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    Anaya and Cinnamoroll at the Great Pyramid

    By Saba Manzoor

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    18 Apr, 2025

    Anaya, with her bright blue eyes sparkling with excitement, steps lightly onto the warm sand, clutching Cinnamoroll—her beloved fluffy white puppy—close to her chest.

    The enormity of the pyramid towers above them, its ancient stones glowing amber in the sunlight.

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    All around, the desert hums quietly, broken only by the distant calls of vendors and the soft rustle of wind over the dunes. "Wow, Cinnamoroll!

    It's even bigger than in the pictures!"

    A kindly old man, his face weathered by years beneath the Egyptian sun and his eyes twinkling with wisdom, approaches Anaya and Cinnamoroll. His linen robe flutters as he offers a gentle smile.

    Old Man: Guide, gentle, knowledgeable. "Welcome, little one.

    You are looking at the oldest and largest of the three pyramids here. It was built for a pharaoh named Khufu over 4,500 years ago!" "That's older than my grandma!" "Much older!

    Imagine, Cinnamoroll, for thousands of years, this pyramid has stood tall, a testament to the ancient Egyptians' incredible skills in engineering and mathematics."

    Anaya's curiosity bubbles over as she bombards the old man with questions, her words tumbling out as quickly as her feet move across the sand.

    Cinnamoroll's long ears twitch in anticipation, his big blue eyes mirroring her wonder. "How did they build it so high?

    Did they have cranes like we do today?" "No, little one. They used ramps and levers and a lot of strong people to move those huge stone blocks.

    Each one weighs as much as a car!" "Woof!" (Cinnamoroll gasps, his button nose twitching.)

    The old man gestures at the smaller pyramids and the Sphinx, his voice gentle but full of pride.

    Anaya closes her eyes for a moment, imagining pharaohs riding in golden chariots, scribes bent over scrolls, and the bustling life along the Nile thousands of years ago.

    "It feels so… magical," Suddenly, a gentle breeze dances around them, and for a heartbeat, Anaya glimpses faint figures in flowing linen, beads glimmering in their hair—ghostly echoes of the distant past, who fade as quickly as they appeared.

    "Did you see that?" "Woof woof!" (Cinnamoroll barks excitedly, his tail wagging.)

    Anaya spreads a bright blanket on the sand, unpacking sandwiches and juice boxes from her backpack. She offers Cinnamoroll a pretend sandwich, giggling as he nibbles at it with imaginary delight.

    As she eats, Anaya dreams of ancient Egyptian families sharing dates and figs where she now sits, laughter echoing across the centuries. "Imagine all the stories these old stones could tell.

    Kings and queens, builders and artists… they all walked here." She gazes up, the pyramid's summit glowing in the fading light.

    Packing up, Anaya stands and thanks the old man, her blue eyes reflecting the wonder of the day. He smiles warmly, his eyes crinkling with kindness.

    "Thank you.

    This was amazing!" "May the wonders of the world continue to inspire you, little one." With Cinnamoroll tucked under her arm, Anaya glances back at the Great Pyramid, its ancient stones glowing in the twilight, whispering secrets of a time long past.

    Their Egyptian adventure had just begun, and she knew this memory would shine forever in her heart.

    Anaya and Cinnamoroll at the Great Pyramid

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    Anaya, with her bright blue eyes sparkling with excitement, steps lightly onto the warm sand, clutching Cinnamoroll—her beloved fluffy white puppy—close to her chest. The enormity of the pyramid towers above them, its ancient stones glowing amber in the sunlight. All around, the desert hums quietly, broken only by the distant calls of vendors and the soft rustle of wind over the dunes. "Wow, Cinnamoroll! It's even bigger than in the pictures!"
    A kindly old man, his face weathered by years beneath the Egyptian sun and his eyes twinkling with wisdom, approaches Anaya and Cinnamoroll. His linen robe flutters as he offers a gentle smile. Old Man: Guide, gentle, knowledgeable. "Welcome, little one. You are looking at the oldest and largest of the three pyramids here. It was built for a pharaoh named Khufu over 4,500 years ago!" "That's older than my grandma!" "Much older! Imagine, Cinnamoroll, for thousands of years, this pyramid has stood tall, a testament to the ancient Egyptians' incredible skills in engineering and mathematics."
    Anaya's curiosity bubbles over as she bombards the old man with questions, her words tumbling out as quickly as her feet move across the sand. Cinnamoroll's long ears twitch in anticipation, his big blue eyes mirroring her wonder. "How did they build it so high? Did they have cranes like we do today?" "No, little one. They used ramps and levers and a lot of strong people to move those huge stone blocks. Each one weighs as much as a car!" "Woof!" (Cinnamoroll gasps, his button nose twitching.)
    The old man gestures at the smaller pyramids and the Sphinx, his voice gentle but full of pride. Anaya closes her eyes for a moment, imagining pharaohs riding in golden chariots, scribes bent over scrolls, and the bustling life along the Nile thousands of years ago. "It feels so… magical," Suddenly, a gentle breeze dances around them, and for a heartbeat, Anaya glimpses faint figures in flowing linen, beads glimmering in their hair—ghostly echoes of the distant past, who fade as quickly as they appeared. "Did you see that?" "Woof woof!" (Cinnamoroll barks excitedly, his tail wagging.)
    Anaya spreads a bright blanket on the sand, unpacking sandwiches and juice boxes from her backpack. She offers Cinnamoroll a pretend sandwich, giggling as he nibbles at it with imaginary delight. As she eats, Anaya dreams of ancient Egyptian families sharing dates and figs where she now sits, laughter echoing across the centuries. "Imagine all the stories these old stones could tell. Kings and queens, builders and artists… they all walked here." She gazes up, the pyramid's summit glowing in the fading light.
    Packing up, Anaya stands and thanks the old man, her blue eyes reflecting the wonder of the day. He smiles warmly, his eyes crinkling with kindness. "Thank you. This was amazing!" "May the wonders of the world continue to inspire you, little one." With Cinnamoroll tucked under her arm, Anaya glances back at the Great Pyramid, its ancient stones glowing in the twilight, whispering secrets of a time long past. Their Egyptian adventure had just begun, and she knew this memory would shine forever in her heart.