The Red Sea is a colored sea, indeed a sorcerer of colors, not only at the surface level where the waters shine with wonderful turquoise purity, but also and especially under the surface of its waters, at the coral reefs that appear to the diver’s eye, behind the glass of diving goggles, as if they are colored gardens frequented by a decorated public of sea creatures in hundreds of forms and with all the colors of the rainbow. ...
He said to me: Approach and look, what do you see? I approached and looked and saw a wonderful colorful abstract painting. I had not seen the harmony and beauty of its colors in any painting by the world’s plastic artists whose works I had seen in exhibitions, art museums, or the colored catalogs published printed about their works. My friend the biologist: I said, having moved away from the microscope that had invited me to look through it at the painting: Wonderful colors and wonderful harmony. He commented on my words smiling: There are no colors at all in this colorful painting. His statement confused me, but I did not doubt its truth, for he is a biologist, and he must mean what he says. ...
Mazen and his sister Mona went with their family to visit their grandfather’s house in the countryside. They were delighted by the visit; the weather was wonderful, the fields were carpeted in greenery, and the air was pure. Birds chirped, composing the most beautiful melodies with their songs, while butterflies fluttered by, spreading their colorful wings to create joyful patterns that brought peace to the soul. While Mazen and Mona were lying on the lush green grass, they heard a soft voice calling out to them: “Mazen! Mona!” They looked to the right and to the left, searching for the person calling them, but they found no one. ...
In the evening, the moon was bright and beautiful. So Noor said to her mother: “Look, oh mother, how beautiful the moon is! It is like the night’s lamp.” The mother laughed and said to her: “True, oh Noor, but how far, for in reality it has neither water nor air, and it is full of holes.” Noor went out to the garden of the house, and she was thinking about her mother’s words. She sat to play with her ball, and between the ball and the time she was looking at the moon and saying to herself: “How beautiful you are, oh moon. I wish I could reach you.” ...
One day, a mosquito saw a lizard drinking from the river and said to her: “Do you believe what I saw today, my friend?” The lizard replied: “What did you see?” The mosquito said confidently: “I saw a farmer harvesting potato fruits from his field, and each fruit was as big as my head.” The lizard replied mockingly: “And what is the size of your head, oh mosquito, compared to potato fruits? By God, deafness is better than hearing this nonsense.” The lizard took two reed sticks and closed her ears with them, then continued on her way in the forest. ...
There was once a simple farmer living in one of the villages, but he was distinguished by ambition and activity. He also produced in his land the best crops at the village level from vegetables such as cucumbers and tomatoes. All the villagers used to brag about Uncle Muhammad’s crops. One day, a journalist visited the village to do some reports about the village. He passed by Uncle Muhammad’s field and the shape of the fresh red tomatoes caught his attention. He asked Uncle Muhammad to taste them. Uncle Muhammad picked some tomato fruits, then washed them with clean water and gave them to the journalist, who was very impressed with the taste of the delicious fruits. ...
The mischievous frog lived in a beautiful lake. The frog was proud of his graceful movements and speed in jumping. He used to play and frolic by jumping on the plant leaves that floated on the lake. A little mouse always watched him, enjoying seeing his graceful movements and high jumps. Whenever the frog saw the mouse looking at him, he would return again to boast of his water shows, jumps and movements. The little mouse became increasingly impressed with him and applauded him warmly. The mouse wanted to become friends with the frog, so he sat waiting for the frog to come out of the water to talk to him about that matter. ...
It is told that one hot summer day, Sara went out with her brother Sami and some of their friends to enjoy playing on the beach and building the most beautiful palaces from the sand, and to get rid of the heat of the weather and enjoy the cool sea breezes and its refreshing air. Their mother prepared a number of sandwiches for them and equipped them with a basket of juices and water. Sara also did not forget to bring her sand playing tools with her. Their grandfather took them all to the beautiful sea beach. ...
The events of the story revolve around the intelligent child Majid, the child who wanted his mother and father to teach him swimming so he would become a skilled swimmer. Indeed, his mother gave him advice and his father gave him instructions about swimming. Majid obeyed them until he was able to swim alone. He was very happy and proud of himself. Beginning of the story: Majid said to his mother while happy and holding her hand: “We’re on our way to go to the sea. I want you to teach me swimming, please, Mother.” His mother said to him: “Good, I’ll teach you swimming as you want.” ...
Mahir was the son of one of the largest and wealthiest businessmen. When Mahir’s father died, Mahir found an iron box among his father’s things. There were things in the iron box that Mahir didn’t know. At the same time, Mahir was traveling to the city to conduct some business, so he couldn’t open the iron box. He took it with him to work. During work, Mahir gave the box to his colleague and business manager. His business manager’s name was Razi. ...