“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.” ...
Water is the secret of life, so all things live, and without water, we will die from scarcity. So look at its purity on every drop of water, and don’t waste in its use, for we will be punished for every drop from it. Story of the Drop That Understood the Water Once upon a time, there was a lazy girl named Mary, she wasn’t caring at all to look at the water. Her mother tried many times repeatedly, that she would take an important lesson about the importance of using water, but despite all these attempts, except that the girl didn’t listen to what her mother said, and she didn’t find with her all the previous attempts. ...
Majid is very happy. He’s spending his vacation at his grandfather’s village. Everything in the village seems beautiful, even the moon, whose color was red that night. While Majid was drawing in his room, he heard a strange noise. He ran toward his grandfather. “What’s the matter, Grandfather?” His grandfather said to him as he was preparing to go out, “The village residents are waiting for my first signal to bang on pots and tour the village to scare whoever is strangling the moon and make him leave it.” ...
Our little friend Samir, the owner of different thinking and constant pursuit behind true knowledge, was one day sitting with his companions. They were eating lunch and exchanging conversation in a public place near the school they went to. After they finished eating their meal, their hands were filled with sticky grease and fats as a result of eating some meat. They got up to wash their hands before returning to their homes, but they didn’t find soap in the bathroom, so they washed their hands with water only. Samir noticed that the fat didn’t completely leave his hands. ...
In the night sky of the growing savannas, the American veterinarian, Laura Parker, sat thinking with sadness and despair about the possibility that all efforts made in a project to protect the cheetah in southern Africa might be lost. She had been supervising it with a grant from the World Wildlife Fund. The stars shone beautifully against the background of the soft, velvet-like purple sky. The doctor began thinking about the reason that made cheetah numbers continue to decline. ...
The events of the story revolve around the visit of one of my friends to the underwater research center. I was surprised to find his son inside one of the rooms at the underwater research center, where he was able through his visit to pull out a drop of white water under the huge microscope. So he was amazed at what he saw, his eyes widening with astonishment! Is everything he sees true or false! ...
The car moved away from the Senegalese capital Dakar, and after an hour on the difficult dirt roads, the car crossed a path through vast orchards of mango trees. The mango fruits were large, with a golden yellow color and red cheeks enticing to eat. The father, who was driving the car, said to his children: Of course you will tell me, “Let’s stop so we can taste the mango fruits.” But the children surprised him by refusing, saying in one voice: No no, we have eaten a lot of mango fruits in this country. We don’t want mango. We want to see the wonder! ...
He said to me: Approach and look, what do you see? I approached and looked and saw a wonderful colorful abstract painting. I had not seen the harmony and beauty of its colors in any painting by the world’s plastic artists whose works I had seen in exhibitions, art museums, or the colored catalogs published printed about their works. My friend the biologist: I said, having moved away from the microscope that had invited me to look through it at the painting: Wonderful colors and wonderful harmony. He commented on my words smiling: There are no colors at all in this colorful painting. His statement confused me, but I did not doubt its truth, for he is a biologist, and he must mean what he says. ...