Personal-Growth

Every morning, my father distributes our share of coins to us before we go to school, and he repeats to us the advice we have memorized by heart: Buy useful things. Each of us was very happy when putting the coins in his pocket and drawing in his mind a small adventure that suited the value of these pieces. I will buy colored chalk and give it to the teacher. I will buy a plate of fava beans from Abu Mahmoud. But my brother Wael would hurry to the wooden cabinet that his mother had given him, at the bottom of whose shelf he placed his piggy bank. ...

In ancient times, there was a prince who ate all kinds of foods and left nothing in his stomach unrotten. He didn’t look at anything other than it. Eating was his first and last. He didn’t love travel, moving, and roaming. He went out little, had no friends or relatives except the baker. He was the only one who accompanied the prince wherever he went. Everyone was sad at the baker, for burdens descended on him every night. The prince was never satisfied, and he was fat, which made him a cause of sarcasm by everyone. The king noticed this and also noticed the prince’s lack of care for the poor and needy who came to the palace to get food, which aroused the king’s worry. ...