There was a small girl named Amal. One day, Amal was sitting in her room with her toys, thinking sadly and saying, “I wish my mother was with me now. I wish she would come home and not stay long in the hospital.” Her mother had been injured in a car accident since a week ago and was in the hospital. Amal used to sit at their neighbors, Mrs. Asmaa’s house, and at night her father would take her from there at a late time of the night.
Mrs. Asmaa was kind-hearted. She had a daughter named Hasnaa and a son named Assem. The three of them used to play together. One day, Mrs. Asmaa offered Amal to get to know her private collection of dolls to console her. Amal was very happy with this.
Mrs. Asmaa collected those dolls from all countries of the world where she worked as a flight attendant. She had designated a room to display them in. Amal used to enjoy greatly looking at those dolls. One day, Amal entered the room and looked at the doll with white clothes. She stared at it for a long time. Suddenly she felt she wanted to have this doll that had enchanted her with its beauty. She stood looking behind it. When she was reassured, she stood taking the small doll and put it in her pocket.
When Amal went out to them, Mrs. Asmaa called her so they could have tea together. Amal was trembling from fear. After she finished drinking tea, she stood up hurrying, wanting to leave. The small doll fell from her in front of everyone’s eyes. A moment of silence prevailed.
Afterward Mrs. Asmaa took Amal to the sleep room and said to her she wanted to talk to her. Mrs. Asmaa asked her, “Why did you take the doll and not ask me for that?” Amal couldn’t reply to her or look at her face. Tears had started streaming from her eyes, and she said, “I’m sorry.”
Mrs. Asmaa said to her, “Oh Amal, what you did is theft, and polite girls never do such a thing ever.” Amal said to her that she didn’t know why she did that and burst into crying. So Mrs. Asmaa hosted her and asked her, “What’s the matter, my dear?” Amal said to her, “I wish my mother would come home. I’ve missed her greatly.” Mrs. Asmaa said to her, “Don’t worry. She’ll come soon, God willing.”
Mrs. Asmaa gave the doll to Amal and said to her, “You can take it or another, but you must ask permission first.” Amal was very happy with this and said to her she used to feel loneliness and felt she needed this doll to talk to. Mrs. Asmaa said to her, “I understand what you’re saying, my dear. This is certainly a lesson for you.”