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Every night, the old streetlight flickered at exactly 11:59. People said it was broken. Rahim knew better.
One night, during a blackout, the entire street drowned in darkness—except that single light. Under it stood a lost child, crying softly. Rahim guided the child home, and the moment the door closed, the light went out forever.
The next day, workers removed the pole. The street was brighter with new lights, yet Rahim sometimes missed the old one—
because some lights don’t exist to shine forever, only to guide someone when it matters most.
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