The Honey Flower
A girl named Nasma was feeling joy because the time of the weekend had come. Her grandfather was waiting for her visit. Nasma went to his house that was near her. She knocked on his door, placing her ear against it to hear the sound of the steps he walked with, which opened for her. She jumped before him like a small cat. The grandfather carried his granddaughter Nasma, then kissed her at the time when her fingers were busy playing with his red mustache. Then the grandfather entered the large courtyard present in his house, which contained in its center a water pool. There were trees surrounded by green color. Nasma inhaled a beautiful fragrance. When she turned toward it and found before her the honey flower, she said to her grandfather: “Put me down, grandfather, for I want to say peace to this flower.” ...