This story tells the tale of two small children. Their father was a woodcutter and had a wife whom he had married after the death of the children’s mother to take care of them. But the wicked stepmother didn’t love the children as she should, so she often incited the father against them, to leave them in a place far from home, so she would remain alone as mistress of the place, and no one other than her would win the father’s love. ...
Once upon a time, there was the last group of dinosaurs that lived on the crater of one of the mountains located far from the provincial forests. They lived for thousands of years away from earthly changes, living in peace and safety without needing anyone. One day, their leader decided to return to the earth to impose control over it. Their leader said: Enough of us living like this isolated from the other world. We must descend to the earth. The dinosaurs destroyed their home that they had made on top of the mountain, then headed toward the earth. ...
Reem looked out the window and saw nothing because of the night. Warm steam came out of her mouth and nose, filling the glass. She drew lines and circles on the glass with her finger. The night ate my tree, Father, my tree that I planted. I don’t see it. In the morning, a wind blew in the garden, and Reem looked out the window and saw the houses and trees in their places. ...
Somewhere in a neighboring village, there is a wonderful garden known only to a small number of people. Its owners have pure hearts and unique spirits. They are the fairies that still exist to this day. When the moment comes when the light of evening floods the universe and mixes with the horizon that wears the golden color mixed with pink silk, and the blueness of the night ends and darkness comes, the path of the fairies forms where they wake up slowly. ...
It is told that in a distant kingdom, for a long time people lived happily under the rule of a good king. In his reign, the kingdom was prosperous and the people felt comfortable and satisfied. There was no hungry or needy person in his time, because the king was always thinking of his people and trying to please them. One time, the king decided to take a tour of his kingdom and visit historical places and distant places of worship. Because he was a just ruler who felt for the people, he decided to travel on foot so that he could interact with the people and see them and be seen by them up close. ...
I am the cat with the long tail. The story began when a sheep and his family came to live in the house at the end of the street. I couldn’t imagine that sheep could scare my father, brother, and mother to this degree. I don’t know what a sheep is. I only know that when he speaks, he says baa. Suddenly, my father closed the door of the house and forbade us from going out because the sheep might harm us. My father was talking with my mother and brother about the sheep issue for long periods, and I was sitting alone feeling bored. It became forbidden for me to speak, and it also became forbidden for me to play with the wool ball that I love. As for the toy my mother made for me in the shape of a mouse, my father wouldn’t let me play with it, so that I wouldn’t make a sound that would make the sheep notice my existence. ...
It was time for Belle to sleep, but her stomach was hurting a little, so she sat in front of the balcony of the house where she lived. Suddenly she saw a cat running, followed by a number of boys. It was clear that they had harmed him. Fortunately, he found a small hole beneath the stairs of a somewhat old building. He ran toward it, not intending anything, and entered it. The boys tried to reach him, but he disappeared, and they couldn’t go down into that hole, so they all left laughing. ...
One morning, the paintbrush woke up to the shouting of the colors sitting in the box. The sounds were mixed and loud, so she didn’t understand the reason for the quarrel. She moved her head and her soft black hair fluttered, then said in a low voice: Shhhh, why all this noise? What’s the story? The Red Color: The red color answered, sparks flying from his eyes, Answer me, O paintbrush, am I not the one who represents the blood of martyrs, red roses, and tongues of fire? Then I am the king of colors! ...
Sarah said to her grandmother: Grandma, come to our house. Her grandmother answered: Coming, my beautiful daughter, I will come on your birthday. Sarah said with great joy: And you will bring me a gift. Her good grandmother answered: Of course, my daughter. I will bring you a big bear with a long trunk. Sarah was surprised and said to her grandmother: A bear with a trunk!! The elephant is the one with a trunk, Grandma!! ...
Every morning, my father distributes our share of coins to us before we go to school, and he repeats to us the advice we have memorized by heart: Buy useful things. Each of us was very happy when putting the coins in his pocket and drawing in his mind a small adventure that suited the value of these pieces. I will buy colored chalk and give it to the teacher. I will buy a plate of fava beans from Abu Mahmoud. But my brother Wael would hurry to the wooden cabinet that his mother had given him, at the bottom of whose shelf he placed his piggy bank. ...