Once upon a time, there was a beautiful princess named Sina, and she had a small, good, gentle bear named Golo. When the sun rose on one of the wonderful days, the princess wanted to go with the bear on an outing to one of the beautiful places. The princess went with the bear far and far until they reached a distant and beautiful forest known as the Candy Forest. As soon as she looked at the forest, the princess knew why they called it the Candy Forest. ...
That night was stormy, and the three small girls in their captivity—tree branches clapping and the wind whistling—did not feel cold, for the room was warm and the floor was soft woolen. The mother, who liked to recount her grandmother’s stories on such a night, said: Once upon a time in ancient times. The eldest interrupted her: We know the story. There were three girls who secluded themselves until they ate. The mother returned, sighing: No, this is not the story. The middle one said: Three girls work in the Sultan’s palace, and the small one’s name is Love of the Romans. The mother laughed and said: Rather, the middle one whose name is Love of the Romans is the one who deliberately and intentionally threw the thimble into the water. ...
Amer and Maher were brothers who loved each other dearly, moving through life like inseparable friends. They never quarreled or fell out; Maher was always at the top of his class, as was Amer. They were rarely apart, except for the brief moments when each turned to his own special hobby. Amer’s passion was to gaze at the sky, learning the names and positions of the stars, dreaming of one day becoming an astronaut. Maher, meanwhile, searched the earth, excavating for a radiant silver stone he had heard stories about. ...
Once upon a time, there was one of the beautiful valleys full of flowers and large trees with long branches and green leaves, where a small bird was born in a nest at the top of one of the tree branches. That nest was full of eggs. On a bright spring morning, the small birds that emerged from the eggs were born, except only one that was delayed in coming out, as it took a little longer to break the egg and see the light of morning. ...
Parents and those older than us who care about us often advise us not to stand and talk to strangers, or give them great safety and trust when we know nothing about them. The world is full of evildoers who can harm us. In addition to that, listening to parents’ advice makes us dutiful to them, for they know best that in life there are evil people who may attract us with sweet talk and excessive praise until we fall into their traps, and they can attack us later. This is likely what happened to the poor crow. ...
There was a poor boy named Kevin who worked as a traveling products seller at homes in addition to his studies, so that he could complete the necessary expenses to finish his studies. Once, while this little boy was wandering between one house and another, he felt extreme hunger and could no longer take one more step. He thought about knocking on the first door he passed and asking its owners for food. Indeed, the boy headed shyly and knocked on the door. A beautiful girl opened it for him. After a little hesitation, he asked her for a cup of water despite his extreme hunger. The little girl noticed his condition and saw hunger in his eyes. ...
Peace, love, and goodness—all values and dealings advocated by our noble Messenger, who instructed us to practice them with everyone around us. Our friend Amar understood this matter, and this was his way of implementing it. Amar returned from school one day and sat talking to his father about what he had learned from his workshop. He said to his father: Do you know, father, that the Companions of the Messenger of Allah, peace be upon him, used to go to the market without having any need in it? His father replied: And how is that, Amar? ...
In ancient times, there was an evil princess, ugly in appearance, wicked in character. She would hate people, rebuke them, mock them, and belittle them. Everyone who knew her and feared her served her because of the evilness of her nature. She had servants and maidens who would cheat people repeatedly, then return to her with their news and secrets. Whenever she heard what was discussed about her, her heart would burn with malice and she would rage terribly, so that no one would dare approach her or look at her face. ...
In one of the distant villages in India, there lived a small boy named Chandrā with his small family. His father had married another woman after his mother’s death, and the village at that time was suffering from the scarcity of waters, to the extent that all people in the village were going to a distant water well to bring water from there. The small boy would wake every morning to obtain water from that distant place for himself and for his family. The task of bringing water was heavy upon him because of the length of the road and its difficulty, where he would go alone every morning and return. ...
In one of the small cities spread throughout India, there lived a goldsmith named Jifar with his family, living a simple, tranquil life. This goldsmith was very skilled in making antique necklaces and confirming their authenticity. He had been working since his childhood in a large shop for the making of precious necklaces. But his circumstances changed with his family after he died in a severe accident while returning from his work. The family found itself in a great financial predicament due to his absence. He died at a young age without being able to gather the wealth that guaranteed them a dignified life. ...