Storytelling

There was a beautiful lake surrounded by lush green grass, beautiful trees, and mountains from all sides. On the shores of this lake grew the most delicious banana trees. On top of these trees lived a large monkey for a period of time. In that lake also lived a small number of crocodiles. There was one crocodile who came every day to collect banana fruits that fell from these trees. This crocodile visited the trees every day until he became an intimate friend of the monkey. The crocodile and the monkey met every day and played together. The monkey also helped the crocodile by providing more fresh banana fruits from the tree. Their strong relationship with each other continued until they became close. ...

There were three brothers living together in a small cabin near the forest. The first was named Samuel, the second Timothy, and the third Zander. The three were hardworking and honest. They worked every day in the forest cutting wood, then went to the market to sell it at a suitable price. To spend on themselves and be able to live, their lives continued this way, but after a period of time they became dissatisfied with their lives, for each one of them wanted to live differently. ...

Reem looked out the window and saw nothing because of the night. Warm steam came out of her mouth and nose, filling the glass. She drew lines and circles on the glass with her finger. The night ate my tree, Father, my tree that I planted. I don’t see it. In the morning, a wind blew in the garden, and Reem looked out the window and saw the houses and trees in their places. ...

Somewhere in a neighboring village, there is a wonderful garden known only to a small number of people. Its owners have pure hearts and unique spirits. They are the fairies that still exist to this day. When the moment comes when the light of evening floods the universe and mixes with the horizon that wears the golden color mixed with pink silk, and the blueness of the night ends and darkness comes, the path of the fairies forms where they wake up slowly. ...

It is told that in a distant kingdom, for a long time people lived happily under the rule of a good king. In his reign, the kingdom was prosperous and the people felt comfortable and satisfied. There was no hungry or needy person in his time, because the king was always thinking of his people and trying to please them. One time, the king decided to take a tour of his kingdom and visit historical places and distant places of worship. Because he was a just ruler who felt for the people, he decided to travel on foot so that he could interact with the people and see them and be seen by them up close. ...

At sunset, three thieves took refuge in a cave near one of the cities. They remained all night planning to steal money from one of the villages. In the morning of the next day, they disguised themselves as wealthy merchants and went to the market. When they reached the moneylender’s shop, one of them entered it, while the other two remained talking outside. The one who entered the shop expressed his urgent need for money and said to the moneylender: I hope you will lend me a thousand pounds. The moneylender said to him: For how long? He said: Two months. The moneylender said to him: Then you will pay me 2000 pounds. The thief said to him: No problem. The moneylender counted the amount and gave the man a check, asking him to bring two witnesses to sign it. Soon the thief returned with his two companions. They pounced on the moneylender, gagged his mouth, tied him with ropes, took the money, and hurried with it to the cave. ...

I am the cat with the long tail. The story began when a sheep and his family came to live in the house at the end of the street. I couldn’t imagine that sheep could scare my father, brother, and mother to this degree. I don’t know what a sheep is. I only know that when he speaks, he says baa. Suddenly, my father closed the door of the house and forbade us from going out because the sheep might harm us. My father was talking with my mother and brother about the sheep issue for long periods, and I was sitting alone feeling bored. It became forbidden for me to speak, and it also became forbidden for me to play with the wool ball that I love. As for the toy my mother made for me in the shape of a mouse, my father wouldn’t let me play with it, so that I wouldn’t make a sound that would make the sheep notice my existence. ...

She came to me shyly, saying: I want to buy a doll, my daughter. And why a doll now? She said: I want to play with it like my friends. So I said to her: Is playing with a doll necessary? She said: Yes, I wish I had a doll to change her clothes and make her shampoo her hair. So the father said: I will try, God willing. So I went to the doll shop, hoping to find a cheap one. I wished I hadn’t bought some fruit this morning so that I would be able to buy the doll she wanted. For my little daughter is smart and sweet and shy. She dreams all the time of having toys like her friends, and I always postpone it with many excuses. She doesn’t get angry but stays silent and submits. The excuses didn’t work this time, and there was no trick left, so I must buy her a doll. ...

One morning, the paintbrush woke up to the shouting of the colors sitting in the box. The sounds were mixed and loud, so she didn’t understand the reason for the quarrel. She moved her head and her soft black hair fluttered, then said in a low voice: Shhhh, why all this noise? What’s the story? The Red Color: The red color answered, sparks flying from his eyes, Answer me, O paintbrush, am I not the one who represents the blood of martyrs, red roses, and tongues of fire? Then I am the king of colors! ...

There was a girl alone in the house. The night was dark and the sky stormy. She was alone in the house and about to go to bed when she saw a scary shadow appearing from the window. She shouted in a loud voice: Who’s there? Suddenly, lightning began to illuminate the room like a light lamp that goes out quickly. I saw the face of a lion, and at the same time, I heard the terrifying sound of thunder, as if the lion was roaring from the window. The lion looked like the lion I had seen at the circus in the city. They had announced his absence on the television news. ...