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Rahima Suleiman
Student @ Nasarawa State University
The potter's secret
<p><br></p><p>---</p><p><br></p><p>"The Potter’s Secret"</p><p><br></p><p>In a quiet village nestled between green hills, there lived a potter named Meera. Her hands were always covered in clay, her clothes speckled with color. Every morning, she opened her small workshop, where the scent of wet earth and fire drifted through the air.</p><p><br></p><p>Meera's pots were simple—no gold, no gemstones—but they carried a quiet beauty. Curved just right. Balanced. Perfectly imperfect. People came from faraway towns to buy them. Some said she had magic in her fingers.</p><p><br></p><p>But Meera would only smile and shake her head. “I just listen to the clay,” she’d say.</p><p><br></p><p>One day, a wealthy merchant visited. He offered her gold and fame in exchange for mass-producing her pots in his factories. “You’ll be rich,” he said. “The world will know your name.”</p><p><br></p><p>Meera looked at her wheel. At her tools. At the sunlight falling through the cracks in her old wooden window.</p><p><br></p><p>“No,” she said softly. “The beauty in my work comes from time. From care. From silence. You cannot rush something into life and expect it to sing.”</p><p><br></p><p>The merchant left, confused and disappointed.</p><p><br></p><p>Years later, Meera grew old. Her hands slower, her vision dimmer. But still she shaped clay, each pot a whisper of her soul. After she passed, people found shelves of her creations, each marked with a tiny symbol—her fingerprint.</p><p><br></p><p>They became priceless.</p><p><br></p><p>But not because of rarity.</p><p><br></p><p>Because they reminded people that true beauty is born not from speed, but from devotion. That craft, when done with heart, becomes timeles </p><p><br></p>
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