Anecdote

It is told that there was a certain man in the city who claimed that there was a frog in his stomach that he had swallowed. He constantly complained that the presence of that frog in his stomach caused him much suffering and severe pain. When the man’s suffering increased greatly. Finally, after the man’s long suffering due to the presence of the frog he claimed was in his stomach, the man decided to go to the city’s doctors and began visiting all the doctors in the city, one by one. Every time he went to a doctor, he would tell him about the frog in his stomach that he suffered from greatly. ...

I heard about my father the generous that he said: I passed with my father in the road of the grave, playing with dust, and he said: The dust has risen greatly. He has settled. The Walking in the Grave: So my father from them said to him: Oh sheikh… where do you go if the dust falls upon you in the grave? So he went around and fell, and my father was standing with his grandfather in the house. ...

It is narrated that in one of the years a great lying happened. A merchant who was very wealthy, so he became famous in the markets! The Man Crying in the Markets: So the crier was walking in the markets, saying: Who found a bag so and so and so… For him is half what in it is lawful lawful lawful lawful lawful lawful lawful. If he returns to his owner. ...

The days laughed at one of the misers, and he became a governor. This governor, despite his miserliness, was hated. People didn’t befriend him, didn’t love him, and couldn’t tolerate his company. Every night, he would send for Ashab to keep him company and make him laugh. But Ashab would flee from him or hide at one of the neighbors because he would stay with this governor all night, talking to him and making him laugh without finding at the end of the night a morsel to satisfy his hungry stomach or a dirham to buy something for his children. ...

Both Bamboo and Tambo were good friends. This time, they planned to cause significant damage. They thought about sitting inside the train’s engine compartment. The train was stopped at the railway station, and there was a large man with a huge mustache checking the passengers’ tickets. The train conductor was not visible. Bamboo, sitting in the tree, saw that no one was beside the train’s engine compartment. So Bamboo and Tambo slowly descended from the tree, and each began climbing the train’s engine compartment. They wanted to ensure no one was inside the compartment, and they found the door open. So they climbed the stairs and entered the engine compartment. ...

There was once a吵ing child who was吵ing, Marak. He lived with his father and his older brother outside the city. His father was working in the candy factory and was carrying a lot of it to the house. Marak loved to eat these candies in all the times. One day, his father came to the house and he was吵ing something over his back. Marak asked him with astonishment, “What is this, O father, that you are carrying behind your back?” His father brought a large box out of the suitcase, and the box was like the candy box that he brings from the candy factory. ...

One day, I felt pain in my eyes and began searching for my belongings but did not find them. I ran to my mother and father and complained to them my troubles. They quickly reassured me. My mother said, “Basil, my dear, do not fear. The matter is simple.” Basil said, “Simple? How? I do not see well.” The mother said, “I and your father will take you to an eye doctor.” Basil asked, “Why? Am I sick?” The father said, “No, my son, you are not sick, but you must go to a doctor to examine your eyes.” ...

The fifteen-year-old boy Suno was returning one day from playing to his home. On his way back, he found a child crying. He asked him the reason. The child cried with abundant tears and said to him, “I have lost my new mobile phone, and I am from a poor family. My father bought me a mobile phone with great difficulty. If he knows I lost my new mobile, he will be very angry with me. ...

Outside, a strong wind blew, and the cypress trees swayed north and south, almost hitting each other. On the clothesline in the neighboring building, the clothes’ sleeves danced with the wind. After the shift ended, the boys gathered at the club. Badr put his face on the window glass, looked outside, and said, “This is exactly the right time to build a kite.” The guide Suad said, “We will build a big kite at home.” Badr said, “You will see tomorrow the beautiful kite we will bring.” Ahlam said, “Yes, yes. I, Ali, Majid, and Fadi are friends and neighbors. We will prepare a big kite at home and bring it tomorrow to the club.” The guide said, “Good. If the wind continues to blow tomorrow, we will all go out to fly the kite.” ...

Our Arab folk heritage abounds with many grandmothers’ stories that they used to tell us when we were small children. Among those folk stories is the story of the Locust and the Bird from our brotherly Tunisian heritage. Zahra was staying at her grandmother’s house for several consecutive days. During the period she stayed, she would go out every day to water the flowers in the backyard garden. One day, she saw a shiny green locust standing on one of the flowers. She kept contemplating it until her grandmother came, grabbed the locust with her hands, and said to the children, “Here is the bird’s wife, oh children.” The boys cheered a lot, but Zahra asked her grandmother to tell her the story. ...