Moral-Tale

In ancient times, there was a king and queen living in their great palace. But they weren’t happy, for the king and queen had a daughter they had loved for 15 years, but she suddenly disappeared from the palace, and they hadn’t known her place since then. Sadness overwhelmed their hearts, and they began searching for their daughter but without success. There was a poor girl named Jean living in a large house inside the forest. This girl lived with her foster parents named Chris and Sandy. Chris and Sandy weren’t righteous foster parents for Jean, for they forced her to work in the house all day. ...

Once upon a time in ancient days when magic was a friend to man, there lived a small dwarf named Churo. Churo was looking for a person who could do exceptional things and possessed a brave heart to help him. He traveled through the lands and began searching for the person who deserved his help until he met a young man named Antonio who lived in a distant village. Antonio was a clockmaker, generous, intelligent, and dedicated to his work. Churo loved him, got to know him, and they became friends. Churo was waiting for an opportunity to help him. ...

There was an elderly lady living in a village, and she had a very beautiful daughter. She loved cherries to the extent that she didn’t eat anything else for lunch or dinner. She wanted to eat only cherries. Everyone started calling her by the name Sherry, meaning cherry. There was also a clever lady living in the neighborhood of Sherry the girl. She was skilled in black magic, and in her garden were many cherry trees full of many cherries. Sherry used to sneak into the garden because she couldn’t resist taking some cherries. ...

One day, there was a lazy farmer living with his wife and children. This farmer would wake up every morning, go to the well to bathe, then return to his home to sleep again. Despite owning a large piece of land, he never cared about farming it. His wife was the one who cared for the land to provide them with food. Every day, before going to the field, his wife would try to wake him from sleep so he would go with her. But he would refuse to wake up and pretend to be asleep so he wouldn’t work in the field. His wife felt severe distress from his laziness, but she didn’t know how to deal with him. ...

In ancient times, there was a poor beggar who roamed the streets and collected what people gave him. At the end of the day, he went to his hut to place what he had collected all day. But every day he found that what he had placed had decreased. One day he waited in the hut to see who was taking his food. He found a mouse coming and eating from the food, leaving him only eight things. He asked it, “Why do you eat my food every day?” The mouse said to him, “This is your lot! You’ll only get eight things every day.” ...

In a distant village, there lived two skilled craftsmen, James and Alex. They were close friends who loved carving artifacts from clay. They made toys, vessels, containers, and tableware. But because their village was small, they earned little from their work and didn’t have enough in the evening, yet they didn’t complain. They advised each other. Alex would say to James, “Learn to focus on one thing and know your strengths.” ...

Once upon a time, Henry and his wife Bloria lived in a small village. Henry sold milk and owned a cow pen with his wife. They were accustomed to caring for their cows and providing them with good food and treatment. Therefore, the cows produced high-quality milk, which made everyone in the village buy from him. His work profited well, but despite that, he wasn’t happy. He dreamed of buying a large house and expensive clothes. His wife said to him, “Greed won’t benefit you. We profit a lot, and we should be happy.” He said to her, “How can we be happy with a small house and the cow pen around us? The smell of cows is unbearable.” ...

In ancient times, there lived a righteous man who had three sons: Hamid, Hamdan, and Mahmoud. This man was poor at the beginning of his life, but he worked diligently and sincerely until he had a large trade. He also bought a piece of land that he farmed in his free time from trade, which provided him with a large income. When the man grew old, he gathered his three sons and said to them, “I have grown old, my sons, and have become unable to work. Therefore, I will leave everything I own for you to manage yourselves.” Mahmoud said to his father, “Father, I love trade, and I am skilled in it. If you leave me your trade, I will care for it and develop it.” The father agreed but stipulated that his son Mahmoud must never cheat in trade and must give out zakat money from the wealth at its appointed time. ...

Finally, Sanjab obtained a beautiful home in the rainforest. He exclaimed as soon as he settled in it, “How much I love my new home, the rains, the green grass, and the rain puddles.” The rain fell, and Sanjab picked up a pile of nuts, hazelnuts, and acorns, then hid them in a hole and put a handful of them in his mouth. The animals looked at him and whispered, “It seems the new Sanjab is a glutton and will finish our food. Will he stay here for long?” Sanjab cleared his throat at them and asked them in surprise, “Am I a glutton?” Without words, the animals turned around and left the place. Sanjab froze in his place like a piece of ice and felt he was melting with the rain. ...

Once upon a time, there was a thief named Saif. A young man who lived in a house not far from the main road that passers-by passed in their way to the city. But he wasn’t a normal thief, so he was always standing on passers-by until he saw their treasures during their passing. He took pleasure in their treasures in his house and took out beautiful things. And whenever his number of miseries increased, he took their beautiful treasures he took pleasure in them. ...