Once upon a time, there lived a stone cutter in a small village. All day long he worked hard, cutting the hard stones and making the shape which were needed by his customers. His hands were hard and his clothes were dirty.

By Aunty Maryam

A long time ago, there lived an old tree in a village, the tree grew big and developed human breast. It was nick named “mama” because it had human features that made the children become fond of it and attracted them in droves to its side.