Me and My Identity ♡
Episode 1
Written by: Abdul-Ilah Abdul-Qader Al-Junaid
Mother: Good morning, Ali. Good morning, Fatima.
Children: Good morning, Mom.
Mother: Wake up, it’s time to go to the summer center. Get ready and have your breakfast.
Children: Okay, Mom.
Mother: Are you both ready?
Children: Yes, Mom.
Mother: And where are your bags?
Children: Here they are.
Mother: I’ve prepared some sandwiches and water for your break. If you meet friends in need, you can share with them. Be careful on your way and come straight home after the center.
Children: Thank you, Mom.
Mother and Father: May God bless you.
Children: May God bless you too. Goodbye.
Mother: Goodbye, may God protect you.
Father: Goodbye, my children.
A moment later, the mother saw Fatima standing with a sad look.
Mother: What’s wrong, dear?
Fatima: Noor, our cousin Ibrahim’s daughter, won’t go to the center.
Ali: And Nadir, her brother, doesn’t want to go either.
The father overheard and said: I’ll go with you to your uncle’s house to talk to him about the importance of his children joining the summer activities.
Father (Abu Ali): Hello, Abu Nadir.
Abu Nadir: Hello, welcome. How are you?
Abu Ali: I wanted to ask why Nadir and Noor aren’t going to the summer center.
Abu Nadir: What’s the point? Let the children enjoy their vacation.
Abu Ali: Don’t you see that these centers aim to raise our children’s awareness and develop their skills? Investing their time in useful activities shapes their character and protects them from negative influences. Our children are our future, and we must prepare them to be active members of society.
Abu Ali (continues): The world around us is changing, and there are those who seek to exploit weakness. Look at the challenges in many countries. Do we want to be weak, or raise a conscious, strong generation that contributes to building their homeland? The responsibility lies with all of us.
Abu Nadir: You are right. Raising our children and strengthening them intellectually and emotionally is a great responsibility. Thank you for reminding me.
Nadir, Noor, go with your cousins to the summer center.
With great joy, Nadir and Noor joined Ali, Fatima, and the other children in the neighborhood on their way to the summer center.
To be continued in Episode 2...
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