In a cheerful little school called Rainbow Hills, lived a group of children who came from different parts of the world. They spoke different languages, wore different clothes, and ate different foods—but they all had one thing in common: they loved making friends.
One day, their teacher, Ms. Luna, stood in front of the class with a big smile.
“Today, I have a special challenge,” she said. “Let’s start something amazing—a club where everyone is welcome, no matter where they’re from.”
The children looked at each other with curious eyes.
“What should we call it?” asked Liam, who was from Ireland.
“How about… The World Friends Club?” said Amina, who had just moved from Egypt.
Everyone cheered.
The next day, they created their first meeting. They gathered in a circle in the school garden. There was Hiro from Japan, Sofia from Colombia, Jamal from Nigeria, Zoe from France, and many more.
“We should share something from our cultures!” said Sofia, jumping with excitement.
So they began.
Hiro showed everyone how to make origami cranes. “In Japan, we fold paper like this for peace and hope,” he explained.
Amina brought sweet dates and said, “In Egypt, we eat these during special celebrations.”
Zoe taught a clapping game from France. Jamal danced to a Nigerian drumbeat. Liam taught everyone a song in Irish.
Each day, they learned something new. They laughed, they danced, they listened—and slowly, their hearts grew bigger with understanding.
One rainy day, a new girl named Leila came to school. She didn’t speak much English and sat alone at lunch.
“She looks scared,” whispered Jamal.
“She doesn’t know anyone yet,” said Sofia.
Without hesitation, the World Friends Club stood up.
They walked over with smiles and welcoming hands.
“You can sit with us,” said Liam kindly.
Zoe handed her a cookie. Hiro drew a picture of the Earth with stick-figure children holding hands and passed it to Leila.
She looked at them, eyes wide, and smiled. “Merci,” she whispered.
That afternoon, Leila joined the club’s meeting. She clapped along with Zoe, tasted Amina’s treats, and folded cranes with Hiro. Even without many words, she felt like she belonged.
Ms. Luna watched from the window and wiped a happy tear.
That week, they painted a big mural on the school wall. It showed children of all colors, shapes, and sizes holding hands around the Earth. Above them were the words:
“We are different, we are friends, we are one.”
Moral of the Story:
Friendship doesn’t need the same language, just open hearts. When we share who we are, we make the world kinder and brighter.
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