In a small village nestled between rolling hills, there was a dusty old shop. One day, a young girl named Sara discovered a peculiar lamp covered in faded patterns.

Sara rubbed the lamp and to her amazement, a gentle genie swirled out. 'Hello, I'm Aneesa,' the genie smiled. 'I grant courage to those who seek it.'

Singing at the annual festival was Sara's dream, but nerves had always held her back. 'Can you make me brave?' she whispered.

Aneesa tapped the lamp. 'I cannot give you bravery, but together, we can find it within you.'

The next day, Sara sang in front of Aneesa. Each note quivered less than the last, her timid voice growing stronger.

Aneesa guided Sara through the village, encouraging her to speak to the neighbors, who smiled and complimented her voice.

Feeling a spark of confidence, Sara decided to help at the market, calling out to customers with a clear, loud voice.

Each task Aneesa suggested pushed Sara a little more, from rescuing a kitten to leading the children in games.

The festival was upon them. The stage seemed enormous as Sara stepped up. She took a deep breath, remembering Aneesa's lessons.

The music began and Sara sang. Her voice soared across the crowd; no signs of fear, just pure joy.

After her performance, the villagers cheered. Sara found Aneesa glowing with pride. 'You found your bravery,' Aneesa beamed.

The enchanted lamp had not given Sara magic; it had shown her that bravery was in her heart all along.