Singer Wintana nuredin /new year song 2026 /የ አዲስ አመት መዝሙር /2019

Singer Wintana nuredin /new year song 2026 /

Beautiful Story:

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A lush coffee plantation, a green hill, and a place among the golden colors of Yared’s ancient songs… That was where our story began.

Living in a small, beautiful village near Jimma, Selam was a young woman whose eyes were as serene as her name. She lived with her father, who owned a coffee farm, and every day the aroma of freshly packed coffee filled her mind with poetic and artistic ideas. Although she was highly educated in the city, she returned to her village because she loved the greenery of her hometown and her father’s hard work.

On the other hand, there was Daniel—a city boy, a civil engineer, and a nature-loving cameraman. When Daniel came to this village to take breathtaking photographs of the nature and culture of rural Ethiopia, he had no idea that his life would change completely.

Day One: In the Coffee Field

One morning, as the sun melted the morning dew and lit up the tops of the hills, Selam was drawing in her notebook, looking at the coffee flowers. The white coffee flowers lay like snow all over the field, emitting a wonderful fragrance.

As Daniel walked among the coffee plants, his gaze fell on Selam. Wearing her white Habesha dress, with the morning sun shining on her face, she created a very beautiful image. Without realizing it, he raised the camera and captured her. The sound of the shutter woke Selam.

As she turned around, she saw Daniel.

“Sorry!” Daniel said, quickly approaching. “I didn’t mean to. But this nature and your image together have such a dark beauty that I photographed you without thinking.”

Selam smiled. Her smile seemed to melt Daniel’s heart. “No problem,” she said softly, “but you should have asked for permission before you painted a human figure.”

Daniel introduced himself, apologizing. That morning meeting became the first page of their love story.

The Fusion of Words and Images

From that day on, Daniel was no longer a stranger to the village. They met every day. Selam would explain the history of her village, the culture of coffee, and the secrets of the hills. Daniel would share his photography skills and the things he had seen around the world.

One evening, during a coffee ceremony, as the smoke of the coffee rose and the aroma of incense filled the room, Daniel carefully observed Selam’s hands.

“Selam,” he said in the silence, “These hands of yours have the ability to paint not only pictures, but also human hearts.”

Selam blushed. “How?” she asked.

“Since I came here, the things my camera sees have completely changed. Before, I only saw objects, but now I have begun to see life and love in everything. And you are the one who taught me that.”

That night, under the aroma of coffee and the light of the candle, the two hearts merged without speaking. Their love blossomed quietly like a coffee flower.

The Test: A Question of Distance and Time

But love is not always a bed of roses. Daniel’s stay in the village had come to an end. He had a big work project waiting for him in the city and the opportunity to go abroad.

The day before he left, they sat on the bank of the river. The sound of the water seemed to echo the beating of their hearts.

“Selam, I have to go back to Addis Ababa,” Daniel said in a deep voice. “But I am leaving my heart here.”

Tears welled up in Selam’s eyes. “Daniel, the city life and your future are not here. I am also part of this land. How can that be?” she said.

Daniel held her hands tightly. “Distance is a matter of geography, Selam, not of the heart. If our love is true, distance cannot destroy it. I will come back. I promise you!”

Days of Separation and Letters

Daniel returned to the city. Although there were hundreds of kilometers between them, their love grew every day. In the village, where telephone communication was difficult at that time, they began to write letters.

Daniel wrote to Selam:

“Dear Selam, amidst the noise and tall buildings of the city, I still miss the smell of coffee and your smile. Everything here is fleeting, but my love for you, like the coffee from our farm, ripens and gains flavor gradually.”

Selam also replied:

“Daniel, the coffee flowers have started to bloom here. I hope that our love will also bloom. Every evening, I go up the hill and look towards the city. You are always in my heart.”

The Hopeful Return

A whole year passed. The coffee beans were red and ripe for picking. Selam worked in the coffee plantation every day, waiting for Daniel to return. Her father, who had seen his daughter’s heartbreak, prayed silently for her.

One evening, as the sun was setting in the west and the village bathed in golden light, a car approached the farm from afar. Selam’s heart began to beat faster.

The car stopped. The door opened and Daniel got out. Instead of his old camera, he was holding a large, wrapped poster in his hand.

Selam immediately ran to him. Daniel opened his arms and welcomed her. All those months of longing and tears melted away in that great embrace.

“You’re back?” Selam said, crying.

“Didn’t I promise you?” Daniel said, wiping the tears from her eyes. “I have finished my work in the city. But now I have come not only for you, but with my true dream!”

Art and a Shared Dream

Daniel unwrapped the poster. It was the first-place picture in an international photography competition—Selam’s portrait among the coffee flowers!

“I won this competition because of your beauty and the nature around you,” Daniel said. “I plan to use the prize money and the knowledge I received to open a tourism and art center in this village. There will be no more separation.”

Selam’s father blessed them with joy.

Ending: A New Beginning

A few months later, a big and grand wedding was held in her village. Her wedding dress was adorned with traditional embroidery, but the flowers on her head were the fresh coffee flowers of the earth.

Daniel and Selam began a new life based on love, shared dreams, and the preservation of culture. Their story became a living testimony, told for generations in that village, that love transcends distance and time.

True love is like a coffee plant; if nurtured carefully, it will bloom over time and bear lasting, delicious fruit.