This story tells the tale of two small children. Their father was a woodcutter and had a wife whom he had married after the death of the children’s mother to take care of them. But the wicked stepmother didn’t love the children as she should, so she often incited the father against them, to leave them in a place far from home, so she would remain alone as mistress of the place, and no one other than her would win the father’s love. ...
Our Arab popular heritage, its exciting tales and beautiful myths, are the best we can hear or read. Every time we listen to a short story from our heritage, we may learn how that legend began or the secret of its name. Our legend is like a novel about the reason for naming the rainbow by this name, but it is known in brotherly Algeria as “Arous al-Gaith” or “Bride of the Rain.” ...
It is told that a prince of a region wanted two centuries according to what is the Chinese law, to marry the emperor’s daughter, and he has to choose his future wife appropriately, and he had to find the girl who deserves his status and love. In the emperor’s palace, a wise woman was serving as a seamstress, for that she was extremely skilled at sewing, so she knew that her daughter was extremely skilled at sewing too for the emperor, and when the wise woman went home she informed her daughter of the emperor’s call, and her daughter said to her mother: Mother, I will receive that party and be among the candidates, so the wise woman said to her daughter: If you are from those who will come to that party and are extremely modest, and you are the emperor’s daughter, be extremely happy and modest for the reality of what might be painful. ...
This lion is the kingess of the forest. When the sun sets, he looks around him, and many animals go to the river to drink, then says to the elephant: I am a great one but I am weak from him, then the lion looks at the two lions crouching and roaring, so he says: This is sweet and fast but his escape is too easy. Then the lion looks up and sees quickly the tiger, the fox, the deer, and many other types of animals, then says: I am the king of all these animals, I am the strongest of them all, then the lion raises his head high and fills his chest with roar, then roars until the forest’s animals hear him. Then the lion says: Yes, I am the king of all animals who fear me. ...
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. ...
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. ...
In one of the distant villages of India, a farmer returned one evening while holding two bulls in his hand. He had bought them from the market and decided to benefit from them. The farmer was happy because he wouldn’t graze from others anymore, and with the presence of those bulls, he could cultivate his land by himself. The farmer was also planning to gain money by grazing the bulls for his farmer colleagues. ...
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. ...