The Artisan’s Mirror In a bustling town, nestled between rolling green hills, lived a young artisan named Rafi. He was known for his intricate mirrors, each uniquely designed, reflecting not just the faces of those who looked into them, but something deeper—their essence. One day, a traveler named Zahir visited Rafi’s shop. He admired the mirrors but seemed troubled. “I have wandered far and wide,” Zahir said, “seeking to understand myself, yet every reflection I see is incomplete. My words fail me, my gestures feel empty. How does one truly express who they are?” Rafi smiled and led Zahir to his workbench. “See these shards of glass?” he asked, pointing to a pile of broken pieces. “Each fragment reflects only a part of me—my hands at work, my furrowed brows, my focused gaze. But when I craft a mirror, I bring them together, forming a whole.” He picked up a half-finished mirror and continued, “Self-expression is like this. It’s not just words, gestures, or thoughts—it’s all of th...