On a quiet village afternoon, Rafiq was sitting under a mango tree beside the muddy road. At a distance, near the pond, Moyna was filling her water pot. Rafiq called out,
"Moyna, did you go to school today?"
Moyna smiled and replied,
"Yes, I did. The teacher taught us a new story."
They studied at the same school. After classes, they often met—sometimes in the field, sometimes on the narrow village paths. Rafiq dreamed of studying in the city and becoming an engineer. Moyna dreamed of staying in the village and becoming a teacher for the children.
One day, rain suddenly began to fall. They ran and took shelter in a hay shed. Their voices blended with the sound of rain.
"If you go to the city, will you forget our village?" Moyna asked.
Rafiq shook his head and said,
"No. This soil and these people are my strength."
Time passed. Even though their paths became different, their faith remained the same. Even today, the village air carries their dreams—simple, strong, and full of hope.