The Forgotten Village of Langarud

On the outskirts of the famous city of Shiraz, hidden amongst the soothing wisp of the wind and the mesmerizing fragrance of the surrounding nature, there was a village called Langarud, a place completely detached from the urban hustle. The forgotten village had a mystical aura that was enhanced by the serenity of its surroundings. The lush green fields, the small rivulet running through the heart of the landscape, and the simple mud houses, breathed life into the romantic and nostalgic ambiance of this hamlet.
Inhabiting this pristine village were warm-hearted villagers with a simple, uncluttered lifestyle. They were farmers, weavers, potters, and artisans, living off the land and the plentiful blessings of nature. Life was an unspoken harmony in Langarud, with every task adhering to the rhythms of the earth and the shifting seasons.
Among the villagers, there was an unusual friendship, as pure as the mesmerizing beauty of Langarud. Rasheed and Kian were two souls who shared an unparalleled bond since their childhood.
Rasheed was a potter, renowned for his designs; his earthenware was vital for the villagers. Still, Rasheed always held a yearning for something more profound, more extraordinary. His tantalizing tales of unseen lands, told with animated excitement made him the beloved storyteller for the village children.
Kian, on the other hand, a weaver, often silently observed his companion's enthusiasm. He valued simplicity and contentment. His handwoven rugs held a charm that narrated tales of Langarud and its untouched beauty. For Kian, the stories he wove were his means to travel beyond.
As their village started to modernize, it feared losing its traditional touch. The rumors of a road being laid to connect Langarud to the outside world created restlessness among the villagers. With progress came the fear of losing their home's unchanged essence.
Rasheed saw this as an exciting prelude to new experiences and opportunities. However, Kian feared Langarud might lose the serenity that made it special. This created a divergence in their perspectives and planted seeds of discord in their friendship. The once seamless narrative of their bond began to fragment.
Rasheed became the advocate for progress, excited about the potential influence of the outside world. Conversely, Kian became the voice of tradition, advocating for preserving the tranquility and simpleness of life in Langarud. Amid their contrasts, their respect for each other remained intact, yet their companionship began to falter.
One day, a group of city residents visiting Langarud spotted Kian's rugs and Rasheed's pottery, their mesmerizing beauty caught the city people's attention. They got invited to showcase their art in Shiraz. This was Rasheed's dream, a chance to feel the world beyond.
In Shiraz, their unique craftsmanship was appreciated, and orders started to pour in. Seeing this, Rasheed was overjoyed, but Kian hesitated. The outside world seemed to alter their art's authenticity and the village's simplicity, and this thought weighed heavily on Kian.
One day, as Rasheed was conveying tales of their success to the village children, it hit him. He realized he was changing the narrative to match the city folks' impression. He understood Kian's fear. That evening, when he observed Kian weaving a rug that told the tale of their pristine village, he felt the tranquility and the unchanging narrative that connected them to their roots.
They returned to Langarud after refusing the city dwellers' lucrative offers. Opting to stay true to their village, their people, and their roots was their decision. Their narrative stayed in Langarud, and Langarud's narrative lived on in their work. They chose to let their village remain a forgotten paradise, untouched by the world's elaborate schemes. Their artistry continued to emanate from their hearts, remaining as genuine as their forgotten village's mystic ambiance.
Their friendship resumed, and they continued to infuse life into their crafts while maintaining the sanctity of their village. Thus, Langarud, the forgotten village, remained forgotten, embracing its celebrated obscurity that kept its simplicity intact.
The story of Rasheed and Kian is a reminder of the inevitable dichotomy of life, the conflict between progress and tradition. It's a tale about honouring one's roots while exploring the horizons of change.