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Hello, my friends. I am Joud the Amazing. Yes, truly, I am amazing. Do you want to know why? Then come along. I am my father’s daughter. My father is an engineer who supervises building houses. He takes me with him to the workshop sometimes while he supervises the work, and on the way back, he takes me to a shop and buys me delicious candy. I am also my mother’s daughter. My mother is a doctor who treats people and takes me with her to the clinic sometimes. Every evening before I sleep, she reads me a beautiful story. ...

Samer rejoiced greatly when his mother accepted that he go to the shop alone to buy candy. Samer jumped happily and shouted, saying: Finally, my mother agreed. It became possible for me to go to the shop alone. I had been waiting for this day. His mother said: Listen, Samer, you must return home directly every time you go to the shop alone. We agreed. Samer shook his head and said: Good, Mom, we agreed. I will return home directly. ...

In a quiet village near one of the mountains, my father plowed the rough, hard land to farm it. We were living a hard life for a story. We did not have a lot of money. One day, I wanted to buy a comb like the rest of the girls in the village. I took 50 cents from my father’s savings. My mother discovered that the amount had been stolen and asked me and my sister who had taken it from the savings and where it had gone. ...

One day in the winter season, the citrus fruits went on a trip to the fields, mountains, and plains. The eldest sister, Grapefruit, took the lead in front. As for the rest of the sisters, they followed behind in order and arrangement: Pomelo, then Orange, then Clementine, and finally the youngest sister, Lemon. When they reached a high hill, Lemon felt tired and sat on a rock to rest and resist the cold and the blowing wind. ...

One day, I felt pain in my eyes and began searching for my belongings but did not find them. I ran to my mother and father and complained to them my troubles. They quickly reassured me. My mother said, “Basil, my dear, do not fear. The matter is simple.” Basil said, “Simple? How? I do not see well.” The mother said, “I and your father will take you to an eye doctor.” Basil asked, “Why? Am I sick?” The father said, “No, my son, you are not sick, but you must go to a doctor to examine your eyes.” ...

No matter how painful reality is, there is always a ring of salvation called hope. In the midst of crises, graces come to us that make the sun rise again after the darkness and gloom of the moon. It is told that near a beautiful lake in western India, there was a beautiful house on the lake’s shore. A small boy lived there with his elderly mother named Ayoubi. On a hot summer day, Ayoub decided to go to the lake behind the house and swim, for the water was beautiful and cold. ...

Little Omar was sitting in front of the TV next to his father, watching a football match together and listening to the commentator’s comments. Here he heard him shouting at the player, “Come on, Majid, quickly! You must be quick for such kicks.” Omar paid attention to this conversation and turned to ask his father. He asked him how he could always tell him that “in deliberation, safety,” while this commentator was shouting that speed and haste were required. How was this, and was it reasonable to be hasty in any matter? His father answered him, patting him on the shoulders, “The player will not hear this commentator’s shout, and the whole matter is nothing more than stirring up excitement and nothing more. Rather, the correctness lies in not being hasty and in deliberation that achieves great victory.” Omar, who was always hasty by nature and did not like deliberation, was not convinced and waited for an answer that would suit his haste. ...

The bird repeated: Where is my mother? The girl said: Don’t fly oh father, we will find her together. Come on oh son, hold the feather with you. The bird is bigger than me. Bigger by a lot. The girl said: Bigger? Yes, he said. She said to him: I saw your mother coming oh small, I will leave you from her. The bird said: No, no, this is for my mother. It is not small and not big. And it has no beak and no wings. And it is completely different from me even in eating. Its food resembles my food. ...

Friendly animals and their friends are a beautiful matter for the forest, for we learn from them many good qualities like mercy, loyalty, and generosity, besides getting rid of the boredom and loneliness. They are true friends that you can spend with them some of your time in play and fun, and rid yourself of some of the troubles you may be exposed to during your day. They have no need for us except for some play and fun with safety. And if your friendly animal feels this boredom, you will feel an abundance of mercy for pampering him. This is what Maymi felt when she approached her friendly cat. ...

The cat Umbara suffered from the boy Omar who used to chase her a lot, for Omar would grab on the cat’s tail until he almost strangled her and she screamed and meowed severely. This was Omar’s doing in order to tame his grip around her tail and relieve from his pressure on her, and sometimes he would carry her from her nose and make her swing between his hand and the cat would become saved and meowed, but she would not find anyone saving her and leaving him playing loudly with what he did. ...