Love

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. ...

I am Majed. I love our small house, our small house’s garden, and I love my mother very much. I love playing. I love my beautiful cat Bisseh. I love my friends, and I love my father very much. My father is a skilled engineer. He has pens, rulers, a lot of paper, and a large desk. When he holds the pen and starts drawing, I say to him: Father, come play with me! ...

In a forest on the outskirts of a city, there was a beautiful green tree with long, dense branches and many green leaves that swayed gently with the wind. Birds would come to it from distant places and sing the most beautiful songs. It was a beautiful and happy tree. It formed a special relationship with a small boy from a neighboring village where he would come to it daily after school, eat from its apples and play with it. They would talk for hours and hours. He was used to sharing with her everything, his thoughts and future plans. ...

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. ...

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.” ...

Sarah said to her grandmother: Grandma, come to our house. Her grandmother answered: Coming, my beautiful daughter, I will come on your birthday. Sarah said with great joy: And you will bring me a gift. Her good grandmother answered: Of course, my daughter. I will bring you a big bear with a long trunk. Sarah was surprised and said to her grandmother: A bear with a trunk!! The elephant is the one with a trunk, Grandma!! ...

There was a small boy named Peter living with his mother, father, and nanny in a large house that had a beautiful garden and was surrounded by wide streets. Peter was the only child in this family, so they all cared about him greatly and brought him all the toys and things he requested. On his birthday, they held a big celebration for him, and his father brought him a toy box containing twenty-five men made of metal, wearing soldier uniforms. Among them was only one soldier who had one leg that he stood on, and yet he always stood firmly without shaking or falling. ...

It is told that one day in the depths of the sea, there lived a king named Tariton, and Tariton was the king of the sea fishes, beloved by all sea creatures, except one evil fairy named Orsola. The king had six beautiful mermaid princesses, and the youngest of them, Arial, was the most beautiful, brilliant, and stunning among them, and she was beloved by all sea creatures. The reason for this was her beautiful voice, as Arial loved to sing with her beautiful voice, and the fishes would gather around her to enjoy her beautiful voice. ...