Samer rejoiced greatly when his mother accepted that he go to the shop alone to buy candy. Samer jumped happily and shouted, saying: Finally, my mother agreed. It became possible for me to go to the shop alone. I had been waiting for this day. His mother said: Listen, Samer, you must return home directly every time you go to the shop alone. We agreed. Samer shook his head and said: Good, Mom, we agreed. I will return home directly. ...
There was a fox named Flah who lived in a village with his children. He was envious of his neighbors and thought it was the time for his children to get married. He gathered them and said to them, “You have grown, so tell me what you desire so that you get married, and then I want you to search for beautiful women and live a wonderful, noble life.” The children said, “But, O father, how will we find the women? It will be difficult that we search for them by ourselves.” The smaller one said, “I will not stop you, O father, but give us permission, for we are not old enough.” ...
There was once a吵ing child who was吵ing, Marak. He lived with his father and his older brother outside the city. His father was working in the candy factory and was carrying a lot of it to the house. Marak loved to eat these candies in all the times. One day, his father came to the house and he was吵ing something over his back. Marak asked him with astonishment, “What is this, O father, that you are carrying behind your back?” His father brought a large box out of the suitcase, and the box was like the candy box that he brings from the candy factory. ...
The mother ant said to her sons and daughters, “Let us go inside, O my children, for the wind is strong in the outside and the weather is severe cold. Go into the house to the ant’s house. The elder son of the ant’s colony shouted and said, “Mother, wake up, O children, until you are not caught by the water and get sick in the rooms with warmth.” The mother said, “My God, I have carried all the sugar that we had of foods, and we did not remain anything for us.” ...
A wonderful story about my grandfather who lived in a far village. He was a good, kind man, and although he was a poor farmer, his land had never prospered. The farmers were吵ing and complaining while he was cultivating and cultivating and his land was white and telling the foxes, “Every day you cultivate the land, it becomes white and has not produced for years on top of you that I would sell it and buy a better land.” So my grandfather would say, “This is my ancestral land, and they were cultivating it constantly thinking I am sick that I do not make an effort with my own mind.” ...
A man had two wives. One was named Zeinab, beautiful and吵ing a lot, and her husband never loved her or wanted to marry her, because every time he came to Zeinab she would be upset with his wife and beat her with a hand between them while she was sleeping at night, and in the day she would go out early with her son’s wife’s small clothes to put on him, and then take the sheep and the animals to the fields and pastures where she would find food for her son and his wife, and she would remember her husband’s good deeds and what he had done for her. He left her with love and kindness, so whenever she woke up before the sun rose, she would wake up her son’s wife, dress her with new clothes, and take a bowl of milk and foods to the fields and plains where the sun would go down. ...
The rooster went out with its chicks to search for food. The chicks were吵ing a lot because they were hungry and thirsty. The rooster stood among its chicks and said, “O my children, do not go far away from me, lest you be exposed to danger. For the fox may be stranger here, or may be hunting us.” So the fox was following the rooster and its chicks. The cunning fox was hiding under a tall tree, watching and not moving. But he was not able to deceive the chicks because of the rooster’s crowing that was warning its chicks from time to time. ...
There were two doors in the same house. One of them was a door of wisdom, while the other was a door of food. But the common matter between them was that they lived a life like cats. The house was full of children who were吵ing a lot and not obeying anyone’s order, and they did not stop at hitting the two doors, for they were hitting those two doors day after day. ...
Islam is a religion that hates lying because it leads to corruption and then to fire, and God loves truthfulness. God the Exalted hates the liar in this world with a severe and painful punishment. Therefore, God has revealed many noble verses that detest lying and urge truthfulness, as His statement, the Exalted: “Indeed, God does not guide the treacherous deceiver” (Surah Al-Mu’min, verse 28). Here is a collection of stories between truth and lying, and what happens to those who lie. For God, the Exalted, is just in His judgment, guiding the truthful and hating the deceivers, and seeing their deeds. ...
One morning, I woke up early and was not prepared that I was wise. I called with a loud voice, “Mother, Mother. My mother entered to my room while I was telling her, “Wake up, O my dear child. What is wrong with you?” I said to her, “Mother, I dreamt a strange dream last night and was frightened a lot.” My mother sat on the edge of the bed, scolded me, and asked, “What did you see in the dream? For I saw, O mother, that when I was returning from the school and did not find the way to the house and could not distinguish myself from the other voices, so I asked the mother, how is that?” The daughter said, “This, my daughter, is what happened. For everything around me was voices, trees, flowers, trees, and the wind and the clouds.” ...