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Once, a curious child asked her grandfather, “What is nature?”

He smiled, gazed at the open sky, and replied, “It’s the pattern written deep into every living thing. The way a bird knows how to fly, or a flower knows when to bloom. But let me tell you a story…”

He pointed to a plane soaring overhead. “Do you see that airplane?”

“Yes,” she said, eyes squinting toward the clouds.

“When someone imagined flying, they didn’t just throw metal into the sky. They thought about a goal—reaching the heavens—and built everything around that purpose. Wings, engines, seats, controls. Every part was chosen for a reason. That combination of purpose and design… that’s its nature.”

The girl thought quietly.

“In the same way,” the grandfather continued, “when the Almighty made all things—elephants, birds, humans—He made each according to a purpose. And so He shaped their nature. Each creature was given attributes and instincts, like tools for a mission.”

He pointed to a bird on a wire.

“Look at that little one. It knows how to build a nest without going to school. It flies thousands of miles without asking directions. Why? Because it lives according to its nature.”

She giggled. “That’s so smart!”

“Yes,” he nodded. “But here’s where we often go wrong. When we misunderstand nature—our own or that of others—we create injustice. Like locking up animals in cages too small for their souls. Or treating humans in ways that insult their dignity.”

He paused and looked her in the eye.

“Do you like being yelled at for no reason?”

“No,” she said.

“Do you like to be called terrorist for defending your land?”

“No,” she said quickly.

“Do you like being blamed for things you didn’t do, or being told who you are when no one bothered to ask?”

“No!” she protested.

“Exactly,” he said gently. “That’s because your nature craves fairness. Just like every human being. We all want to be treated justly, spoken to kindly, allowed to breathe freely, live, walk, think, and speak.”

She frowned. “But why do people hurt each other then?”

“Because they forget the nature of being human,” he replied. “They get confused. They follow ideologies, rules, or systems that don’t align with human nature. Like how Marxism crumbled—because it denied people their freedom. And even when the world’s leaders sit at the UN, they don’t bring religious books to the table. They speak based on one shared ground—human nature. Without that, how can we even say what is right or wrong?”

The wind stirred around them.

“So you see,” he said, “everything we decide in life—from how we treat animals to how we build countries—must begin with understanding nature. We created government, justice system, court, laws , and constitutions , all intended to uphold fairness and protect human dignity. Otherwise, our houses may stand, but they’ll rest on crooked foundations.”

She was quiet for a moment. Then, softly, she asked,

“So… what is my nature?”

He smiled. “To love truth. To seek justice. To not oppress anyone. To care. To learn. To dream and to walk a path that feels like home to your soul.”

And together, they listened to the bird singing above, echoing the melody of all things living just as they were made to be.