Folklore

Birds, animals, and the bat live in the large dense forest. Animals live under the trees and birds above the trees. We must be aware of what are animals and what are birds, and also there is the bat that lives on the tree. The animals lived together happily and never fought, but one day the situation changed and the birds and animals began to fight each other. The animals said we are the best, so the birds said no we are the best, and the war began as soon as someone was harmed, ending in war or skirmish or battle or even bloodshed. A dangerous war began between the two groups, and much killing and noise appeared during that war. ...

Once there was a large forest dense with trees and dark, the dense trees blocked the sun from reaching the earth in the midday period and this made it always dark. There were many animals in the forest and people were afraid to enter it. At the end of that forest there is a large lake and on the other side there is a small village, and the inhabitants of that village were afraid of the animals present in that forest. ...

Two men set off walking on their feet, but with the intensity of the heat they were in need of water, and they did not have with them except one camel owned by one of them, and the other did not have anything he owned. The two friends walked searching for any source of water, until they found a well, but without a bucket that could enable them to carry water. The owner of the camel volunteered to go down to the bottom of the well to carry water and ascend, with the help of his friend, so the friend agreed. ...

Where the green fortress that surrounds Copenhagen is, there is a wide courtyard with red bricks and many windows. In the pots on its balconies grew small balsam and sandalwood. The house looked inside through the windows poor, inhabited by old, poor people. It is Varto! Drama of life: Look high on the window sill, an old spinster leans, picking withered leaves from the lilac and looking at the green fortress, where children roll with joy. What might she be thinking? An entire drama of life gathers in her mind. ...

There was a blind man named Mamoun living in a distant village at the outskirts of Morocco. He was alone in his small, beautiful house, as he was used to living alone without a wife or children. He had a beautiful garden behind his house that he tended to and cared for the beautiful trees growing in it. He planted it with delicious fruits and vegetables that he ate from. ...

When people agree on something despite its error, they think it is the most correct. Although this rule cannot be generalized, Islam at its beginning emerged a little strange, and despite the spread of disbelief at that time and people’s consensus on it, it was not the most correct. It is told that the wife of one of the kings was late in conceiving, so the king sent to all the doctors of the kingdom to look into her matter. God willed that she be healed at their hands, so the queen became pregnant. Days passed one after another, and the king prepared for the arrival of the crown prince until the day came when the queen gave birth to her child. ...

It is told that a well-to-do farmer once lived with his wife and five children in a village in the countryside. This farmer lived off the cultivation of his land, providing for his family from its bounty. However, during one particular planting season, the rains were withheld; they did not fall as they usually did to water his small field. The farmer grew deeply saddened, and he began to sing, pleading for the rain to fall, but the sky remained dry. ...

Juha made a request to his old father to make him a minister to the Caliph in an old country. He would rule this country without distinguishing between right and wrong. After Juha arrived, it entered the Caliph’s head to teach his donkey the alphabetic letters. He requested the wise man and requested him to teach the donkey the alphabetic letters. The wise man rejected this request, then said to him: Juha, why would a donkey learn? I have not heard about something like this in my life nor in the life of our ancestors. ...

Little Mazen is a child in the tenth year of his age. He moved with his small family to a new house near his father’s work so that he would not feel exhausted from driving for a long time. The good father was able to find a beautiful house, and for Mazen there was a special room in it, which he was very happy with, especially the upper room. In Mazen’s view, it abounded with many precious things. He was always fond of everything antique, and in the upper room, he found many jugs, wooden and ivory artifacts, and also brass ones. ...

Shams Rawi, or Red James, woke up one night to a great noise coming from the kitchen. He crept quietly and stuck his head through the door. He saw six old women gathered around the stove fire, joking and laughing. He saw his elderly housekeeper, Midj, distributing cups of drink with the help of her sister, Krunz, and she was in extreme joy and cheerfulness! The Housekeeper and Her Witch Companions: He was surprised by his servant’s boldness in inviting those elderly women, especially after she left beside his bed hot milky drink mixed with alcohol as a treatment for the cold attack he had suffered from, which he drank before falling asleep. It seemed she had pinned her hopes on the effect of that drink in making her master a forgiving, mute, deaf person about the noise of her witch companions and their fun, thinking he would soon teach them a lesson in manners with the end of the broom, which he wanted to do, but he controlled his nerves with difficulty. ...