Barba Melon was the strongest and fiercest pirate in the seven seas. He had collected a legendary treasure during his storming of ships in all parts of the world. It was the largest treasure that made him the best pirate. Barba Melon didn’t trust anyone because he was a strong pirate, so he always carried his private treasure under his feet in a part of his ship that he had securely allocated to place the treasure in. ...
In a small forest in India, there was a small boy named Mowgli. He lived with a group of wolves, where the mother wolf found him alone in the forest. She took him and raised him with her cubs, showing him much care and affection. She feared for him and always warned him to stay away from the pack so he wouldn’t harm himself. Mowgli used to play with all the animals in the forest, for he loved everyone and everyone loved him. So his friendships with animals multiplied, such as the bear Baloo, Bagheera the panther, the monkey, and many other friends. But only one animal hated Mowgli and was waiting for any opportunity to harm him. That was the tiger Shere Khan. ...
It is told that a large fish and her children were playing in a quiet blue sea when they saw ships sailing in the distance. The large fish said: Those are humans. The small one said: I wish I knew where they’re going. The mother said: On a journey for exploration. How I wish to undertake such a journey. I want to know other bays and seas. The mother said: Perhaps one day, but not now, my dear. You’re still small for exploration dangers. I’m not small as you think, Mother. The mother said: I mean when you grow bigger, the whole world will be under your command, and then you’ll discover whatever you desire. How will that be when I haven’t found anyone yet to help me get my chance of play and amusement? A crab heard part of the small fish’s conversation and asked her: What is the thing I hear you complaining about? ...
Arab heritage stories, filled with many stories carrying horror and terror, to sons and grandsons, from which they obtained horror and terror through those stories, and story of Najma the robber is one of stories, the heritage that grandsons narrate to their sons, and this is its descendants. The Story: There was a group of small girls who all lived in a small village surrounded by great, wide forest, and in that forest there was no inhabited house. She would appear every period, and disappear in another period. ...
The narrative heritage is that memory of living events, that story that carried the horrors of its events and passed it down by generations to remain rooted in minds with its lessons and reminders, and sometimes terror. What is served by its listener, whether child or adult, is that perhaps one of the famous stories that the brothers narrate to their children in the Arab countries is the story of Mother of Boys. ...
It is told that there was an Arab cloth merchant called Ajjub. He went out one day on a journey with his friends across the sea. When they were enjoying eating, drinking, and playing, suddenly a severe storm struck them, destroying the ship completely until it drowned all his friends. But he was able to save himself with a miracle, through swimming and swimming to the shore of one of the nearby islands. Ajjub was extremely hungry, so he started searching for water and food in all parts of the island. After several hours, he heard a noise coming from the direction of the shore. ...
Hundreds of years ago, in ancient times in one of the villages, lived a family consisting of six individuals: parents and four sons. During that period of ancient time, people enjoyed many marvels and miracles that were granted to many. That small family was full of different abilities of its individuals. The daughter was called Rufa, and the four sons had inherited their strength and power from their father Einov, who was able to kill a huge bull with only one strike of his hand. ...
One day, an Egyptian sailing ship sailed on a journey to Sinai Peninsula. There were some sailors on it who wanted to explore Sinai’s mines and what minerals they contained. There were many mines in this island with precious minerals. When the ship was on its way, a severe storm struck it, sinking it and drowning the sailors. Only one man survived, who was able to sail until he reached an island called the Magic Island. ...
After Jolliver stayed at his home for a long time and did not sail for a while, the journey was in his house sailing in a natural way. But after that, because of the severe wind, the ship moved away from its land a lot and went into the sea for a period until the water became less on the ship. One day, the ship left Brobdingnag island, and the captain Jolliver with his group of men ordered to take the boat and go to the island to search for water, while Jolliver was standing at the ship’s door inside the island not seeing that the men had left him and taken the boat and moved away. When Jolliver descended from the ship, he found a tall man standing on the shore. ...
Jolliver was a sweet boy, his wife and two sons. But he decided to sail in a sea journey to a beautiful land that seemed charming. But one day during sailing, the ship sank, and Jolliver rode with his chest and a small boat that was on the ship, but the boat overturned with a harsh wave. Jolliver swam until he reached the shore, and he was extremely tired on the shore. When he woke up, he found himself stuck on the shore with many small people who did not reach the size of his foot, and they were walking on his body as if he were a rock. ...