Cheetah

The sun rose over the bustling town of Garissa, its golden rays

shimmering across the dusty racecourse. The air buzzed with

the lively chatter of onlookers, their anticipation mounting as

they gathered to witness the highlight of the day. Amina Zuberi

stood among the racers, her eyes sharp and focused, her lithe

form poised with readiness. She had always been swift, her

feet a blur of determination, her heart aflame with the joy of

competition.

When the signal rang out, Amina burst forward, her movements

a dance of precision and power. The crowd erupted in cheers

as she surged ahead, the wind kissing her face and her mind

locked on the finish line. Her competitors strained to match her

pace, but Amina's stride was unmatched. She pushed harder,

her breath steady, her steps light as whispers. Victory was not

just a goal-it was her destiny.