What Is Love? In a small village nestled between rolling hills and golden fields, there lived a young girl named Amina. She often asked her grandmother, Nana Adjoa, “What is love?” Nana Adjoa would smile and say, “Love is like the sun, my child—it gives warmth without asking for anything in return.” But Amina wanted more than words. She wanted to see love, to feel it, to understand it.One day, she saw an old man, Kofi, sitting under a mango tree, feeding birds with crumbs from his only loaf of bread. “Is that love?” Amina asked. “Yes,” Nana Adjoa said. “Love is kindness, even when you have little to give.” Another time, Amina watched her mother stay awake all night, tending to her sick baby brother, singing softly to him. “Is that love?” “Yes, my child. Love is sacrifice, the kind that expects nothing in return.” As years passed, Amina saw love in many forms—when her father carried heavy baskets so her mother wouldn’t have to, when the village elders shared their wisdom with the y...
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