lokman
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تاريخ التسجيل : 09/03/2008
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| The big family in the little house
Vladimir does not know what to do. He has a big family
And he lives in a little house. He is not very happy
One day he goes to town. He talks to a wise woman
"please help me," he says. "my wife and I have six children
We live in a very little house. Eight people in a few
rooms! We cannot live in this way
The wise woman listens. She closes her eyes for a minute
Then she asks, "how many animals do you have
" we have eight animals. We have a horse, a cow
two pigs, and four chickens, "says vladimir
"good. Go home now," says the wise woman
"take all your animals into the house with you
" our animals!" says Vladimir. He goes home and does
what the wise woman tells him. The next week
he goes back to the wise woman
"this is very bad!" he says. "The animals eat our food
They fill all the rooms. They sleep in our beds
The wise woman closes her eyes a gain. Then she tells
Vladimir, "now go home. Take the animals out of the house
Vladimir goes home. He takes the animals out of the house
The next day, he goes back to the wise woman
This time he is happy .
"thank you, thank you, "he says. "it's very different
without the animals. Now we can eat. Now we can sleep
Now we like our house. Thank you for your help
You are a very wise woman*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/
A SMART MOTHER
THIS IS TASHA.SHE HAS SIX PUPIES.TASHA LIVES WITH GRAY.GRAY LIVES IN CLAIFORNIA.
IT IS RAINING IN CLAIFORNIA.IT IS RAINING HARD
.WATER IS IN THE STREETS. WATER IS IN THE HOUSES.
WATER IS COMING INTO GRAY'S HOUSE
.HE RUNS TO HIS CAR WITH HIS CLOTHES
.HE RUNS TO HIS CAR WITH HIS BOOKS
.HE RUNS TO HIS CAR WITH HIS TV.
OH,NO! TASHA AND HER
PUPPIES!THEY ARE IN THE YARD!
GRAY RUNS TO THE YARD.THE WATER
IS TWO FEET1 DEEP.WHERE IS TASHA?
THERE SHE IS!SHE IS SWIMMING
.WHERE ARE THE PUPPIES?THERE
THEY ARE!THEY ARE IN THE FOOD BOWL.
IT IS TASHA'S FOOD BOWL
.TASHA IS PUSHING THE BOWL WITH HER NOSE.
THE PUPPIES HAVE A SMART MOTHER.
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The Lucky Thief
Louise Burt was walking along a San Francisco street.
Suddenly a man took her purse and ran. Mrs.
Burt was very angry. She had ten dollars, her
bus pass, and the keys to her house
in the purse. Mrs. Burt ran after the thief.
The thief ran one block, two blocks, three
blocks. The thief was a young man, so he
could run fast. Mrs. Burt was not a young
woman_she was 73 years old_but she could
run fast, too. Mrs. Burt stayed right behind the thief.
Mrs. Burt was wearing two chopsticks in her hair.
The chopsticks had sharp ends. Mrs. Burt took
the chopsticks out of her hair. "Maybe I can
stab the thief with these chopsticks,
" she thought. "Then he will drop purse."
The thief ran into an apartment building.
Mrs. Burt followed him.
"Help! Stop him!" she shouted. "He has my purse!"
Two police officers were walking near
the apartment building. They heard Mrs.
Burt and ran to help her. One police officer
stayed with Mrs. Burt.
The other police officer chased the thief.
The police officer found the thief on the roof of the
apartment building. The thief was looking in
Mrs. Burt's purse. When he saw the police
officer, the thief dropped the purse and
jumped off the building. The building was two stories high.
A few minutes later the police officer caught the
thief. He was hiding under a car.
He couldn't run because he had two broken ankles.
The police took the thief to jail. The thief
will stay in jail for long time. But the thief was lucky.
He was lucky that the police caught him.
He lucky that Mrs. Burt didn't catch him
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~ CARING FRIENDS ~
A teenage boy had cancer and was in the hospital for several
weeks to undergo radiation treatments and chemotherapy.
During that time, he lost all of his hair. On the way home
from the hospital, he was worried ... not about the cancer,
but about the embarrassment of going back to school with a
bald head. He had already decided not to wear a wig or a hat.
When he arrived home, he walked in the front door and turned
on the lights. To his surprise, about fifty of his friends jumped
up and shouted, "Welcome home!" The boy looked around
the room and could hardly believe his eyes... all fifty of his friends had shaved their heads!
Wouldn't we all like to have caring friends who were so sensitive
and committed to us that they would sacrifice their hair for
us if that's what it took to make us feel affirmed, included,
and loved? Friends like that are hard to find in today's world.
Edited from Hot Illustrations for Youth Talks by Wayne Rice.
Copyright 1994 by Youth Specialties, Inc.
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Happiness is the Best Gift
Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room.
One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon
to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room's only window.
The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back.
The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives
and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in
the military service, where they had been on vacation.
And every afternoon when the man in the bed by the window could
sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all
the things he could see outside the window. The man in
the other bed began to live for those one-hour periods where
his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and
color of the world outside. The window overlooked a park with
a lovely lake. Ducks and swans played on the water while
children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in
arm amidst flowers of every color of the rainbow. Grand old
trees graced the landscape, and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.
As the man by the window described all this in exquisite detail,
the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes
and imagine the picturesque scene. One warm afternoon
the man by the window described a parade passing by.
Although the other man couldn't hear the band -
he could see it in his mind's eye as the gentleman by
the window portrayed it with descriptive words. Days and weeks passed.
One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water
for their baths only to find the lifeless body of
the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his
sleep. She was saddened and called the hospital attendants
to take the body away. As soon as it seemed appropriate,
the other man asked if he could be moved next to
the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.
Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take
his first look at the world outside. Finally, he would have
the joy of seeing it for himself. He strained to slowly turn
to look out the window beside the bed. It faced a blank wall.
The man asked the nurse what could have compelled
his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful
things outside this window. The nurse responded that
the man was blind and could not even see the wall. She said, "Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you."
Epilogue. . . There is tremendous happiness in making others happy,
despite our own situations. Shared grief is half the sorrow,
but happiness when shared, is doubled. If you want
to feel rich, just count all of the things you have that money can't buy.
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