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In a small village nestled among green hills lived an orphaned girl named Halima. Halima was a simple girl who owned nothing in the world but a small hut and one kind cow which she named Warda, and a pure white heart like the milk she sold. Her parents died when she was young, leaving her this cow which

became her whole world. It was her friend to whom she confided her worries and her only source of income from which she lived . Every morning Halima milks her cow and pours the fresh milk into a large earthenware pot, then carries it on her head and goes to sell it in the village market. Halima was known in the village for

her honesty and pure milk, but her livelihood was always dependent on hardship. After she sells the milk, she buys some fodder for her cow, a piece of bread for herself, and pays rent for the pasture where she grazes her cow. The owner of the pasture was a greedy man named Barakat, and contrary to his name, he did not know the way to the blessing.

His heart was as hard as stone. He sees Halima only as a source of money to extort from whenever he has the opportunity. Despite her extreme poverty, Halima had a habit she never abandoned. She believed that showing mercy to weak creatures brings mercy from the Creator. After selling her milk, she would always

leave a little at the bottom of the container and pour it into a bowl, which she would place in an alley behind the market for the hungry stray cats to drink. She found great joy in seeing those weak creatures quench their thirst with her meager sustenance. One week, as life became increasingly difficult, Barakat, the owner of the pasture, came to her and