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One day, there was a farmer in a small village. The farmer owned land and worked to plant date palms in it. This farmer was very active and energetic, for he used to take care of his small land and wasn’t preoccupied with the kinds of seeds he produces for his palm trees, for he used to bring the best types that were distinguished by their high quality. Therefore, this farmer had won many awards and first prizes because he was the owner of the best date palm product on the level of his village. ...

The dark clouds rose until they covered the sky. The largest clouds that mankind had ever known were descending on the earth. Millions of humans were taking shelter in basements, beating on wooden doors with hammers, screaming, knocking on wooden doors, fearing, fleeing, and moving. They were doing this, lighting lamps and screaming with their throats and instruments, destroying houses and their strong hands. Also wooden ceilings didn’t cease emitting dangerous fumes. ...

This is the third day in which the fox hasn’t eaten meat food. He rejoices running and seeking some food to satisfy his hunger, and takes the path to the borders of the nearby village in the forest he lives in. There and before the door of one of its residents, he found a fat dog, appearing with signs of happiness and joy, and he was sitting by the door to receive his visitors and welcome his guests. ...

In ancient times, there was a man who worked as a baker. All he owned was a mill and a donkey. The baker was married to a woman who used to hate him and treated him badly despite the fact that he loved her extremely and wished to earn her approval. One day, his wife loved a neighbor, but this neighbor hated her extremely. One time, her wife saw him in a dream that someone was talking to him and telling him to dig in a place beside the millstone, and he would find there a great treasure. ...

In ancient times, there was a powerful king who ruled a beautiful kingdom. A tree used to grow in it bearing golden apples. Despite that this magical tree grew at a very fast speed, its fruits of golden apples were decreasing day after day. When the king learned of this matter, he ordered that one of his sons stay beside the tree every night to know where the golden apples were disappearing. The king had three sons. He insisted that they take turns watching that tree, one after another, for only three nights. ...

In ancient times, there was a prince who ate all kinds of foods and left nothing in his stomach unrotten. He didn’t look at anything other than it. Eating was his first and last. He didn’t love travel, moving, and roaming. He went out little, had no friends or relatives except the baker. He was the only one who accompanied the prince wherever he went. Everyone was sad at the baker, for burdens descended on him every night. The prince was never satisfied, and he was fat, which made him a cause of sarcasm by everyone. The king noticed this and also noticed the prince’s lack of care for the poor and needy who came to the palace to get food, which aroused the king’s worry. ...

The weather was extremely hot, and the sun was very burning as if it would burn everything on the face of the earth. The plants began to dry, the animals began to get thirsty and hungry. The fish died in the depths of the seas, and the sky of the clouds rose until one of them and descended to the wise Indian elder and said to him, “Do I have permission to help you?” ...

The blessed month of Ramadan began, and the children of the village spread in the streets carrying beautiful lanterns and chanting the beautiful Ramadan chants, playing in front of the shop of Uncle Ahmed, the confectionery seller, who welcomed them with welcome and greeting. The weather was nice, and at the time of the evening cannon, the children were running and rejoicing at the advent of Ramadan and its crescent. While the children were playing and rejoicing, the big-headed genie with the crooked beard and the long red cat appeared and screamed in a terrifying voice, saying, “Hoh, where are they?” ...

It is told that there was a big ewe living with her seven small lambs in the forest, living a happy life. She didn’t know her enemy except the existence of the wicked wolf who tried repeatedly and continuously to eat the small lambs. One day, the ewe mother went out to bring food for her small children. She advised them not to play together and not to open the door to any stranger, so the wicked wolf wouldn’t come and eat them. ...

This is Burhan. In the early years of his life and like other children, he’s sometimes stubborn and sometimes obedient. In this evening, he seems he will be stubborn, for he doesn’t want to sleep. Outside, the noises are loud and the bells are ringing their sounds. He can’t sleep. He turns to his father saying, “I beg you, Father, to read me a story.” This is Burhan’s father. He’s a kind, tender man, and sometimes more than necessary. Even though the bells are ringing their sounds, he keeps reading to Burhan a story about the beautiful donkey. When he finishes reading, Burhan yawns and turns off the light, saying, “Have a good day, Burhan.” But Burhan doesn’t want to sleep. Here Burhan remembers he forgot to brush his teeth. He calls his father, “Father, I forgot to brush my teeth with the toothbrush.” ...