Among those wonderful tales of the Night after a Thousand, there is mention of the phoenix bird, or the Phoenix, named after the land of Phoenicia from which the legend originated. Some say its naming refers to a specific type of Greek palm tree. The bird was called the Phoenix because of its long neck. It is an imaginary bird mentioned in the stories of ancient myths belonging to ancient Eastern civilizations. ...
Arab heritage stories, filled with many stories carrying horror and terror, to sons and grandsons, from which they obtained horror and terror through those stories, and story of Najma the robber is one of stories, the heritage that grandsons narrate to their sons, and this is its descendants. The Story: There was a group of small girls who all lived in a small village surrounded by great, wide forest, and in that forest there was no inhabited house. She would appear every period, and disappear in another period. ...
It is told that one night they gathered at the table of the great Sultan, with a graceful, polite face, fragrance, and sweetness, and pomegranate. When the pomegranate was large in size, it destroyed the pomegranate from it. She said addressing her intelligent granddaughter: You are hurting me, so I am eating from your tree, so if my face turned red from shame, it’s your fault for addressing me by your name without preserving it. ...
Long ago, there was a poor couple living together. They didn’t have any offspring except a small hut they lived in and a small piece of land they survived from. They would build it and rely on earning their living from fruits growing on it. But what happened wasn’t according to expectations. One day, his wife became severely ill and went to work alone in the small hill, starting work, and she felt in her belly an intense beating. When she struck with her hand, she looked to see what it was, and there was a gold piece of pure gold. ...
The narrative heritage is that memory of living events, that story that carried the horrors of its events and passed it down by generations to remain rooted in minds with its lessons and reminders, and sometimes terror. What is served by its listener, whether child or adult, is that perhaps one of the famous stories that the brothers narrate to their children in the Arab countries is the story of Mother of Boys. ...
It is told that there was an Arab cloth merchant called Ajjub. He went out one day on a journey with his friends across the sea. When they were enjoying eating, drinking, and playing, suddenly a severe storm struck them, destroying the ship completely until it drowned all his friends. But he was able to save himself with a miracle, through swimming and swimming to the shore of one of the nearby islands. Ajjub was extremely hungry, so he started searching for water and food in all parts of the island. After several hours, he heard a noise coming from the direction of the shore. ...
Lunja is a girl of beautiful appearance, indeed enchanting in beauty. She is the daughter of two monsters, or rather two very ugly monsters. They are the ogre and his wife, the ogress. Those monsters our Arab heritage mentioned long ago, especially in Algerian society. Princess of the Forests: There was a saying Lunja always heard while playing with her rooster, which meant: What are you thinking in your mind, Lunja? That saying was an indication of Lunja’s beauty, her elegance and grace. This extraordinary beauty that made all the princes of that ancient era always desire to marry her and propose to ask for her hand. But the fame of her monster parents would spread the news of Lunja’s beauty and force those princes to think a lot before taking that step with two wild monsters like them. ...
Some of the stories and narrations we hear from our grandmothers may not constitute heritage passed down by generations. They may be narrations about true events they lived at their age, by their familiarity with reality and that ancient time periods were indeed filled with events that today’s mind cannot easily believe. The narrator says and her name is Asma: We were sitting in our rural home one of the winter nights extremely cold in temperature. The weather was storming severely outside to a truly terrifying degree. During those thunderous storms and this unstable weather, the electrical current suddenly cut off. ...
Hundreds of years ago, in ancient times in one of the villages, lived a family consisting of six individuals: parents and four sons. During that period of ancient time, people enjoyed many marvels and miracles that were granted to many. That small family was full of different abilities of its individuals. The daughter was called Rufa, and the four sons had inherited their strength and power from their father Einov, who was able to kill a huge bull with only one strike of his hand. ...
There was a boy living with his old grandmother in one of the villages. They had a goat. They would sell its milk and live on the money they obtained. The boy was also fond of hunting. He would go in the morning to the forests surrounding the village. If he hunted a rabbit, bird, or something else, he would return with it to his grandmother. They would feast on it, eat it, and complete the day in joy and happiness. ...