Thursday 20 February 2020

old lady in the bank short story for kids

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An old lady went out shopping last Tuesday. She came to a
bank and saw a car near the door. A man got out of it and went
into the bank. She looked into the car. The keys were in the
lock.
The old lady took the keys and followed the man into the
bank.
The man took a gun out of his pocket and said to the clerk,
'Give me all the money!'
But the old lady did not see this. She went to the man, put the
keys in his hand and said, 'Young man, you're stupid! Never
leave your keys in your car: someone's going to steal it!'
The man looked at the old woman for a few seconds. Then he
looked at the clerk—and then he took his keys, ran out of the
bank, got into his car and drove away quickly, without any
money.

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Wednesday 19 February 2020

Mr. jones in the train (short story)

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Mr. Jones had a few days’ holiday, so he said; I'm going to go to the mountains by train. He put on his best clothes, took a small bag went to the station and got into the train. He had a beautiful hat, and he often put his head out of the window
during the trip and looked at the mountains. But the wind pulled his hat off.
Mr. Jones quickly took his old bag and threw that out of the window too.
The other people in the carriage laughed ‘Is your bag going to bring your beautiful hat back? They asked.
‘No, Mr. Jones answered, ‘but there is no name and no address in my hat, and there’s a name and an address on the bag. Someone’s going to find both of them near each other, and he’s going to send me the bag and the hat
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Monday 17 February 2020

Summing up the story of olive does not die

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The events of the never-ending olive story revolve around the simple Tunisian working cobbler, who follows an old newspaper, which is (Labor), on a day that was blocked from publication and distribution by the French occupation authorities, for political reasons that he knows well of being an anti-colonial activist, and opposes his racist policies, and writes slogans, often Translated graffiti at times, or expressive drawings, such as a house in his black chimney that was replaced by a green olive tree, or thoughts set up in his follow-up to the articles of the great leader Bourguiba.

And in many attempts to reject the temptations of the occupier, by recruiting them on their behalf and selling his patriotism in exchange for employment and money, we see him leaving his village and intending the city in which he was found lost, which is the popular movement and the demonstrations calling for Tunisia's life and the fall of the occupation, and here he met Ahmed, who is one of the organizers of the April 8 demonstration in "Rahba El-Ghanem". "Near the house of the leader, Habib Bourguiba, who invited him to join it, as he got acquainted with the cleaning worker who was also a member of the revolutionary movement, so he was in addition to his work in the street, he was the observer of the movements of the occupation soldiers and his tails, and he also had to transfer information between the militants and distribute the pamphlets Colonialism, which had the greatest impact in sharpening the people's anxiety, and mobilizing it against the occupier, and other simple fighters who are commoners of the Tunisian people, and the shoemaker was invited to join this demonstration, which was a pivotal detail in the contemporary history of Tunisia.

Amid the chanting, the revolutionary leader, Ali Belhawan, was arrested, and he was tried militarily, and the movement's members were arrested after the occupation soldiers shot at the unarmed demonstrators, who in turn responded to the source of the fire by throwing rocks at the soldiers and attacking the occupation tramway bus and sabotaging it, and many fell The victims are between a martyr and a wounded man ... for the author to end his story, based on the strong desire of the cobbler to fall to the ground, and surrender to a deep sleep, where he shed light on historical events that are luminous in the history of Tunisia and its national movements, starting from the Martyrs' Day on April 9, highlighting the role of a newspaper. Work p National resistance, and in refining the awareness of the Liberal and gathering around the political leader.


As for the figure of Al-Iskafi and Ahmed, and other demonstrators and militants, the writer succeeded in bringing down Mohammed al-Arousi al-Mutawi, who likened each of them to a blessed olive extending its branches, and for every role in the Tunisian struggle movement, and extracting its oil, and in a more accurate sense squeezing the lights of the city streets in 1983, in reference to The beginning of the struggle, the spark of the open political movement, its crystallization in the city and its vast spaces, and between its shrinkage, its secrecy and its limitations in the village.
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Sunday 16 February 2020

The apple tree story

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A long time ago there was a huge apple tree, and there was a small child who loves to play around this tree every day, this child was used to climbing its branches and eating delicious fruits every day, and after that he fell asleep a little in its shade, the apple tree also liked this little child .. Time passed and the child grew old and never played around this tree. One day, the boy returned sad. The tree told him: Come and play with me. The boy said to her: But I am no longer a little child until I play around you, I want some toys and I need some cash to buy it, And the tree said to him: But I do not have any money, but you can take some of my fruits and sell them and get the money. D this way.
The boy rejoiced a lot with the thought of the tree, and he actually climbed it and started collecting its fruits and then he came down from it happy and did not return to it after that, the tree was very sad waiting for him every day, and one day the boy returned to the tree but he was not a boy, he became a man, the tree was very happy for his return And she said to him again: Come play with me, and he answered her: I am no longer a child to play around you, I became a man in charge of a family, and he needed a house to have shelter, so the tree said: Sorry, I do not have a home, but you can take all my branches and build from it A house for you, so the man cut down from the branches of the tree and then left and left when he was happy, the tree was happy to see Te happy, but it is no longer new.
Thus the tree became very sad, and on a hot day, the man came back again and the tree was very happy for his return, and she said to him come and play with me, so the man said to her: I am very tired, I started older, and I want to navigate to any place until I relax a little From the trouble of life, and he asked her to give him a boat, and she replied: You can take my stem to build your boat ... Then you can sail with it wherever you want ... and be happy and indeed the man cut the tree trunk and built a boat for himself, and he traveled with him and did not return for a very long time, and after a long long last, he returned The man, but the tree answered and said to him: Sorry, my beloved son, but I have nothing left to give you, until I no longer got surprised, so he said to her: “No, I don’t have teeth to cut it off from the foundation.” The tree said: “I no longer have a trunk to climb and no longer have branches to sit on.” The man replied, “I became old today and I cannot do anything, so I told him: I really do.” I have nothing to give you, all I have are just the roots of his dead, and I started crying, so the man said to her: All I need now is a place to rest, because I am tired after all these years, and the tree said to him: The roots of the old tree are the most appropriate place for you to rest Come ... come sit down with me here and rest with me, so the man came down to it and the tree was happy with it and tears filled her smile .. do you know who these are Tree ? She is your parents.
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