“Although I wear my nice shoes on my feet, I feel intense heat emanating from the sands on the shore. The sun’s rays appear extremely burning and very hot. Despite all this, I always carry my private umbrella with its cheerful colors. Unfortunately, I didn’t have enough time to finish the generous cream. It melted and fell on my clothes for these reasons. The sun doesn’t please me. The moon is much more wonderful than it. It doesn’t harm anyone.” ...
Once upon a time, oh fortunate one, there was a little boy named Rashad. Rashad was fond of and passionate about farming, and what he loved most among fruits was the good, delicious apple fruit. It’s very beneficial for body and mind growth, in addition to its delicious, tasty flavor. One day, Rashad began thinking about acquiring a complete apple tree. Since he loved farming work and cared about it greatly, he thought about planting an apple tree in his home garden. ...
The father was working in the garden, and the cat Maw was playing with his mother with a ball. His mother said to him: Hurry up, my beloved Maw. I threw the ball for you. Maw threw the ball far away, so his mother applauded him and said to him: Good, Maw. Now you have done it and scored. Now I will go in to prepare the lunch meal, and I will call your friend Arnub to play with you. Maw said to her: No, mother. I will go to help my father. ...
It is autumn, and tree leaves are falling. Qatqat the cat said to his mother: I will go out to the garden. His mother said to him: Good, my beloved Qatqat, but beware of the cold. Qatqat the cat answered: I will keep walking warm. The change of nature due to the autumn season: Qatqat the cat went out, and on the way, he said to himself: Oh, how cold it is! Then he continued walking in the garden. Qatqat noticed that everything looked different. The tree leaves were no longer green; there were brown, yellow, and red colors, as if a new color had come to them. ...
A new morning dawned, cold winds blew. It is autumn. The cat Mishmish put on warm clothes and went out to the garden. He noticed that tree leaves were falling quickly onto the ground. He went searching for the rabbit Arnub. Did he find him in his home? The cat Mishmish and the rabbit Arnub: Mishmish the cat knocked on the door of the rabbit Arnub’s home. He answered him from inside: Who is there? Mishmish the cat said to him: I am the cat Mishmish. The rabbit Arnub came out to him and said: Welcome, Qatqat. What do you have? Mishmish said: Nothing new. Do you want to stroll with me in the garden? Arnub said to him: No problem, wait a few minutes and I will be with you. ...
There was a king living in a large palace with wonderful gardens. In those gardens lived thousands of creatures of hundreds of different species of animals and birds. There was great diversity in the gardens, turning that place into a kind of paradise that everyone could enjoy. But there was only one thing in those gardens that the king hated. Near the middle was the remains of a massive tree from centuries ago, but now it had withered and dried, and it had detracted from the color and beauty of its surroundings. This annoyed the king to the extent that finally he ordered it to be cut down and replaced with a beautiful series of fountains. Later, a wise nobleman was visiting the king in his palace and whispered in the king’s ear: Oh your majesty, you are the wisest of men everywhere. ...
Knock, knock, the door knocks. Should I answer or not answer? Alright, I’ll open the door. I’m feeling bored and don’t know what to do. Who’s at the door? It’s Amal, and with her is a worm. I don’t like worms. But this isn’t just any worm. It’s a special type of worm, an extraordinary worm. Just take care of it and feed it, and you’ll love the gift. Amal placed the worm in a box with twigs and put tree leaves everywhere. The worm would eat and devour everything I put there. One morning, there was nothing in the box but paper and dirt. The worm had disappeared! I searched everywhere. I wonder if the worm is safe? ...
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. ...
A girl named Nasma was feeling joy because the time of the weekend had come. Her grandfather was waiting for her visit. Nasma went to his house that was near her. She knocked on his door, placing her ear against it to hear the sound of the steps he walked with, which opened for her. She jumped before him like a small cat. The grandfather carried his granddaughter Nasma, then kissed her at the time when her fingers were busy playing with his red mustache. Then the grandfather entered the large courtyard present in his house, which contained in its center a water pool. There were trees surrounded by green color. Nasma inhaled a beautiful fragrance. When she turned toward it and found before her the honey flower, she said to her grandfather: “Put me down, grandfather, for I want to say peace to this flower.” ...