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apple tree




A long time ago, there was a huge apple tree.

Ý* ÞÏ*ã ÇáÒãÇä ... ßÇä åäÇß ÔÌÑÉ ÊÝÇÍ ÖÎãÉ



ööA little boy loved to come and play around it every day.

æ ßÇä åäÇß ØÝá ÕÛ*Ñ *áÚÈ Íæá åÐå ÇáÔÌÑÉ ßá *æã


He climbed to the treetop, ate the apples, took a nap under the shadow...

ßÇä *ÊÓáÞ ÃÛÕÇä ÇáÔÌÑÉ æ*Ãßá ãä ËãÇÑåÇ ... Ëã *ÛÝæ Þá*áÇ á*äÇã Ý* ÙáåÇ



He loved the tree and the tree loved to play with him.

ßÇä *ÍÈ ÇáÔÌÑÉ æßÇäÊ ÇáÔÌÑÉ ÊÍÈ Ãä ÊáÚÈ ãÚå



Time went by...the little boy had grown up,

ãÑ ÇáÒãä.... æßÈÑ ÇáØÝá



And he no longer played around the tree every day.

æÃÕÈÍ áÇ *áÚÈ Íæá ÇáÔÌÑÉ ßá *æã



One day, the boy came back to the tree and he looked sad.

Ý* *æã ãä ÇáÃ*Çã ... ÑÌÚ ÇáÕÈ* æßÇä ÍÒ*äÇ


'Come and play with me,' the tree asked the boy.

ÝÞÇáÊ áå ÇáÔÌÑÉ: ÊÚÇá æÇáÚÈ ãÚ*



'I am no longer a kid, I do not play around trees anymore'
The boy replied.

ÝÃÌÇÈåÇ ÇáæáÏ: áã ÃÚÏ ÕÛ*ÑÇ áÃáÚÈ Íæáß



'I want toys. I need money to buy them.'

ÃäÇ ÃÑ*Ï ÈÚÖ ÇááÚÈ æÃÍÊÇÌ ÈÚÖ ÇáäÞæÏ áÔÑÇÆåÇ



'Sorry, but I do not have money...

ÝÃÌÇÈÊå ÇáÔÌÑÉ: ÃäÇ áÇ *æÌÏ ãÚ* äÞæÏ



But you can pick all my apples and sell them. So, you will have money.

æáßä *ãßäß Ãä ÊÃÎÐ ßá ÇáÊÝÇÍ ÇáÐ* áÏ* áÊÈ*Úå Ëã ÊÍÕá Úáì ÇáäÞæÏ ÇáÊ* ÊÑ*ÏåÇ



The boy was so excited.

ÇáæáÏ ßÇä ÓÚ*ÏÇ ááÛÇ*É


He grabbed all the apples on the tree and left happily.

ÝÊÓáÞ ÇáÔÌÑÉ æÌãÚ ßá ËãÇÑ ÇáÊÝÇÍ ÇáÊ* Úá*åÇ æÛÇÏÑ ÓÚ*ÏÇ


The boy never came back after he picked the apples.

áã *ÚÏ ÇáæáÏ ÈÚÏåÇ



The tree was sad.

ÝÃÕÈÍÊ ÇáÔÌÑÉ ÍÒ*äÉ



One day, the boy who now turned into a man returned

æÐÇÊ *æã ÚÇÏ ÇáæáÏ æáßäå ÃÕÈÍ ÑÌáÇ ...!!!



And the tree was excited 'Come and play with me' the tree said.

ßÇäÊ ÇáÔÌÑÉ Ý* ãäÊåì ÇáÓÚÇÏÉ áÚæÏÊå æÞÇáÊ áå: ÊÚÇá æÇáÚÈ ãÚ*



'I do not have time to play. I have to work for my family.

æáßäå ÃÌÇÈåÇ : áÇ *æÌÏ æÞÊ áÏ* ááÚÈ .. ÝÞÏ ÃÕÈÍÊ ÑÌáÇ ãÓÆæáÇ Úä ÚÇÆáÉ ...



We need a house for ¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡ ¡ter.

æäÍÊÇÌ áÈ*Ê *Äæ*äÇ



Can you help me?

åá *ãßäß ãÓÇÚÏÊ* ¿



' Sorry',

ÂÓÝÉ



I do not have any house. But you can chop off my branches
To build your house.

ÝÃäÇ á*Ó ÚäÏ* È*Ê æáßä *ãßäß Ãä ÊÃÎÐ Ìã*Ú ÃÛÕÇä* áÊÈä* ÈåÇ È*ÊÇ áß



' So the man cut all the branches of the tree and left happily.

ÝÃÎÐ ÇáÑÌá ßá ÇáÃÛÕÇä æÛÇÏÑ æåæ ÓÚ*Ï



The tree was glad to see him happy but the man never came back since then.

ßÇäÊ ÇáÔÌÑÉ ãÓÑæÑÉ áÑÄ*Êå ÓÚ*ÏÇ ... áßä ÇáÑÌá áã *ÚÏ Åá*åÇ



The tree was again lonely and sad.

ÝÃÕÈÍÊ ÇáÔÌÑÉ æÍ*ÏÉ æ ÍÒ*äÉ ãÑÉ ÃÎÑì

One hot summer day,

æÝ* *æã ÍÇÑ ãä Ç*Çã ÇáÕ*Ý



The man returned and the tree was delighted.

ÚÇÏ ÇáÑÌá .. æßÇäÊ ÇáÔÌÑÉ Ý* ãäÊåì ÇáÓÚÇÏÉ



'Come and play with me!' the tree said.

ÝÞÇáÊ áå ÇáÔÌÑÉ: ÊÚÇá æÇáÚÈ ãÚ*


'I am getting old. I want to go sailing to relax myself.

ÝÞÇá áåÇ ÇáÑÌá áÞÏ ÊÞÏãÊ Ý* ÇáÓä.... æÃÑ*Ï Ãä ÃÈÍÑ áÃ* ãßÇä áÃÑÊÇÍ



'Can you give me a boat?' 'Said the man'.

ÝÞÇá áåÇ ÇáÑÌá: åá *ãßäß ÅÚØÇÆ* ãÑßÈÇ



'Use my trunk to build your boat. You can sail far away and be happy....

ÝÃÌÇÈÊå: ÎÐ ÌÐÚ* áÈäÇÁ ãÑßÈ... æÈÚÏåÇ *ãßäß Ãä ÊÈÍÑ Èå ÈÚ*ÏÇ ... æÊßæä ÓÚ*ÏÇ


' So the man cut the tree trunk to make a boat.

ÝÞØÚ ÇáÑÌá ÌÐÚ ÇáÔÌÑÉ æÕäÚ ãÑßÈÇ


He went sailing and never showed up for a long time.

ÝÓÇÝÑ ãÈÍÑÇ æáã *ÚÏ áãÏÉ Øæ*áÉ


Finally, the man returned after many years.

ÃÎ*ÑÇ ÚÇÏ ÇáÑÌá ÈÚÏ Û*ÇÈ Øæ*á


'Sorry, my boy. But I do not have anything for you anymore.

æáßä ÇáÔÌÑÉ ÞÇáÊ áå : ÂÓÝÉ *Ç Èä* ... áã *ÚÏ ÚäÏ* Ã* ÔÆ ÃÚØ*å áß



' No more apples for you... ', The tree said.

æÞÇáÊ áå:áÇ *æÌÏ ÊÝÇÍ



'No problem, I do not have any teeth to bite ', The man replied....

ÞÇá áåÇ: áÇ Úá*ß áã *ÚÏ ÚäÏ* Ã* ÃÓäÇä áÃÞÖãåÇ ÈåÇ



'No more trunk for you to climb on'

áã *ÚÏ ÚäÏ* ÌÐÚ áÊÊÓáÞå



'I am too old for that now' the man said.

ÝÃÌÇÈåÇ ÇáÑÌá áÞÏ ÃÕÈÍÊ ÚÌæÒÇ æáÇ ÃÓÊØ*Ú ÇáÞ*Çã ÈÐáß


'I really cannot give you anything...

ÞÇáÊ: ÃäÇ ÝÚáÇ áÇ *æÌÏ áÏ* ãÇ ÃÚØ*å áß



'The only thing left is my dying root', The tree said with tears.

ÞÇáÊ æå* ÊÈß* .. ßá ãÇ ÊÈÞì áÏ* ÌÐæÑ ã*ÊÉ



'I do not need much now, just a place to rest.

ÝÃÌÇÈåÇ: ßá ãÇ ÃÍÊÇÌå ÇáÂä åæ ãßÇä áÃÓÊÑ*Í Ý*å



I am tired after all these years' the man replied.

ÝÃäÇ ãÊÚÈ ÈÚÏ ßá åÐå ÇáÓä*ä


Good! Old tree roots are the best place to lean on and rest,

ÝÃÌÇÈÊå: ÌÐæÑ ÇáÔÌÑÉ ÇáÚÌæÒ å* ÃäÓÈ ãßÇä áß ááÑÇÍÉ


Come, come sit down with me and rest.

ÊÚÇá .. ÊÚÇá æÇÌáÓ ãÚ* áÊÓÊÑ*Í


' The man sat down and the tree was glad and smiled with tears...

ÌáÓ ÇáÑÌá Åá*åÇ ... ßÇäÊ ÇáÔÌÑÉ ÓÚ*ÏÉ ... ÊÈÓãÊ æÇáÏãæÚ Êãáà Ú*ä*åÇ



This is you and the tree is

your parent. !!!!!

åá ÊÚÑÝ ãä å* åÐå ÇáÔÌÑÉ¿

ÅäåÇ æÇáÏ*ß!!!!!




Please enlighten all your friends and your families

by telling them this story,

ÑÌÇÁ Ãä ÊÞÕ åÐå ÇáÞÕÉ Úáì ÃÕÏÞÇÆß æÃÞÇÑÈß


'Love your Parents'

' ÃÍÈó æÇáÏ*ß