Kindness

Our master Hassan and our master Husayn - may God be pleased with both of them - were on the path of a great desert and good smell. Because they were both walking on the path, they passed by a man who was urinating, but he did not improve his urination. The Old Man’s Mistake in Washing in the Desert: For he did not wash his face completely, and did not wash his hands both of them, and left some of his legs without washing. When Hassan and Husayn saw that from the man, they were angry at his mistake in urination, and his age was older than them both. He feared what they had said to him: Improve your urination, or if your urination is not proper, or that you do not know urination. The man became shy and ashamed of them both. ...

It is narrated that there was a farm owner who was a very good, pious, and righteous man. He had a brother for evil, he hated from every good word, and he was cunning and thought of evil intentions. The Farm Owner and His Brother for Good with Good and Deeds: So the farm owner was advising him continuously with benevolence about this issue of evil, and encouraging him continually to restrain himself and control his self, and to remember the good saying, so he was becoming: This is impossible upon me, for I see myself deceiving with the evil of creation, and had built against myself the defects of the human and animals. ...

In one of the days in a beautiful kingdom lived a king and queen. She was kind but did not have children, and she was walking in the garden of the palace looking at the sky and wishing for children, and after two years she took her son to bathe in the river, but she did not know his evil, and the king searched for his son without result but she did not find him, and she went until she told the king. ...

For a long time before the people owned the earth and cultivated it, until many things had a name. There was a place dark under the guard of the fairy of the bees, where this fairy was kind and sweet, and all of her dependents were ready to serve her. At one time from the times there were some evil creatures that were threatening the bees and the forests around them. During the care of the fairy full of thoughts and crossing the fields and the harvests and crops, they were flocking to her to search for the stone of the philosopher’s stone, where this stone was the most hope in obtaining it. ...

It is told that there was once a great emperor who ruled a vast land, a kingdom that stretched far and wide. This emperor possessed every means of happiness and comfort, yet despite all this, he was not happy. He had no friends—not because of any cruelty or harshness in his dealings with others, but rather because of his majesty. Everyone feared him, including his ministers and closest advisors. No one could confide any secret to the emperor, who remained alone, suffering from deep sorrow. He did not know what to do or how to escape this state, until he thought to himself: “People keep their distance from me because they know I am the emperor. But if I want to have a friend, I must hide that from them.” ...

It is told that there was a child named Majid. The child Majid was very fond of food, and he loved to eat with his brothers at home on one table. So once, he filled his plate with meat and rice, and went out of the house heading to the garden of the home, and sat under the olive tree with its wide shade. The Wild Cat in the Garden of the Home: Majid settled in that place to eat away from the eyes. But a cat smelled the food and the meat from a distant place, and began walking in the direction of the good smell, following its sense of smell, until he reached the olive tree. Majid found with him a plate full of good food. The cat’s eyes became green and yellow, and it licked its lips, and began approaching slowly to steal from the child some of the food he had in his plate. ...

In the morning, the spring sun spread its brightness over the earth. In the morning, the children woke up and opened the windows to the spring sun. In the morning, the little birds emerged from their mothers’ wings. In the morning, the animals in the large animal zoos and the small animals woke up. Thus, the spring sun awakened all the creatures. The Spring Sun Awakens All the Creatures: The creatures that fly, and the creatures that don’t fly that live in the burrows, and those that live in the large and small trees, the weak and the strong, the tall and the short. The lion with his roaring, the birds with their chirping, the rooster with his crowing, the horse with his neighing, the bees with their buzzing, the donkey with his braying, the bull with his bellowing, the dove with her cooing, the wolf with his howling, and thus all creatures were awakened by the spring sun. ...

In the morning, the spring sun spread its brightness over the earth. In the morning, the children woke up and opened the windows to the spring sun. In the morning, the little birds emerged from their mothers’ wings. In the morning, the animals woke up in the large animal zoo and small animals. Thus, the spring sun awakened all creatures. Spring and Its Awakening of All Creatures: The creatures that fly and the creatures that don’t fly that live in burrows, and those that live in large and small trees, the weak and the strong, the tall and the short. The lion with his roaring, the birds with their chirping, the rooster with his crowing, the horse with his neighing, the bees with their buzzing, the donkey with his braying, the bull with his bellowing, the dove with her cooing, the wolf with his howling, and thus all creatures were awakened by the spring sun. ...

In a distant land, there was a type of small wild cars that drove freely around the countryside. They didn’t need highways or gasoline because all they needed to move was good ideas and good desires from their strange inventor. Those cars became truly famous, and wild car racing was everyone’s favorite hobby. Every boy dreamed of driving one car because their light weight and the racers’ truthfulness and dedication to work made their drivers perfect. ...

A fairy must possess wings, for those wings are the source of her power, as all the magic is in them. Our Adalina wasn’t an ordinary fairy. She didn’t possess wings, but more than that, she was a princess, the daughter of the great Queen of Fairies. Because she was very small like a flower, life was just a chain of problems for her. She wasn’t only unable to fly, but also didn’t possess any magical powers, as the fantastic magic came from the two delicate crystal wings. ...