Narrative

Once upon a time, there was a little girl who always wore a red cloak. Because of this, everyone called her “Little Red Riding Hood,” though her name was Layla. One day, her mother asked her to take a basket filled with cakes and medicinal herbs to her sick grandmother. Layla agreed, picked up the basket, and tucked her hood firmly over her head. As she set off, despite her mother’s warning to avoid the frightening forest path, she didn’t pay much attention to the advice. Instead, she wandered through the woods, singing and gathering colorful flowers for her grandmother. ...

There once lived a young boy named Samir who lived with his parents in a beautiful city known for its kind-hearted people. One Friday morning, Samir woke up and ate the breakfast his mother had prepared for him. As was his habit every Friday, he went to meet his friends to play in the park near their neighborhood. After he finished breakfast, his mother advised him to be very careful and to watch his step, especially since city workers were carrying out excavations and there were many holes in the road. Samir said goodbye to his mother and headed off to meet his companions in the park. ...

Hind was a small girl, the youngest in the family. She was much younger than her brothers, and younger than her sister, and younger than her mother, and much, much younger than her father. Everyone loved her and pampered her because she was small. But Hind used to think that as long as she was small and did not do what adults did, she was not important. One day, the family decided - the father, the mother, the older brother, and the older sister - to eat fish. Her older sister said: “Lemon tastes always good with fish. I will go to the market and buy vegetables for the lemon sauce.” ...

One day, a mosquito saw a lizard drinking from the river and said to her: “Do you believe what I saw today, my friend?” The lizard replied: “What did you see?” The mosquito said confidently: “I saw a farmer harvesting potato fruits from his field, and each fruit was as big as my head.” The lizard replied mockingly: “And what is the size of your head, oh mosquito, compared to potato fruits? By God, deafness is better than hearing this nonsense.” The lizard took two reed sticks and closed her ears with them, then continued on her way in the forest. ...

Mona was a young girl who lived in a small town with her family, one night she looked to the sky and saw the moon full walking slowly to the sky with the light of the moon shining on the roof of her house, it was very beautiful for the eye, and she started to thank God for all the blessings that He created around her. The moon was far from her for the eye, and she looked to the moon again and felt that there is a person sitting on the moon, sitting under a tree on the moon, and there were people saying that there is an old woman living on the moon, so Mona thought that this woman is patient and can be alone, and she felt with anxiety for the regret of thinking in this patient woman. ...

This wondrous story occurred in ancient times, in a distant land whose name the narrators forgot. In that time, a thousand crows lived in that land, and a thousand owls. The crows built their nests among the leaves of a high, dense-branched tree. The owls made their homes in caves inside a large mountain surrounding the crows’ tree. Years passed, year after year. Then a greedy king ruled the owls, neither wise nor brave. One day he looked toward the crows’ tree to be his resort and for his close followers. Because he was cowardly, he didn’t declare war on the black birds, but rather betrayed his black neighbors, the inhabitants of the tree. He attacked them suddenly while they were sleeping in safety, killing a large number of them. ...

There was a man named Juḥā. He was on his way to the market, and with him was a basket filled with fruits and vegetables. He was carrying the basket on the donkey’s back. In the middle of the road, the donkey stopped suddenly. Juḥā tried with all his might to push the donkey so that he might move, but the donkey refused completely to move even one step forward. Juḥā felt anger, so he took a small stick with which he would strike the donkey to make him move. ...

The events of the story take place in a Palestinian city, between the little girl Zahrā’ and her kind, affectionate grandmother. When the little girl Zahrā’ went on her day off to visit her grandmother in her old house, full of stories, and while wandering through her grandmother’s room she found a box in her grandmother’s wardrobe. When it fell to the floor, very beautiful buttons spilled from it, and a conversation began between Zahrā’ and her grandmother about the secrets of the button box. ...

In a distant era there lived a king named King Ralph. King Ralph had three sons. The first was named Sam, the second was named John, and the third was named Eric. The king lay on his deathbed, very weary. The king wished to leave the rule to one of his sons, but to do so he had to test them to see which of them was most worthy of the kingship. ...

Events revolve in a country called Pars, about a prince son of its king, and what he will face from trials changing his life completely and changing his nature. The Tale: It is told that in the country of Pars, there was a great and strong person named Fu, very famous and magnified upon all in the palace, to the extent everyone considered him, and the king was very magnified, therefore especially that he wanted to go, and the prince son of the king saw that there was no princess or master in the palace or in the world who matches him, to love him and follow him. ...