Once upon a time in a small village, there lived a young boy named Waleed. His favorite time of the year was Independence Day, when the whole village would come together to celebrate freedom and unity.
Every year, on the eve of Independence Day, the village would light up with colorful decorations. Flags would flutter in the breeze, and the air would fill with laughter and joy. Waleed loved the sight of fireworks lighting up the night sky, which symbolized the freedom their ancestors had fought so hard to achieve.
This year was no different. It was 77^th anniversary of the Independence. Waleed eagerly helped his family to decorate house with bright green and white flags. He wore a little green waistcoat with a white star proudly stitched on it, symbolizing the flag of Pakistan.
On the evening of Independence Day, the village gathered in the main square. There were speeches honoring the heroes of their nation’s struggle for independence, and everyone cheered loudly. Waleed listened intently, feeling proud to be part of such a brave and resilient nation. As the night drew to a close, fireworks exploded in the sky, painting it with dazzling colors. Waleed clapped and cheered along with his friends, mesmerized by the beauty above them.
The next morning, Waleed woke up early and went for a walk around the village. He noticed something that made him sad. Strewn across the streets and in the fields were remnants of the celebrations from the night before — empty boxes of fireworks, used sparklers, and torn flags lying on the ground. Waleed frowned. He knew that Independence Day was a time to celebrate freedom, but it was also important to respect and cherish the symbols of that freedom. He decided to take action.
Gathering his friends, Waleed organized a clean-up drive. They went around the village, picking up trash and collecting the leftover decorations. He explained to his friends the importance of keeping their village clean and respecting their national symbols. Soon, other villagers noticed what Waleed and his friends were doing and joined in. Together, they cleaned up the village, making it look even more beautiful than before. 
That evening, as the sun set, Waleed stood in the freshly cleaned square with his friends and neighbors. They didn’t have fireworks this time, but Waleed felt a different kind of pride. He knew that they had celebrated Independence Day not just by enjoying the festivities, but by showing respect and responsibility. As they looked up at the stars twinkling in the sky, Waleed smiled. He had learned an important lesson: his homeland was a gift and he had to cherish it and take care of it.