Children

There was once an elephant of beautiful color. He thought he was a famous photographer one day, considering his intense love for photography. But his friends were always mocking his opinion and making fun of him. When he would say to his friends that he wanted to be a photographer who captures all images, they would laugh at his speech. Some of them would say: What foolishness! Don’t you learn there is no camera for photographing elephants! And others would say: You are wasting your time in something useless, as there is nothing to photograph for him in this place anyway. ...

In the morning, Amjad saw Apache airplanes throwing at the opposite building. He saw the warships piercing the building of the man who used to greet him every day, saw the smoke, and heard the screaming. Amjad went at night to sleep while thinking about the man and the airplane. He kept saying to himself while on his bed: Why don’t we have airplanes to throw at their airplanes? He was extremely afraid. In the middle of the night, Amjad screamed, as he saw an Apache airplane in the sky. It was extremely high, higher than all the buildings and trees. He took a stone and threw it at the airplane, but he didn’t hit it. The matter inside him while he was throwing the stone angered the soldier greatly, so he directed the airplane’s machine gun toward Amjad to shoot fire at him. ...

The lion, king of the forest, fell ill and was known for wisdom and justice among the animals. When the disease intensified on him, he became unable to visit except the giraffe. She would attend to serving him and fulfilling his requests. He admired her for her wisdom. One day he said to her: Old age has caught me early. I have become weak in sight and body and cannot remain king of the forest. ...

My name is Firas. I love to tell all people. My mother gave birth to a sister for me, small, small, small. My father asked me as he hugged me: What shall we name her? We must give her a name. Shall we name her Nora? Monitoring My Little Sister: I answered my father with approval, and I was happy. My father laughed, and my mother said: Firas’s little sister, her name is Nora the beautiful, and this is Firas your big brother, the clever prince. I used to monitor my sister Nora a lot. I found that when she was hungry, she would cry and scream with a loud and audible voice. Nora would defeat me when my mother left me alone with her. ...

Once there was a small lion inside the forest. His claws were strong, and his fangs appeared terrifying in shape. But despite his terrifying appearance, the lion named Gentilio was unable to frighten even a small mouse. He was kind and gentle. Therefore, the sparrows and all birds would play around him without any fear. The story of this gentle lion isn’t like any story. When the bird Alkalaq was flying around the world, the lion appeared like a very small ball of hair. When Alkalaq was late in his return, he saw the lion as if he were one of seven equal-sized lambs. Therefore, the bird went confidently in the direction of the sheep flock to take his little newborn lambs. ...

The colored bird heard about a city full of letters located behind the sea. He flapped with his wings and flew seeking that city. Despite smallness of the sea, it appeared to him like a big sea. But he kept flying until he spotted on the opposite shore a large stone gate with many letters engraved on it. Before it stood two guards at full readiness, placing large trumpets. The bird entered from under the gate and greeted the two letters with his head and walked inside. The gardens on both sides of the road were planted with plants, but their shapes weren’t usual. He turned to some of them and found vines made of beautiful letters like letters of Waw, Sad, and Ha. Suddenly, he found himself before a large square paved with flowers and filled with games. The bird stood astonished, contemplating the letters. Letters Jim and Ha were riding horses, and letter Nun was riding on a swing, being pushed by letter Waw with his large head. ...

Once there was a small humble mouse. He lived in a residence inside one of the trees. His house appeared very comfortable and spacious, with benches and a beautiful bed surrounded by flowers, and curtains on the window made by spider threads. When food time came, the field mouse would go out searching for delicious fruits and refreshing water from the river. Later, he would hurry to the green plain to rest under the light of stars. All things brought him happiness. ...

Two workers were walking on their way to work. One of them saw an axe thrown in one of the fields. He took it and said: I found an axe. His colleague said to him: Don’t say I found an axe, but say we found an axe, because we are two and should be partners in it. The Two Workers and the Axe Owner: The first wasn’t satisfied with that judgment and resolved to have the axe for himself alone. Before they left the field, the axe owner saw them, chased them, caught them, and threatened to raise their matter to the mayor for taking an axe that wasn’t theirs. ...

Once there was a child with a very bad personality, behaving disrespectfully toward others. His father decided to discipline him in a different way. He gave him a bag full of nails and asked him to be calm and patient, and to put a nail in the back wall of the house every day. The little boy had many nails with him, and every day he put a group of them in the wall. His father wanted to control his bad personality and his constant mischief by putting those nails in the wall. ...

At the top of the wide forest trees lived a white dove and a black crow, each on a branch of the branches. They were accustomed to quarreling always from morning to evening, because the crow bird believed he was more beautiful than the dove, but the dove knew she was more beautiful than him, so their friendship couldn’t last more than an hour, and the dispute would return again. ...