‏إظهار الرسائل ذات التسميات janvier. إظهار كافة الرسائل
‏إظهار الرسائل ذات التسميات janvier. إظهار كافة الرسائل

Tell Me a Story : The sacrificial lover





 

There was a young man and a girl working together in a chemical laboratory, and they loved each other very much, so they spent a long time with each other, and one day the young man went to the jewelry store to bring his lover a wedding ring and surprise her with that, but his joy was not complete, on the same day she was testing By using a chemical substance, the substance fell from her and touched her eyes, and when she was transferred to the hospital, the doctors said that she lost her eyes and would be blind, but one of them donated his eyes to her with his desire not to mention his name, so the girl recovered and left the hospital and in the meantime the young man completely disappeared from her life, so she remained looking About him until I discovered that he was in a specific place, so I went with him, and when I approached him, he did not move a finger, and he was wearing glasses and crying in a burning sensation. Looking for him, then they got married and lived a good life

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The story of the old man loyal




One day, an old man went to a doctor’s clinic to untie stitches in his foot after he had an accident. The doctor arrived at his clinic at ten in the morning. The old man said to him: I have an important appointment with my wife in the nursing home at half past ten, so the doctor asked him, why is your wife in the nursing home? He said to him: She does not remember me, she suffers from Alzheimer's disease and cannot remember anything, so she does not live with me, so the doctor asked him: Would you be angry if I was late? The man cried and said: I hope you remember me, but it has not been like that for years, so the doctor was surprised and asked: So why do you visit her when she does not remember you? The old man replied: O son, if she does not remember me, then I still do.
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A story of the soldier and wealthy

A poor young man fell in love with a girl from a wealthy family, and he proposed to her to propose to her, but her family did not agree to the difference in the financial situation. However, the young man insisted to prove himself to her parents, so he worked hard and came again and proved that to her family, so they knew that the young man was serious so they agreed to the engagement, except that marriage  He was postponed because he was a soldier in the army and was forced to move away from and from his country because of the war, and they agreed to return after the war to complete the marriage.  And one day the tragedy occurred;  As the girl was driving her car back home and was hit by a speeding car, the girl’s family rushed to the hospital and the girl got out of a state of danger and when she woke up, she noticed signs of shock and shock on her family, and their silence only continued with crying, so she started to ask groaning and pain and felt her face, and she realized what had happened, and she understood.  Her face was completely distorted, so she burst into tears, and began to say something like: I became ugly, I became a monster, and cried heartily.  The girl caught herself again, and she told her parents that she wanted to end her relationship with the young man because he would not want her while she was deformed, and she made the decision about that and did not want to see him again and began to act accordingly, except that he kept writing to her and calling her on the phone, but she did not answer any of that.  He understood that she wanted to move away from him and leave him, but one day a surprise occurred, so her mother entered her in her room and said to her: He has returned from the war.
 The girl was surprised, and refused to meet him before she knew why he came, so her mother said to her: He came to invite you to his wedding, so she opened the wedding card in astonishment and found that the name of the bride written was her name, and then she started crying in a burning sensation and at that moment the young man entered carrying a bouquet of roses and knelt in front of her and said  : would you marry me?  So the girl covered her face and said to him: I am ugly and hateful, how will you relate to me, so he said to her: When you did not answer, I contacted your mother and saw your picture, but in spite of that nothing changed in my heart for you, because I loved you and not your face.
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Story for Kids "THE JOURNEY OF THE MARMABILL"

The Marmabill has lost her nest! Join her on her brave quest to get it back, as she travels through the rainforest. Along the way she’ll meet fantastical creatures like wugs, key-keys, and even tankadiggies As the adventure takes her from green treetops to a glowing underground cave, the Marmabill must discover for herself the true meaning of home. 

“When a buldabeast steals a marmabill's home, she is forced to venture out to find a new nest. On her journey, the marmabill meets gentle wugs and a helpful tankadiggy, but she also encounters less friendly creatures, like nasty key-keys and cranky fluthers. Follow her through the forest, from the wugs' warm kitchen to the fluthers' dangerous glowing cave. Will the earnest marmabill ever find a place to call home, or will she stumble upon something even more special than a simple nest?


Tiffany Turrill's brilliant, vivid illustrations bring magic to Daniel Errico's charming tale of a diligent marmabill searching for a place to call her own. Both kids and adults with love Errico's silly nonsense rhymes—a great book for parents and children to read together! Join the marmabill's adventure through the rainy forest and meet all sorts of wacky creatures along the way!”
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The Marmabill has lost her nest! Join her on her brave quest to get it back, as she travels through the rainforest. Along the way she’ll meet fantastical creatures like wugs, key-keys, and even tankadiggies As the adventure takes her from green treetops to a glowing underground cave, the Marmabill must discover for herself the true meaning of home. 

“When a buldabeast steals a marmabill's home, she is forced to venture out to find a new nest. On her journey, the marmabill meets gentle wugs and a helpful tankadiggy, but she also encounters less friendly creatures, like nasty key-keys and cranky fluthers. Follow her through the forest, from the wugs' warm kitchen to the fluthers' dangerous glowing cave. Will the earnest marmabill ever find a place to call home, or will she stumble upon something even more special than a simple nest?


Tiffany Turrill's brilliant, vivid illustrations bring magic to Daniel Errico's charming tale of a diligent marmabill searching for a place to call her own. Both kids and adults with love Errico's silly nonsense rhymes—a great book for parents and children to read together! Join the marmabill's adventure through the rainy forest and meet all sorts of wacky creatures along the way!”
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A Story for Kids

She was walking lazily, for the fierce April sun was directly overhead. Her umbrella blocked its rays but nothing blocked the heat - the sort of raw, wild heat that crushes you with its energy. A few buffalo were tethered under coconuts, browsing the parched verges. Occasionally a car went past, leaving its treads in the melting pitch like the wake of a ship at sea. Otherwise it was quiet, and she saw no-one.
In her long white Sunday dress you might have taken Ginnie Narine for fourteen or fifteen. In fact she was twelve, a happy, uncomplicated child with a nature as open as the red hibiscus that decorated her black, waist-length hair. Generations earlier her family had come to Trinidad from India as overseers on the sugar plantations. Her father had had some success through buying and clearing land around Rio Cristalino and planting it with coffee.
On the dusty verge twenty yards ahead of Ginnie a car pulled up. She had noticed it cruise by once before but she did not recognize it and could not make out the driver through its dark windows, themselves as black as its gleaming paintwork. As she walked past it, the driver's glass started to open.
"Hello, Ginnie," she heard behind her.
She paused and turned. A slight colour rose beneath her dusky skin. Ravi Kirjani was tall and lean, and always well-dressed. His black eyes and large white teeth flashed in the sunlight as he spoke. Everyone in Rio Cristalino knew Ravi. Ginnie often heard her unmarried sisters talk ruefully of him, of how, if only their father were alive and they still had land, one of them might marry him. And then they would squabble over who it might be and laugh at Ginnie because she was too simple for any man to want.
"How do you know my name, Ravi?" she asked with a thrill.
"How do you know mine?"
"Everyone knows your name. You're Mr Kirjani's son."
"Right. And where're you going Ginnie?"
She hesitated and looked down at the ground again.
"To chapel," she said with a faint smile.
"But Ginnie, good Hindus go to the temple." His rich, cultured voice was gently mocking as he added with a laugh: "Or maybe the temple pundits aren't your taste in colour."
She blushed more deeply at the reference to Father Olivier. She did not know how to reply. It was true that she liked the young French priest, with his funny accent and blue eyes, but she had been going to the Catholic chapel for months before he arrived. She loved its cheerful hymns, and its simple creed of one god - so different from those miserable Hindu gods who squabbled with each other like her sisters at home. But, added to that, the vulgarity of Ravi's remark bewildered her because his family were known for their breeding. People always said that Ravi would be a man of honour, like his father.
Ravi looked suddenly grave. His dark skin seemed even darker. It may be that he regretted his words. Possibly he saw the confusion in Ginnie's wide brown eyes. In any case, he did not wait for an answer.
"Can I offer you a lift to chapel - in my twenty-first birthday present?" he asked, putting his sunglasses back on. She noticed how thick their frames were. Real gold, she thought, like the big, fat watch on his wrist.
"It's a Mercedes, from Papa. Do you like it?" he added nonchalantly.
From the shade of her umbrella Ginnie peered up at a small lone cloud that hung motionless above them. The sun was beating down mercilessly and there was an urge in the air and an overpowering sense of growth. With a handkerchief she wiped the sweat from her forehead. Ravi gave a tug at his collar.
"It's air-conditioned, Ginnie. And you won't be late for chapel," he continued, reading her mind.
But chapel must have been the last thing on Ravi's mind when Ginnie, after a moment's hesitation, accepted his offer. For he drove her instead to a quiet sugar field outside town and there, with the Mercedes concealed among the sugar canes, he introduced himself into her. Ginnie was in a daze. Young as she was, she barely understood what was happening to her. The beat of calypso filled her ears and the sugar canes towered over her as the cold draught from the air-conditioner played against her knees. Afterwards, clutching the ragged flower that had been torn from her hair, she lay among the tall, sweet-smelling canes and sobbed until the brief tropical twilight turned to starry night.
But she told no-one, not even Father Olivier.
Two weeks later the little market town of Rio Cristalino was alive with gossip. Ravi Kirjani had been promised the hand of Sunita Moorpalani. Like the Kirjanis, the Moorpalanis were an established Indian family, one of the wealthiest in the Caribbean. But while the Kirjanis were diplomats, the Moorpalanis were a commercial family. They had made their fortune in retailing long before the collapse in oil prices had emptied their customers' pockets; and now Moorpalani stores were scattered throughout Trinidad and some of the other islands. Prudently, they had diversified into banking and insurance, and as a result their influence was felt at the highest level. It was a benevolent influence, of course, never abused, for people always said the Moorpalanis were a respectable family, and well above reproach. They had houses in Port-of-Spain, Tobago and Barbados, as well as in England and India, but their main residence was a magnificent, sprawling, colonial-style mansion just to the north of Rio Cristalino. The arranged marriage would be the social event of the following year.
When Ginnie heard of Ravi's engagement the loathing she had conceived for him grew into a sort of numb hatred. She was soon haunted by a longing to repay that heartless, arrogant brute. She would give anything to humiliate him, to see that leering, conceited grin wiped from his face. But outwardly she was unmoved. On weekdays she went to school and on Sundays she went still to Father Olivier's afternoon service.
"Girl, you sure does have a lot to confess to that whitie," her mother would say to her each time she came home late from chapel.
"He's not a whitie, he's a man of God."
"That's as may be, child, but don't forget he does be a man first."
The months passed and she did not see Ravi again.
And then it rained. All through August the rain hardly stopped. It rattled persistently on the galvanized roofs until you thought you would go mad with the noise. And if it stopped the air was as sticky as treacle and you prayed for it to rain again.
Then one day in October, towards the end of the wet season, when Ginnie's family were celebrating her only brother's eighteenth birthday, something happened that she had been dreading for weeks. She was lying in the hammock on the balcony, playing with her six-year-old nephew Pinni.
Suddenly, Pinni cried out: "Ginnie, why are you so fat?"
Throughout the little frame house all celebration stopped. On the balcony curious eyes were turned upon Ginnie. And you could see what the boy meant.
"Gods have mercy on you, Virginia! Watch the shape of your belly," cried Mrs Narine, exploding with indignation and pulling her daughter indoors, away from the prying neighbours' ears. Her voice was loud and hard and there was a blackness in her eyes like the blackness of the skies before thunder. How could she have been so blind? She cursed herself for it and harsh questions burst from her lips.
"How does you bring such shame upon us, girl? What worthless layabouts does you throw yourself upon? What man'll have you now? No decent man, that does be sure. And why does you blacken your father's name like this, at your age? The man as didn't even live to see you born. Thank the gods he didn't have to know of this. You sure got some explaining to your precious man of God, child."
At last her words were exhausted and she sat down heavily, her weak heart pounding dangerously and her chest heaving from the exertion of her outburst.
Then Ginnie told her mother of the afternoon that Ravi Kirjani had raped her. There was a long silence after that and all you could hear was Mrs Narine wheezing. When at last she s her words were heavy and disjointed.
"If anybody have to get damnation that Kirjani boy'll get it," she said.
Ginnie's sisters were awestruck.
"Shall we take her over to the health centre, Ma?" asked Indra. "The midwife comes today."
"Is you crazy, girl? You all does know how that woman does run she mouth like a duck's bottom. You all leave this to me."
That night Mrs Narine took her young daughter to see Doctor Khan, an old friend of her husband whose discretion she could count on.
There was no doubt about it. The child was pregnant.
"And what can us do, Dr Khan?" asked Mrs Narine.
"Marry her off, quick as you can," the lean old doctor replied bluntly.
Mrs Narine scoffed.
"Who would take her now, Doctor? I does beg you. There's nothing? Nothing you can do for us?"
A welcome breeze came through the slats of the surgery windows. Outside you could hear the shrill, persistent sound of cicadas, while mosquitoes crowded at the screens, attracted by the bare bulb over the simple desk. Dr Khan sighed and peered over the frames of his glasses. Then he lowered his voice and spoke wearily, like a man who has said the same thing many times.
"I might arrange something for the baby once it's born. But it must be born, my dear. Your daughter is slimly built. She's young, a child herself. To you she looks barely three months pregnant. Don't fool yourself, if the dates she's given us are correct, in three months she'll be full term. Anything now would be too, too messy."
"And if it's born," asked Mrs Narine falteringly, "if it's born, what does happen then?"
"No, Ma, I want it anyway, I want to keep it," said Ginnie quietly.
"Don't be a fool, child."
"It's my baby. Ma. I want to have it. I want to keep it."
"And who's to look after you, and pay for the baby? Even if that Kirjani does agrees to pay, who does you hope to marry?"
"I'll marry, don't worry."
"You'll marry! You does be a fool. Who will you marry?"
"Kirjani, Ma. I's going to marry Ravi Kirjani."
Doctor Khan gave a chuckle.
"So, your daughter is not such a fool as you think," he said. "I told you to marry her off. And the Kirjani boy's worth a try. What does she have to lose? She's too, too clever!"
So Ravi Kirjani was confronted with the pregnant Ginnie and reminded of that Sunday afternoon in the dry season when the canes were ready for harvesting. To the surprise of the Narines he did not argue at all. He offered at once to marry Ginnie. It may be that for him it was a welcome opportunity to escape a connubial arrangement for which he had little appetite. Though Sunita Moorpalani indisputably had background, nobody ever pretended that she had looks. Or possibly he foresaw awkward police questions that might have been difficult to answer once the fruit of his desire saw the light of day. Mrs Narine was staggered. Even Ginnie was surprised at how little resistance he put up.
"Perhaps," she thought with a wry smile, "he's not really so bad."
Whatever his reasons, you had to admit Ravi acted honourably. And so did the jilted Moorpalani family. If privately they felt their humiliation keenly, publicly they bore it with composure, and people were amazed that they remained on speaking terms with the man who had insulted one of their women and broken her heart.
Sunita's five brothers even invited Ravi to spend a day with them at their seaside villa in Mayaro. And as Ravi had been a friend of the family all his life he saw no reason to refuse.
The Moorpalani brothers chose a Tuesday for the outing - there was little point, they said, in going at the weekend when the working people littered the beach - and one of their Land Rovers for the twenty mile drive from Rio Cristalino. They were in high spirits and joked with Ravi while their servants stowed cold chicken and salad beneath the rear bench seats and packed the iceboxes with beer and puncheon rum. Then they scanned the sky for clouds and congratulated themselves on choosing such a fine day. Suraj, the eldest brother, looked at his watch and his feet shifted uneasily as he said:
"It's time to hit the road."
His brothers gave a laugh and clambered on board. It was an odd, sardonic laugh.
The hardtop Land Rover cruised through Rio Cristalino to the crossroads at the town centre. Already the market traders were pitching their roadside stalls and erecting great canvas umbrellas to shield them from sun or rain. The promise of commerce was in the air and the traders looked about expectantly as they loaded their stalls with fresh mangos or put the finishing touches to displays of giant melons whose fleshy pink innards glistened succulently under cellophane.
The Land Rover turned east towards Mayaro and moments later was passing the cemetery on the edge of town. The road to the coast was busy with traffic in both directions still carrying produce to market, and the frequent bends and potholes made the journey slow. At last, on an uphill straight about six miles from Mayaro, the Land Rover was able to pick up speed. Its ribbed tyres beat on the reflector studs like a drumroll and the early morning sun flashed through the coconut palms. Suddenly a terrible thing happened. The rear door of the Land Rover swung open and Ravi Kirjani tumbled out, falling helplessly beneath the wheels of a heavily laden truck.
At the inquest the coroner acknowledged that the nature and extent of Ravi's injuries made it impossible to determine whether he was killed instantly by the fall or subsequently by the truck. But it was clear at least, he felt, that Ravi had been alive when he fell from the Land Rover. The verdict was death due to misadventure.
Three days later Ravi's remains were cremated according to Hindu rights. As usual, a crush of people from all over Trinidad - distant relatives, old classmates, anyone claiming even the most tenuous connection with the dead man - came to mourn at the riverside pyre outside Mayaro. Some of them were convinced that they could see in Ravi's death the hands of the gods - and they pointed for evidence to the grey sky and the unseasonal rain. But the flames defied the rain and the stench of burning flesh filled the air. A few spoke darkly of murder. Did not the Moorpalanis have a compelling motive? And not by chance did they have the opportunity, and the means. But mostly they agreed that it was a tragic accident. It made little difference that it was a Moorpalani truck that had finished Ravi off. Moorpalani trucks were everywhere.
Then they watched as the ashes were thrown into the muddy Otoire River, soon to be lost in the warm waters of the Atlantic.
"Anyway," said one old mourner with a shrug, "who are we to ask questions? The police closed their files on the case before the boy was cold." And he shook the last of the rain from his umbrella and slapped impatiently at a mosquito.
You might have thought that the shock of Ravi's death would have induced in Ginnie a premature delivery. But quite the reverse. She attended the inquest and she mourned at the funeral. The expected date came and went. Six more weeks elapsed before Ginnie, by now thirteen, gave birth to a son at the public maternity hospital in San Fernando. When they saw the baby, the nurses glanced anxiously at each other. Then they took him away without letting Ginnie see him.
Eventually they returned with one of the doctors, a big Creole, who assumed his most unruffled bedside manner to reassure Ginnie that the baby was well.
"It's true he's a little pasty, my dear," he said as a nurse placed the baby in Ginnie's arms, "but, you see, that'll be the late delivery. And don't forget, you're very young . . . and you've both had a rough time. Wait a day . . . three days . . . his eyes'll turn, he'll soon have a healthy colour."
Ginnie looked into her son's blue eyes and kissed them, and in doing so a tremendous feeling of tiredness suddenly came over her. They were so very, very blue, so like Father Olivier's. She sighed at the irony of it all, the waste of it all. Was the Creole doctor really so stupid? Surely he knew as well as she did that the pallid looks could never go
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She was walking lazily, for the fierce April sun was directly overhead. Her umbrella blocked its rays but nothing blocked the heat - the sort of raw, wild heat that crushes you with its energy. A few buffalo were tethered under coconuts, browsing the parched verges. Occasionally a car went past, leaving its treads in the melting pitch like the wake of a ship at sea. Otherwise it was quiet, and she saw no-one.
In her long white Sunday dress you might have taken Ginnie Narine for fourteen or fifteen. In fact she was twelve, a happy, uncomplicated child with a nature as open as the red hibiscus that decorated her black, waist-length hair. Generations earlier her family had come to Trinidad from India as overseers on the sugar plantations. Her father had had some success through buying and clearing land around Rio Cristalino and planting it with coffee.
On the dusty verge twenty yards ahead of Ginnie a car pulled up. She had noticed it cruise by once before but she did not recognize it and could not make out the driver through its dark windows, themselves as black as its gleaming paintwork. As she walked past it, the driver's glass started to open.
"Hello, Ginnie," she heard behind her.
She paused and turned. A slight colour rose beneath her dusky skin. Ravi Kirjani was tall and lean, and always well-dressed. His black eyes and large white teeth flashed in the sunlight as he spoke. Everyone in Rio Cristalino knew Ravi. Ginnie often heard her unmarried sisters talk ruefully of him, of how, if only their father were alive and they still had land, one of them might marry him. And then they would squabble over who it might be and laugh at Ginnie because she was too simple for any man to want.
"How do you know my name, Ravi?" she asked with a thrill.
"How do you know mine?"
"Everyone knows your name. You're Mr Kirjani's son."
"Right. And where're you going Ginnie?"
She hesitated and looked down at the ground again.
"To chapel," she said with a faint smile.
"But Ginnie, good Hindus go to the temple." His rich, cultured voice was gently mocking as he added with a laugh: "Or maybe the temple pundits aren't your taste in colour."
She blushed more deeply at the reference to Father Olivier. She did not know how to reply. It was true that she liked the young French priest, with his funny accent and blue eyes, but she had been going to the Catholic chapel for months before he arrived. She loved its cheerful hymns, and its simple creed of one god - so different from those miserable Hindu gods who squabbled with each other like her sisters at home. But, added to that, the vulgarity of Ravi's remark bewildered her because his family were known for their breeding. People always said that Ravi would be a man of honour, like his father.
Ravi looked suddenly grave. His dark skin seemed even darker. It may be that he regretted his words. Possibly he saw the confusion in Ginnie's wide brown eyes. In any case, he did not wait for an answer.
"Can I offer you a lift to chapel - in my twenty-first birthday present?" he asked, putting his sunglasses back on. She noticed how thick their frames were. Real gold, she thought, like the big, fat watch on his wrist.
"It's a Mercedes, from Papa. Do you like it?" he added nonchalantly.
From the shade of her umbrella Ginnie peered up at a small lone cloud that hung motionless above them. The sun was beating down mercilessly and there was an urge in the air and an overpowering sense of growth. With a handkerchief she wiped the sweat from her forehead. Ravi gave a tug at his collar.
"It's air-conditioned, Ginnie. And you won't be late for chapel," he continued, reading her mind.
But chapel must have been the last thing on Ravi's mind when Ginnie, after a moment's hesitation, accepted his offer. For he drove her instead to a quiet sugar field outside town and there, with the Mercedes concealed among the sugar canes, he introduced himself into her. Ginnie was in a daze. Young as she was, she barely understood what was happening to her. The beat of calypso filled her ears and the sugar canes towered over her as the cold draught from the air-conditioner played against her knees. Afterwards, clutching the ragged flower that had been torn from her hair, she lay among the tall, sweet-smelling canes and sobbed until the brief tropical twilight turned to starry night.
But she told no-one, not even Father Olivier.
Two weeks later the little market town of Rio Cristalino was alive with gossip. Ravi Kirjani had been promised the hand of Sunita Moorpalani. Like the Kirjanis, the Moorpalanis were an established Indian family, one of the wealthiest in the Caribbean. But while the Kirjanis were diplomats, the Moorpalanis were a commercial family. They had made their fortune in retailing long before the collapse in oil prices had emptied their customers' pockets; and now Moorpalani stores were scattered throughout Trinidad and some of the other islands. Prudently, they had diversified into banking and insurance, and as a result their influence was felt at the highest level. It was a benevolent influence, of course, never abused, for people always said the Moorpalanis were a respectable family, and well above reproach. They had houses in Port-of-Spain, Tobago and Barbados, as well as in England and India, but their main residence was a magnificent, sprawling, colonial-style mansion just to the north of Rio Cristalino. The arranged marriage would be the social event of the following year.
When Ginnie heard of Ravi's engagement the loathing she had conceived for him grew into a sort of numb hatred. She was soon haunted by a longing to repay that heartless, arrogant brute. She would give anything to humiliate him, to see that leering, conceited grin wiped from his face. But outwardly she was unmoved. On weekdays she went to school and on Sundays she went still to Father Olivier's afternoon service.
"Girl, you sure does have a lot to confess to that whitie," her mother would say to her each time she came home late from chapel.
"He's not a whitie, he's a man of God."
"That's as may be, child, but don't forget he does be a man first."
The months passed and she did not see Ravi again.
And then it rained. All through August the rain hardly stopped. It rattled persistently on the galvanized roofs until you thought you would go mad with the noise. And if it stopped the air was as sticky as treacle and you prayed for it to rain again.
Then one day in October, towards the end of the wet season, when Ginnie's family were celebrating her only brother's eighteenth birthday, something happened that she had been dreading for weeks. She was lying in the hammock on the balcony, playing with her six-year-old nephew Pinni.
Suddenly, Pinni cried out: "Ginnie, why are you so fat?"
Throughout the little frame house all celebration stopped. On the balcony curious eyes were turned upon Ginnie. And you could see what the boy meant.
"Gods have mercy on you, Virginia! Watch the shape of your belly," cried Mrs Narine, exploding with indignation and pulling her daughter indoors, away from the prying neighbours' ears. Her voice was loud and hard and there was a blackness in her eyes like the blackness of the skies before thunder. How could she have been so blind? She cursed herself for it and harsh questions burst from her lips.
"How does you bring such shame upon us, girl? What worthless layabouts does you throw yourself upon? What man'll have you now? No decent man, that does be sure. And why does you blacken your father's name like this, at your age? The man as didn't even live to see you born. Thank the gods he didn't have to know of this. You sure got some explaining to your precious man of God, child."
At last her words were exhausted and she sat down heavily, her weak heart pounding dangerously and her chest heaving from the exertion of her outburst.
Then Ginnie told her mother of the afternoon that Ravi Kirjani had raped her. There was a long silence after that and all you could hear was Mrs Narine wheezing. When at last she spoke, her words were heavy and disjointed.
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Corona



  1. Many wonder:
  2.   There are those who are actually infected with corona and the results of the tests are negative, and there are those who say that serum tests (les tests sérologiques) are better and faster than the PCR approved by the Institute of Analysis, and there are those who say there are deaths that occurred and doctors could not classify them as suspicious Corona and they consider that doctors may have underestimated the cases ...

  3.  *** As for les tests sérologiques, true, fast, you may get the result in minutes, but the problematic is that this analysis depends on the appearance of les anticorps in the blood that appear in the blood starting from the sixth day or more, meaning that the result can be negative and the patient really Infected with corona because his body has not yet started producing antibodies.
  4.  This type of analysis can be used in general research dépistage massif, which is adopted by some countries and criticized by some scientists and specialists.
  5.  *** PCR analyzes, their benefit is that they are related to the virus itself, meaning if the virus is present, it can be easily identified in 75% of cases. indétectable in this case it is also possible that this analysis gives a negative result even though the case is already corona.
  6.  *** At best, the two methods can complement each other.
  7.  *** I come back and say about the cases of doubt and classification of corona, .... At the present time and according to the instructions of the World Health Organization and the instructions of the Ministry of Health: the conditions are clear and every doctor can classify any case of doubt if these conditions are met .... As for If cases arise and some claim that the doctor has excluded them and then later they are confirmed cases, here are the possibilities as follows:
  8.  1_ The patient was infected with the virus in a way that he could not explain to the doctor during the interrogatoire clinical question, which means the condition was simple and did not meet the conditions for suspicion cases.
  9.  Since the development of the corona virus is very rapid, symptoms may worsen and may lead to death, God forbid ... and the patient at first was not originally classified as a case of doubt because he did not meet the conditions.
  10.  2_The doctor does not bear the responsibility here, because the situation may be similar to the case of a simple cold or common cold that can be treated at home, and the patient as we mentioned does not meet the conditions, I mean, he did not come recently from abroad or from an affected state and did not have close contact with a confirmed case.
  11.  *** What is the solution to these problems, I wonder?
  12.  1_ Doctors are obligated to give utmost importance to the questions of the patient who has respiratory symptoms and consider them as well.
  13.  2_ Patients and their relatives should trust the doctors and not hide any information that may be useful to them in diagnosing the condition.
  14.  3_ I see and God knows that the definitions adopted by the World Health Organization will soon change, and maybe new conditions will be included to expand the circle.
  15.  4_ Regarding the analysis, I see, and God knows that the PCR analysis at the present time is more secure, but the scope in the states must be expanded so that the results can be obtained quickly.
  16.  5_ So that we do not fall into the problem of analyzes, which is better? And in the problem of diagnosis, who is wrong? The best solution is to not meet the Corona virus at all ... and that is only one and only solution, which is to commit to your home and protect yourself and protect others
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The Three Little Pigs

Once upon a time there was an old mother pig who had three little pigs and not enough food to feed them. So when they were old enough, she sent them out into the world to seek their fortunes.
The first little pig was very lazy. He didn't want to work at all and he built his house out of straw. The second little pig worked a little bit harder but he was somewhat lazy too and he built his house out of sticks. Then, they sang and danced and played together the rest of the day.
The third little pig worked hard all day and built his house with bricks. It was a sturdy house complete with a fine fireplace and chimney. It looked like it could withstand the strongest winds.
The next day, a wolf happened to pass by the lane where the three little pigs lived; and he saw the straw house, and he smelled the pig inside. He thought the pig would make a mighty fine meal and his mouth began to water.
So he knocked on the door and said:
  Little pig! Little pig!
  Let me in! Let me in!
But the little pig saw the wolf's big paws through the keyhole, so he answered back:
  No! No! No! 
  Not by the hairs on my chinny chin chin!
Three Little Pigs straw houseThen the wolf showed his teeth and said:
  Then I'll huff 
  and I'll puff 
  and I'll blow your house down.
So he huffed and he puffed and he blew the house down! The wolf opened his jaws very wide and bit down as hard as he could, but the first little pig escaped and ran away to hide with the second little pig.
The wolf continued down the lane and he passed by the second house made of sticks; and he saw the house, and he smelled the pigs inside, and his mouth began to water as he thought about the fine dinner they would make.
So he knocked on the door and said:
  Little pigs! Little pigs!
  Let me in! Let me in!
But the little pigs saw the wolf's pointy ears through the keyhole, so they answered back:
  No! No! No!
  Not by the hairs on our chinny chin chin!
So the wolf showed his teeth and said:
  Then I'll huff 
  and I'll puff 
  and I'll blow your house down!
So he huffed and he puffed and he blew the house down! The wolf was greedy and he tried to catch both pigs at once, but he was too greedy and got neither! His big jaws clamped down on nothing but air and the two little pigs scrambled away as fast as their little hooves would carry them.
The wolf chased them down the lane and he almost caught them. But they made it to the brick house and slammed the door closed before the wolf could catch them. The three little pigs they were very frightened, they knew the wolf wanted to eat them. And that was very, very true. The wolf hadn't eaten all day and he had worked up a large appetite chasing the pigs around and now he could smell all three of them inside and he knew that the three little pigs would make a lovely feast.
Three Little Pigs brick house
So the wolf knocked on the door and said:
  Little pigs! Little pigs!
  Let me in! Let me in!
But the little pigs saw the wolf's narrow eyes through the keyhole, so they answered back:
  No! No! No! 
  Not by the hairs on our chinny chin chin!
So the wolf showed his teeth and said:
  Then I'll huff 
  and I'll puff 
  and I'll blow your house down.
Well! he huffed and he puffed. He puffed and he huffed. And he huffed, huffed, and he puffed, puffed; but he could not blow the house down. At last, he was so out of breath that he couldn't huff and he couldn't puff anymore. So he stopped to rest and thought a bit.
But this was too much. The wolf danced about with rage and swore he would come down the chimney and eat up the little pig for his supper. But while he was climbing on to the roof the little pig made up a blazing fire and put on a big pot full of water to boil. Then, just as the wolf was coming down the chimney, the little piggy pulled off the lid, and plop! in fell the wolf into the scalding water.
So the little piggy put on the cover again, boiled the wolf up, and the three little pigs ate him for supper.
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Story Book : Stupid Jones

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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Story Book : Donkey trick and farmer intelligence

Once upon a time, there was a simple farmer who owned some animals who helped in a campaign. He owned a donkey, some birds, a guard dog, and a milking cow that gave him milk every day. The farmer took the donkey with him every day to the ground to help him transport vegetables, fruits, plowing, cultivation, and transport of things. The dog kept the house every day and did not allow the thieves to approach the house, so each animal had its role in the farmer's house.
The farmer would go out every morning after the dawn prayer, pull his cart, which contains a lot of vegetables and fruits and things, and go to the land collecting his crop, and then to the market to sell his vegetables to the Tas and the sellers in the market, everyone knew the farms for his extreme kindness and good manners, and he would drag his donkey with him every morning and come back At night after Morocco and at sunset.
The donkey got tired from the journey every day and decided to rest in the house, so why do the sheep, birds, and cows not fall with him as they come out and get tired even the dog sitting in the house in the air shade under the mulberry tree in front of the house but for what it is, the donkey did not realize that every animal has a role in the life that God created Yes and important.
He did not realize this and decided to take a rest at home and the next day, and in the morning when the farmer came to take him with him, he took the donkey crowing in pain, saying with great exhaustion: I am sick and I will die from fatigue and exhaustion if I go out, not walking in the streets, the farmer believed the good that the donkey was sick He could not walk, so he left him a farmer after he put in front of him a lot of public and drink in front of him and the farmer went to his land in order to guard it himself and then drag his car to the market with the crop that he picked from his land until he sells it and brings food, drink and clothing to his children and his wife
The donkey rejoiced that he deceived him and the food a lot and the success of his lie. He decided to play, have fun and sing with his beautiful voice, and he started to sing and make loud voices so ugly. Fearing that it would infect the rest of the animals, the place was very unpleasant, small and full of rats behind the house.
Until the farmer returned at night, I told him what happened, and the farmer felt sad for the donkey's friend.
The dog kept the house every day and did not allow the thieves to approach the house, so each animal had its role in the farmer's house.
The farmer would go out every morning after the dawn prayer, pull his cart that had a lot of things from vegetables and fruits and things and go to the ground collecting his crop and then to the market to sell his vegetables to the Altas and the seller and in the market, everyone knew the farms for his extreme kindness and good manners, and he would drag his donkey with him every morning They return at night after sunset and at sunset.
The donkey got tired from the journey every day and decided to rest in the house, so why do the sheep, birds, and cows not fall with him as they come out and get tired even the dog sitting in the house in the air shade under the mulberry tree in front of the house but for what it is, the donkey did not realize that every animal has a role in the life that God created Yes and important.
He did not realize this and decided to take a rest at home and the next day, and in the morning when the farmer came to take him with him, he took the donkey crowing in pain, saying with great exhaustion: I am sick and I will die from fatigue and exhaustion if I go out, not walking in the streets, the farmer believed the good that the donkey was sick He could not walk, so he left him a farmer after he put in front of him a lot of public and drink in front of him and the farmer went to his land in order to guard it himself and then drag his car to the market with the crop that he picked from his land until he sells it and brings food, drink and clothing to his children and his wife.
The donkey rejoiced that he deceived him and the food a lot and the success of his lie. He decided to play, have fun and sing with his beautiful voice, and he started to sing and make loud voices so ugly. Fearing that it would infect the rest of the animals, the place was very unpleasant, small and full of rats behind the house.
Until the farmer returned at night, I told him what happened, and the farmer felt sad for the donkey's friend.
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Story Book : The precious woman

Once upon a time, there was a woman who used to make fresh bread every day and put a loaf on her window for any hungry person, and there was a poor man who took it every day and said every time only one sentence: "The evil you offer stays with you and the good it offers belongs to you."
And from the many repetitions of this sentence every day the woman played badly her role with the woman and told her that that poor man instead of showing some gratitude to your favor to him says his daily sentence, and the next day the woman put the poison in the loaf that she will put on the window but the last moment she returned to her God She repented of her guilt, threw a loaf of bread poisoned by fire and made it for the poor man.
This woman had a young son who traveled to look for a job from the distress, but his news was cut off from his mother years ago, and so the day he knocked on her door and when i opened it i found her young woman standing in front of him in torn clothes and his face raised the features of extreme fatigue, took him in her arms and tears shed her warmeyes, wiped with his hands tears and His doctor told her to praise her creator who sent him a kind-hearted man who gave him a loaf to eat after he told him that he is a poor man who can not work and that that loaf is the strength of his day as it is made for him by a good-hearted woman every day and put it to him on the window of her house, here the woman taught the meaning of the poor man's sentence "The evil you offer stays with you and the good you offer belongs to you" and that if you had not thrown the poisoned loaf with fire, it would have eaten it small (make good, even if you did not reward it for those you made for it).
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Story Book : honest trader and traitor trader


It is rumored that there is a merchant in a city in India, famous among people for honesty, honesty and conviction where his store was full of all kinds of luxury fabrics such as silk and others, and God has blessed him with people loving him and arriving to him to buy from him exclusively, and day after day his trade in the increase continues And noticeable.
And one day a poor man passed by in his place, seeing poverty and need for him. The owner of the store saw the honesty of this strange man whose heart turned to him and decided to help him and said: Oh man, take whatever goods you want and start selling them now and do not give me their price until a year later, the poor man did not believe the words of the merchant, but after the merchant urged him to take the goods and leave.
Years have passed since this incident, but the man has not returned and is paying off his debt. The merchant decided to go himself in search of this man everywhere until he found it.
One day he went to the neighboring city in search of him, and took a walk around the market, and he drew his attention to a cloth shop that people flock to, so he decided to enter to find out the reason. The merchant entered the shop and took the owner of the shop himself that man who borrowed his goods years ago, the man greeted him and said I who gave you the goods for years ago, I waited for you for a long time, but I no longer decided to search for you myself. The merchant denied that he knew him and said who you are, I did not borrow anything from you and instructed his workers to beat him and throw him outside the store.
The merchant insisted it, but to no avail. The merchant thought carefully about a solution to this problem and said that I will only return with me with my money. The night came on him. He went to rent a house to sleep in.
That night and he woke up to the sound of a drum beating for the drums very loud. The trader was surprised by this act and the means of the house owner. Why did the drums ring like this?
I came to the merchant and thought of his mind and said: I will take back this idea with my money, God willing, I went to the drummer and said to him: If the minister dies, how many times he knocks, then he said 20, and he said to him, I will give you twice your confusion over the drum beating forty times, before the drummer puts the drum out 40 Once, the people of the city heard this pumpkin, and they were all angry, and the ruler was also angry.
The governor ordered the drummer to be brought to him immediately. The governor asked him: What got you to do this, my drummer? The drummer said: Forgive me, my lord, for this is what commanded me to do so. The ruler said: Why did I command him to do so? Then the merchant answered: The drum beats when the minister dies 20 times. , The merchant told the ruler what happened between him and the traitor.
The governor ordered that the traitor be immediately banned and said to him: Either you acknowledge your actions and return the money to its owner, and pardon you. Or you enter the prison. The traitor feared, acknowledged his actions and returned the money to its owner, so the merchant rejoiced that his money returned to him and returned to his village with joy.
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Story Book :The cunning expert and gang leader

One of the mafia bosses discovered that his accountant had been embezzling his money over the years, until his embezzlement amounted to (ten million dollars) ...
The accountant was deaf and dumb, only to be contacted by him through sign language, and this was the only reason for his choice in this sensitive position. The deaf accountant will not hear anything that he may testify before the courts ...
When the leader decided to confront him with what he had discovered about him, he took a sign language expert with him and said to him: Do his question. Where is the ten million dollars that he stole ...? The expert asked him via sign language, and the accountant in the same language replied that he did not know what the leader was talking about.
The expert said to the leader: He says he does not know what you are talking about, sir ... The leader famously fired his gun and affixed it to the accountant's front and told the expert: Ask him again ...
The expert asked him again in the sign language: He will kill you if you do not tell him about the location of the money ... The accountant in the sign language replied: Well ... the money is found in a black bag buried behind the car warehouse in the back neighborhood ...
The leader asked the language expert: What did he tell you ...?
The expert replied: He says that you are a coward and just an insect, and you do not have the courage to shoot him ...!
Then the leader shot the accountant ... and ended up in favor of a sign language expert ...!
So: it is a fatal mistake to put all of your trust in someone, so you may discover after a while that trust was misplaced.
This is what is called (blind confidence) ... then the fall is loud ... and the loss is huge.
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Story Book : Do not underestimate anyone it could be his place someday


A woman married a rich merchant, who had a large store selling cloth and clothes, and he was very stingy. One day, the man bought a chicken, and asked his wife to cook it to eat part of it for dinner, while the couple was eating dinner, they heard knocking on the door ....
The husband opened the door, and found a poor man asking for some food because he was hungry. The husband refused to give him something and shouted to him and said to him harsh words and expelled him. The questioner continued his words, closed the door violently in the face, and returned to his food,
The wife said: Why did you close the door like this in the face of the questioner?
The husband angrily said: What do you want me to do?
She said: It would have given him a piece of chicken, and if he had taken her wings, he would have starved it! .. The husband said: I give him a complete wing ?! are you crazy ?!. The wife said: Then, say a good word to him!
A few days later, the merchant went to his store, and found that a fire had burned all the cloth and clothes, and left nothing. The man returned to his sad wife and told her: The fire made the shop ashes, and I have nothing.
The wife said: Do not give in to my sorrows, my husband, and be patient with God’s worth and destiny, and do not despair of God’s mercy, and God will compensate you with good. The husband divorced his wife, but God honored her, so she married another decent man, who has mercy on the weak, and he feeds the poor, and does not respond to a deprived or a liquid.
One day while the woman was having dinner with her new husband, the door knocked, and the woman got up to see the knocker and came back and said to her husband: There is a questioner who complains about the severity of hunger and asks for food. Please those who turn to us, she said: I do not honor you and do you good things, my husband!
The wife took the chicken to give her the liquid,
Then she returned to her husband to complete dinner and tears filled her eyes ...!
The husband noticed that, so he said to her in amazement: What is crying for you, my dear wife? ... And she said: I am crying from the grief of my grief! Her husband asked her about the reason and she replied: I am crying because the questioner who knocked on our door a little while ago and ordered me to give him the chicken is my first husband!
Then the woman began telling her husband the story of the stingy first husband who insulted the questioner and expelled him without giving him anything, and I heard harsh words ...
Her honorable husband said to her: My wife, if the questioner who knocked on our door is your first husband, then I am the first questioner.
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Story Book : the student and the teacher



It is rumored that an elder scholar was walking with one of his disciples between the fields
While walking, they saw old shoes that they thought was of a poor man working in a nearby field, who would finish his work shortly.
The student turned to his Teacher and said:
Let's joke about this factor by hiding his shoes and hiding behind the bushes
And when he comes to wear him, he finds him missing
We see his surprise and confusion!
The great scientist answered him:
“My son, we should not entertain ourselves at the expense of the poor, but you are rich, and you can bring yourself more happiness, which means something to that poor person, by putting coins inside his shoes and hiding in order to see how this affects him.”
The student admired the suggestion and put coins in the shoes of that worker, then he and His teacher hid behind the bushes to see the reaction of that poor worker.
After a few minutes, a poor, shabby worker came after he finished his work on that farm to take his shoes, and if he was surprised when he put his leg inside the shoe that there was something inside of him, and when he took out that thing, he found it (money) !!
He did the same thing in the other shoe and found money too !!
He looked carefully at the money and repeated looking to make sure that he did not dream.
Then he looked around in all directions and found no one around him !!
He put the money in his pocket, fell to his knees, looked at the sky in tears, and then said loudly to his Lord:
“Thank you, Lord, whoever knows that my wife is sick and my children are hungry cannot find bread, so she saved me and my children from perishing.”
He continued to cry for a long time looking at the sky, thanking this generous divine grant.
The student was very moved and his eyes were filled with tears.
Then Teacher said:
“Aren't you happier now than if you did your first suggestion and hidden the shoe?
The student answered:
“I learned a lesson that I will never forget,
Now I understood the meaning of words that I did not understand in my life: “When you give, you will be more than happy to take.”
His Teacher said to him:
And now you know that giving is a kind:
Pardon when able.
- Pray for your brother with the back of the unseen Ataa.
- Seek an excuse for him and distracted him with a bad bid.
- Stop giving your brother a tender tender ..
These are some bids so that the people of wealth (money) are not unique to bids alone !!
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