabilo wrote about his family's strength. Miggel wrote about his hopes for the future. Jamal wrote about his love for his dad. They shared their stories with their classes. Everyone listened and learned from their experiences. The boys felt proud and wise.

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