Family

After his long journeys in the ocean, Mr. Bahlool arrived at the Coral neighborhood. The Coral neighborhood was beautiful and quiet, but according to Mr. Bahlool’s opinion, it was too quiet. He sat for the first, second, and third days, but no one visited him at his home in the anemones until he heard screaming. It was the mailman who had been stung by one of the painful anemone stings. Mr. Bahlool treated the mailman, then hung a warning sign. The neighborhood residents must be afraid to visit him, so he went out to get to know them, for he loved gatherings of neighbors very much. ...

In a beautiful town in northern England lived a small family. The father worked as a simple engineer, while the mother worked in one of the hospitals. They had a small son named Marc. Marc played continuously and didn’t want to rest. He was always causing trouble for his parents because both the father and the mother worked. Marc didn’t listen to his father’s advice. On the contrary, he played with words and troubles. This affected his father’s work until the father suffered greatly from Marc’s mischief. What annoyed the father most about Marc was that he didn’t wear his clothes completely, but was always late. ...

A girl named Nasma was feeling joy because the time of the weekend had come. Her grandfather was waiting for her visit. Nasma went to his house that was near her. She knocked on his door, placing her ear against it to hear the sound of the steps he walked with, which opened for her. She jumped before him like a small cat. The grandfather carried his granddaughter Nasma, then kissed her at the time when her fingers were busy playing with his red mustache. Then the grandfather entered the large courtyard present in his house, which contained in its center a water pool. There were trees surrounded by green color. Nasma inhaled a beautiful fragrance. When she turned toward it and found before her the honey flower, she said to her grandfather: “Put me down, grandfather, for I want to say peace to this flower.” ...

It is told that a girl with a beautiful face and features named Fatima lived with her family in the country of Sudan. She was one of the most beautiful girls of her time. The meaning of al-Samha is beautiful, happy face. Fatima wasn’t only beautiful in shape or appearance, but she was also a very kind girl of high character. She would enter the heart of everyone who knew her, as hearts would smile for her and paths would open for her. ...

The branch felt joyful because the two yellow birds had managed to build their nest above it. Then the mother bird rested over her eggs with tenderness, while the father bird stood beside her, looking at her. A smile filled his beak and didn’t leave him. He remembered how he and his wife, the bird, had managed to build their nest, straw by straw. The bird remembered how they had lined this nest with soft feathers. Truly, this feathers had been soaked with their sweat, but it was delicious and fruitful labor. After two weeks of this life, on a beautiful spring morning, one of the chicks began pecking the eggshell, then stretched its soft beak and began chirping, as if it wanted to inform nature of its arrival to this life so she would open her arms to it. ...

The Tailor Lady suffered greatly from her mischievous children. They would race, play, climb the mountain, roll down the hill, jump from walls, and scatter water around them. They exhausted her greatly. One would say to her: “Mom, sew the pants for me.” Another would say: “Where are my socks?” The mother could no longer bear their mischief, so she ordered them to sleep. “Woe is me, I will lose my mind.” The Tailor Lady was not a successful woman in managing her household affairs. Spiders were nesting in it. She said: “How do I clean my house while taking care of mischievous children?” The Tailor Lady looked at the spiders and said: “Someday I will remove you all.” But the spiders said: “What if we told you that we will send her a girl to help her named Pearl the Weaver.” ...

There was a small village where a righteous man lived. One day, the righteous man had to visit another village to perform some work. He prepared to go. His mother said to him: Why do you travel alone? Take someone with you. The righteous man said: I know I must travel through the forest, but there’s nothing we fear. There are no wild animals or thieves in the forest. His mother said: But it’s better to take someone with you. The righteous man said: Don’t worry, Mom, and don’t fear. Listen, Mom. I will go alone and return tomorrow evening when I finish my work. After that, the mother went to a pond in the house courtyard and took out a turtle from that pond. She said to her son: I don’t agree with your going alone. Therefore, take this turtle with you. The righteous man took the turtle from his mother. ...

Look at my mother’s bag, how a hair tie for her hair and a bandage for this wound on your hand will come out of it. I ask her for anything now, she will bring it out. This is what I said to my brother Abdullah who stood amazed while my mother took out everything we asked for from her big bag. He said to her: Mom, I’m hungry. Will I find something to eat with you? The mother said to him: Of course. Just as the magician takes the rabbit out of the hat, my brother opened his mouth. When he tried to say something, my mother put a piece of biscuit in his mouth. We laughed at the scene. Now it was my turn to ask my mother for something from her wonderful bag. ...

One day, Hanaa was sitting in her room after a tiring day of performing many household chores. Her mother called her repeatedly, saying: Please, tidy your room, Hanaa. Wash the laundry, Hanaa. Put your dish in the sink. Hanaa hated household chores. Suddenly, an exciting idea occurred to her: What if I invented a mechanical girl exactly like her, who would perform the chores instead of her? The little inventor started working, and after staying up late, she completed her invention successfully. The first day was wonderful. She locked her room door and sat playing electronic games throughout the evening. ...

It is told that a merchant decided to put all his wealth on a ship and transfer to a new land, but unfortunately, it sank, and he was left with nothing but his son and a piece of land. One night, while he was resting in his land, a strange dwarf called Malak appeared to him. He said to him: My friend, why the sadness? What saddens your heart? He said to him: I lost my wealth, and I’m worried about my son. He said to him: Ask for whatever you want, and you will find it, and in return, give me the first thing that touches you when you reach your home after 12 years. ...