face of life

there was a girl named hayaat .She lived in a small village with a lot of happiness.She had a happy family.In her family there were her mother her father,one elder sister and a younger brother.Her grandparents also lived with them.Hayaat was 12 years old when she was very happy, because her mother loved her a lot. Her mother fulfilled all her wishes. She was very fond of painting. She really enjoyed painting and sketching. But her mother didn’t like any of it. Still, whenever Hayaat insisted on buying colors, her mother always bought them for her—because she loved Hayaat very much Her mother didn’t like painting because she thought it was a waste of time. She wanted Hayaat to only focus on studying and nothing else. But Hayaat didn’t like studying. Her sister and brother always came first in every class and had trophies every year. But Hayaat had nothing. Still, she never felt sad—because she lived in her own little world.hayyat was na afraid of anything because her mother supported her in every matter. she didn't like studying.Here is the full English translation of your paragraph: She didn’t like studying, while her siblings used to get first position and bring home trophies in every class. Her mother was very happy with both of them, but not with Hayyat. Her mother felt that Hayyat would never be able to achieve anything, because she wasn’t good at anything. Her mother had one rule — only the child who got a position would have their birthday celebrated." Would you like me to make this sound more emotional or like a story? ( to be continue) .