**Title: The Spark of Discovery**
In a small village nestled among rolling hills, young Amira loved tinkering with wires and batteries. One stormy night, the village lost power, leaving homes dark and cold. Determined, Amira rigged a small generator from spare parts, her hands steady despite the howling wind. As she connected the final wire, a spark lit up the room, and the generator hummed to life. Lights flickered on, and the villagers cheered. Amira’s invention not only restored power but also ignited her dream to become an electrician, proving that even a single spark could light up the world.
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