Children

Among the beautiful stories that grandparents still pass down to grandchildren is the story of the young man whom the king made a knight. The story revolves around a foundling young man who didn’t own anything of this world’s possessions except a barley grain. This was the only inheritance he received from his parents. The young man decided to travel in God’s vast land searching for sustenance and adventure. The young man set off carrying nothing for provisions except the barley grain. Darkness fell after he had walked a long distance. He knocked on a farmer’s door requesting shelter, and before sleeping, he placed the barley grain on the doorstep. Then he said to the house owner: This grain is all I own, and I hope no one steals it from me. The farmer replied: Don’t worry my son. Then he said: Be at ease, nothing is lost with us. Then the young man slept with peace of mind. ...

It seems something worries the sheep in their pen, as they gather in a circle with their heads and horns touching. A halo of severe anger sweeps over them and makes their life miserable. They whisper among themselves: Why did their shepherd owner bring this huge dog to the farm? Why does he stay behind them in their coming and going? Why does he watch them and scold them as if he has no work but to chase after them, yet with all that the shepherd gives him special care and attention? For this reason, the sheep decided to complain to their owner. In the evening, after the sheep returned from pasture, the sheep approached the shepherd and said in a sad unified voice: Baah, our owner and shepherd, we feel sadness and severe pain. ...

Twenty days ago, I received a message from Kenya saying: “We regret to inform you that your little Naomi put herself in grave danger and was severely injured. However, doctors saved her life, and she is now recovering. She is undergoing a period of convalescence, rehabilitation, and training so she does not expose herself to danger again. We will keep you updated on her progress as it happens.” The Incident: I felt deeply anxious about little one. At night, nightmares crept into my sleep; I saw a leopard trying to prey on her. I would wake up at the moment I saw the leopard baring its terrifying fangs. Curiously, when I looked into the details of what had actually happened to Naomi, I found my fears were not unfounded. ...

In the famous era of King Arthur, there lived in the land of England, specifically in Cornwall county, an active farmer who had only a son named Jack. Jack was a brave boy who loved hearing stories about giants and fairies, and chasing villains. He enjoyed reading about them, and his favorite time was what he spent with his mother as she told him stories of chivalry and courage, and his father recounted the great deeds of brave knights like King Arthur. ...

It is told that there lived a queen of beautiful face known as the Queen of Flowers. It was natural that she name her little daughter Princess of Flowers. When the princess’s first birthday approached, it was necessary to celebrate this happy occasion with a special celebration. The forest dwarfs wanted to buy some lovely gifts for the princess, but the Queen of Flowers refused and said no one would buy any gift for the princess. She said she would be pleased to receive a gift made by their hands. ...

The blessed month of Ramadan began, and the children of the village spread in the streets carrying beautiful lanterns and chanting the beautiful Ramadan chants, playing in front of the shop of Uncle Ahmed, the confectionery seller, who welcomed them with welcome and greeting. The weather was nice, and at the time of the evening cannon, the children were running and rejoicing at the advent of Ramadan and its crescent. While the children were playing and rejoicing, the big-headed genie with the crooked beard and the long red cat appeared and screamed in a terrifying voice, saying, “Hoh, where are they?” ...

It is told that there was a big ewe living with her seven small lambs in the forest, living a happy life. She didn’t know her enemy except the existence of the wicked wolf who tried repeatedly and continuously to eat the small lambs. One day, the ewe mother went out to bring food for her small children. She advised them not to play together and not to open the door to any stranger, so the wicked wolf wouldn’t come and eat them. ...

This is Burhan. In the early years of his life and like other children, he’s sometimes stubborn and sometimes obedient. In this evening, he seems he will be stubborn, for he doesn’t want to sleep. Outside, the noises are loud and the bells are ringing their sounds. He can’t sleep. He turns to his father saying, “I beg you, Father, to read me a story.” This is Burhan’s father. He’s a kind, tender man, and sometimes more than necessary. Even though the bells are ringing their sounds, he keeps reading to Burhan a story about the beautiful donkey. When he finishes reading, Burhan yawns and turns off the light, saying, “Have a good day, Burhan.” But Burhan doesn’t want to sleep. Here Burhan remembers he forgot to brush his teeth. He calls his father, “Father, I forgot to brush my teeth with the toothbrush.” ...

There was a small girl named Amal. One day, Amal was sitting in her room with her toys, thinking sadly and saying, “I wish my mother was with me now. I wish she would come home and not stay long in the hospital.” Her mother had been injured in a car accident since a week ago and was in the hospital. Amal used to sit at their neighbors, Mrs. Asmaa’s house, and at night her father would take her from there at a late time of the night. ...

Noura, Jamila’s beautiful daughter, loves watermelon. In the morning she eats watermelon, at lunch she eats watermelon, and at dinner she eats watermelon. One evening, the mother put food on the table consisting of chicken and molokhia. But Noura got angry and said, “I don’t like chicken and I don’t like molokhia. I only like watermelon.” Her father said to her, “Chicken is beneficial, Noura, and molokhia tastes delicious.” Noura shouted, “Watermelon, watermelon, I only want watermelon!” Her mother got angry and said firmly, “Molokhia first, Noura, then watermelon.” One evening, Noura entered the kitchen and saw a large watermelon on the kitchen table. She said, “I want to eat it all alone.” She carried it and put it under her bed to eat it after everyone slept. She slept thinking about the large watermelon under the bed. ...