Layla and the Golden-Winged Butterfly

In a garden full of flowers lived Layla, a little girl with dark brown curly hair, always tied up in two ponytails with purple bows. That day she was wearing her yellow dress with little white flowers, her favorite for playing among the plants.

While running between the rose bushes, Layla found something lying on the ground: a golden-winged butterfly, with dark brown edges and tiny black dots, that couldn't fly. One of its little wings was bent.

Layla came closer slowly and said "Bismillah" before carefully picking up the golden-winged butterfly and placing it on a big green leaf. "Don't worry, little one. I'm going to take care of you," she whispered.

Every day, Layla went out to the garden with a tiny drop of sugar water for the golden-winged butterfly. She placed it in the shade of a big flowerpot, away from the strong sun and wind.

Several days went by. Layla never tired of caring for her new friend. Each morning she checked to see if the golden butterfly's bent wing was getting better, and she spoke to it sweetly while she waited patiently.

One morning, Layla saw the butterfly moving both its little wings at the same time, and they weren't bent anymore! "Subhanallah, look at you!" said Layla excitedly, her pigtails and purple bows bouncing with joy.

The golden-winged butterfly rose up slowly, circled around Layla and her yellow dress with little white flowers, as if saying thank you, and then flew high, high up into the blue garden sky.

Layla looked up at the sky with a smile. "Alhamdulillah," she said softly. "Allah takes care of everyone, even the tiniest butterflies, and I got to help a little bit."