Once upon a time, there was a thief named Saif. A young man who lived in a house not far from the main road that passers-by passed in their way to the city. But he wasn’t a normal thief, so he was always standing on passers-by until he saw their treasures during their passing. He took pleasure in their treasures in his house and took out beautiful things. And whenever his number of miseries increased, he took their beautiful treasures he took pleasure in them. ...
The mother sparrow left her home since early morning and headed toward the meadows to search for food to feed her three small chicks. The small chicks were standing on the roof, guarding their mother’s house. A hawk came out of the sky while their mother was searching for food, so the hawk fell from above the roof. The hawk said, crying, “O sky, I’ve fallen from the sky. How will I find my shelter now?” ...
It is told that one day the mother was cooking in the kitchen and calling her children to eat, but suddenly she heard knocking on the door. The mother stood up and called for the person at the door, then placed the food on the table and went to open the door. But the hungry child who was called jumped up and came out of the opening and ran to the old cat in the alley who had missed her scent a lot, so she went staggering toward the opening door, looking right and left but didn’t find anyone. ...
Have you heard about the arrogant donkey? The animals and birds lived with some of them in a large farm. All the animals loved their owner, the good farmer, because he cared for them a lot, treated them well—especially the strong donkey who helped him in his work in the field and in carrying loads and things without trouble or exhaustion. The farmer would present food to the donkey morning and evening—especially the sweet barley that the donkey loved a lot. ...
Monty Roberts was a wonderful child, and his father worked as a horse trainer. Monty was used to moving constantly from one farm to another, but in reality, they didn’t own any horses because they were poor. When Monty grew up a little, he went to school, and one day he asked his teacher to write him a detailed composition about what he wanted to be when he grew up, which was 7 pages long about his goal in the future. He was dreaming of owning a horse farm, and he had drawn the farm in detail, including the houses, stables, and even the barn doors of the house, and gave the composition to his teacher. ...
Since ancient times, the world was still new, and animals had started working for humans. All animals existed, even the camel, but the camel didn’t want to work. He lived in the vast desert and did nothing but howl. The camel fed on grasses, thorns, and algae existing in the desert, which were also lazy plants like the camel. When anyone spoke to the camel, he would say to him, “Humph,” nothing more. ...
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.” ...
Once upon a time in ancient times, there was a small farm whose inhabitants lived in safety. A crowing rooster lived there with beautiful colorful plumage. The rooster possessed a beautiful natural voice with which he would wake the inhabitants every morning. A strong and loyal dog also lived on the farm, protecting the farm’s inhabitants from every evil intruder. The rooster and the dog were intimate friends, inseparable companions who hardly separated throughout the day. ...
One day in the beautiful streets of Granada, this discussion occurred. A man said, “What a sad thing. He’s a handsome man but hasn’t married.” Another said, “Will he ever choose a wife? Have the women of Granada run out?” Another said, “Will he remain alone?” Another said, “Don’t say that. He deserves a wife to be our queen.” Another said, “Let’s all pray for the beloved king to find his beautiful wife.” Another said, “The king is a generous man and looks for the suitable lady.” Another said, “And who will this lady be?” This question puzzled all the residents of Granada for a long time. ...
In ancient times, the town of Florence faced a catastrophe where the artistic street lost its faith in its art. Painters and artists turned away from colors after they had nourished the spirit of the street with their art. All this was because of poverty. Despite people’s love for art, painters received little. Gradually, the streets lost their beauty, and colors were kept from children. Painters worked in other jobs to earn their living. In those difficult circumstances, some artists tried to elevate the value of art and keep their love for it. ...