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.
She went to the garden and tied the tree with a rope and began to lead it as if she were leading a sheep. Her father said to her: The tree doesn’t walk, Reem. She said to him: But I want it to sleep beside me. He said to her: Be careful, Reem, the tree will break. She said: Help me, Father. He said to her: The tree dies if it comes out of the earth. She said to him: I want to play with it. The father said: Give me the rope, I will find a solution.
He tied the rope to her room window, and Reem rejoiced and said: A wonderful idea, Father. I can talk to her every day, and I will also write to her on the glass when I learn to write. If I find her afraid, I will pull the rope and say to her: Don’t be afraid, I’m here. How happy I am. I have a friend named Tree.
Moral of the story: That children should know that trees’ place is only the field, to learn to care for them in their places and not to harm them.