Children

We must all recognize that cooperation is an important value we should learn, acquire, and practice. Especially because this beautiful value can take the form of helping others or helping ourselves by others’ aid to us—all are different forms of cooperation and care in carrying it out. It may ward off some evils from us and, in its wake, send the wicked away. We have long heard that unity is strength and that the many prevail over individual courage alone, making those who cooperate together like a tightly knit building, each part supporting the other, as happened in our story today. ...

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. ...

The fox heard the rabbits giggling in their field as they jumped and chased each other, happy here and there. The fox’s mouth watered, and he said to himself: How to reach them? How delicious their taste is. Suddenly, a strange idea jumped into his head, and he quickly executed it. He put black glasses on his eyes and held a stick in his hand, heading toward the rabbits, feeling his way with the stick as a blind man does. ...

In a small room on the surface of a white paper, the square, triangle, and circle lived in love and harmony. One morning, an event caused disagreement and quarrel among the three geometric shapes. A long-legged spider crept into the small room, climbed the wall, intending one of the corners, then began weaving fine threads skillfully, weaving a web to catch insects. As soon as he finished, he tied one of his threads to the ceiling and hung swinging. When he reached the edge of the window, he shouted: Spider, spider, come, for I have found a place for you to weave your web. The spider approached him, saying: By God, have you found the place? I’ll divide it for you. Look at the ceiling, there are three empty corners. The spider smiled and said: Oh, what a lovely spider. I got tired trying to weave my web but didn’t succeed. ...

In the small, beautiful village with its wholesome air and flowing river, with its sweet waters and fish playing here and there under the waters, the old fisherman would go out every day with one of his daughters. They worked together, where he would fish and leave to his daughter who accompanied him the task of placing the fish in the vessel they collected inside. The father and his eldest daughter returned one day after catching as many fish as he could for that day. He left to his good wife the task of cleaning and preparing it for lunch. While they were sitting around the table, his daughter Layla, the youngest of his daughters, asked him how he caught those good fish. He answered her that he only puts bait in his hook or net and throws it to them in the water, waiting quietly while glorifying God. ...

Deeb, who they call Deeb, woke up from his sleep in the morning and wanted to go to the orchard. But outside, clouds in the sky, and rain was knocking and beating the window glass. Tok, tok, tok, tak, tak, tak, tak, tik, tik, tik, tik. My mother said to me, Deeb, Deeb, don’t go to the orchard today. Listen, the rain is knocking and beating the window glass. Deeb and His Determination: Deeb said without concern: The rain is knocking! Let it knock. I will take Papa’s big umbrella and go to the orchard. Deeb, Deeb quickly ate, drank, dressed, put on his shoe, carried Papa’s big umbrella, and went to the orchard. ...

In the beautiful forest with tall trees, clear sky, and vast fields here and there, all the rabbits lived in that forest in close huts, where they cared for each other, worked together every day, then the family gathered at night to exchange conversations, then everyone went to their hut for rest and sleep, so they could wake up early in the morning for work. That was the rhythm of the rabbit family’s life. One night, the beautiful family gathered, began playing and having fun, and the night filled with much dancing and singing. The old grandfather rabbit got up and went to the water well to bring some water. He lowered the bucket, moved the rope a little, and began raising the bucket, but he felt the bucket was light to carry much water. So he lowered it again, lengthening the rope a little, then raised it to drink some water, then placed the bucket on the well’s edge. ...

In the quiet, beautiful village overlooking a sweet river and many trees, the mother hen lived with Jamila, the daughter of the woodcutter. Her duties included caring for the animals in the barn and the birds too. The mother hen was brooding on her eggs. As she was accustomed and learned from the grandmother hen before her death, in order for the eggs to hatch and the chicks to come out, she must brood on them and warm them for a period of time, then wait for them to come out. ...

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? ...

It is told that there was an arrogant boy named Mark. He always walked in the village with his hands in his pockets, his eyes looking down, and not talking to anyone. For this reason, the other boys avoided him, didn’t say anything to him, and didn’t play with him. When he disappeared from sight, they felt they breathed more freely. Therefore, the arrogant boy remained alone. He didn’t have any friends except a group of doors and windows, some stray dogs, green trees, and a flock of geese resting on the bank in front of his house. One day, the boy was walking on a road called Kuwif and Far. While he was walking, he met the tailor’s son named Samuel. ...