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It seems like it's been forever since our last Traditional Story free resource, but hopefully the The Gassy Lady and Step Daughter (방귀쟁이 며느리) is worth the wait.

Here is a brief plot outline (we'll try not to give everything away):
There once was a very gassy lady who farted louder than anyone else in her village. She even won competitions because of the power of her farts. But she was lonely and so decided to hide her skill. Some time later she met a man and they soon were married. However father-in-law found out about her farting and thought his son could do better. But on the trip back to her village the gassy lady was able to impress her father-in-law and he realized that she was special and his son had made a good choice.
The moral of the story is that everything is special in it's own way.

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"The Gassy Lady and Step Daughter" Traditional Korean Story plus Free Worksheet 6

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It seems like it's been forever since our last Traditional Story free resource, but hopefully the The Gassy Lady and Step Daughter (방귀쟁이 며느리) is worth the wait. Here is a brief plot outline (we'll try not to give everything away): There once was a very gassy lady who farted louder than anyone else in...

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German Folk Tales and Legends - The Gold Scales

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German tales: folk tales, legends, fairy tales and other stories.

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Which one are you most like, Bawang Putih Or Bawang Merah ? I really recommend that you read to the end. Hold your breath and continue.

The story takes place in a simple village household. The head of this family has two wives, and each wife has their own daughter. Bawang Merah and her mother are jealous of the attention the father gives Bawang Putih and her mother. When the father dies, Bawang Merah and her mother take charge of the household and bully Bawang Putih into servitude. Bawang Putih's mother stands up for her daughter but she soon dies prematurely, in some versions due to sickness and in some versions due to the intentional malice of Bawang Merah's mother.
With her biological mother and father dead, the gentle and obedient Bawang Putih is left alone to be tortured by her cruel stepmother and half-sister. Though Bawang Putih suffers, she is patient. One day, when she is out in the woods, she sees a pond containing a live fish. The fish is able to speak, and tells her that it is her mother who has came back to comfort her. Bawang Putih is overjoyed to be able to speak with her mother again, and secretly visits the pond whenever she can.
One day Bawang Merah sees Bawang Putih sneaking off and secretly follows her to the pond, where she witnesses Bawang Putih talking to the fish. After Bawang Putih leaves, Bawang Merah lures the fish to the surface of the pond and catches it. Bawang Merah and her mother kill the fish, cook it and feed it to Bawang Putih without telling her where it came from. Once Bawang Putih finishes eating, her stepmother and stepsister reveal where they obtained the fish. Bawang Putih is repulsed and filled with remorse over this revelation.
Bawang Putih gathers the fish bones and bury them in a small grave underneath a tree. When she visits the grave the next day, she is surprised to see that a beautiful swing has appeared from one of the tree's branches. When Bawang Putih sits in the swing and sings an old lullaby, it magically swings back and forth.
Bawang Putih continues to visit the magic swing whenever she can. One day, while she is on the magic swing, a Prince who is hunting nearby hears her song. He follows the sound of her voice, but before he approaches her, Bawang Putih realizes that she is not alone, she quickly runs back home.
The Prince and his advisors eventually find the home of Bawang Putih and Bawang Merah. (In some versions this happens immediately after the Prince's first sighting of Bawang Putih, but in other versions it happens after a long search made by the Prince's advisors). Bawang Merah's mother, seeing the opportunity, orders Bawang Putih to stay hidden in the kitchen. The Prince asks about the swing and the girl who sat in it. Bawang Merah's mother says that the girl he heard is her beautiful and talented daughter Bawang Merah. Though the Prince agrees that Bawang Merah is beautiful, he requests that she show him how she sang in the magical swing.
Bawang Merah and mother reluctantly follow the Prince and his advisors back to the magic swing. Bawang Merah sits in the swing and attempts to sing so that it will move, but she cannot. The Prince, now angry, ordered Bawang Merah's mother to tell the truth. Bawang Merah's mother is forced to confess that she has another daughter hidden in her house.
The Prince brings Bawang Putih back to the swing, and as she had done many times before, the magic swing starts moving as soon as she begins singing. The Prince is overjoyed and asks Bawang Putih to marry him. She agrees and they live happily ever after.

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Which one are you most like, Bawang Putih Or Bawang Merah ? I really recommend that you read to the end. Hold your breath and continue. The story takes place in a simple village household. The head of this family has two wives, and each wife has their own daughter.

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I decided to focus on Lebanese folk tales becuase I like to see how they compare to the folk tales we grew up with. I found that there are great similarities with a reoccurring characters such as witches and of course a young man who tries to win the heart of his love. One story I cam across was the Prince and the Princess. the Prince was a very brave and strong and the Princess was very beautiful and kind. They encountered a witch that hated them and hated love so they turned the Prince into a fox and the Princess into a frog and took them away. The villagers sent a dragon who then killed the witch and the Princess and Prince turned back into humans and lived happily ever after.
Another famous tale is of Antar and Ablah, which was made into a movie also. Antar is a slave born Arab that becomes a heroic warrior and poet. he falls in love with the cheif's daughter Ablah, can't marry her becuase he is still jsut a salve. he overcomes this with many heroic feits. This theme of a forbidden love is very common in American stories and fairytales.
I find it interesting that though our cultures are very different we have similar themes of Happily ever afters and love can conquer all.

http://www.topics-mag.com/folk-tales/folk-tale-happiness-leban.htm
http://www.everyculture.com/wc/Japan-to-Mali/Lebanese.html

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I decided to focus on Lebanese folk tales becuase I like to see how they compare to the folk tales we grew up with. I found that there are great similarities with a reoccurring characters such as witches and of course a young man who tries to win the heart of his love.

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HEUNGBOO AND NOLBU

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Once upon a time there were two brothers, Nolbu and Heungbu. Nolbu was rich but greedy. Heungbu was poor but generous. One day, Heungbu found a sparrow with a broken leg. He helped the bird and took it to his house. The bird got better and flew away. Later the sparrow brought three gourd seeds to Heungbu. The gourd became so big. When Heungbo cut it open a lot go gold coins came out. Nolbu heard the story and he also wanted the gold coins. He found a sparrow and broke its leg.The poor bird ran away and later brought 3 gourd seeds. The seeds grew and Nolbu cut them open. Suddenly the devils came out and started beating Nolbu. Nolbu learned a lesson that he shouldn't be greedy.
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Other Korean Short Stories
Three years hill. 삼년고개
Once upon a time, there was a hill called 3 years hill in a small village. If someone fall down on this hill he could only live 3 years. One day, an old man was climbing up the hill and he saw a rabbit.He ran after the rabbit and he fell down.He got sick because he thought he could only live 3 years. One day a little boy told him " don't worry too much, because if you fall down the hill, you can live 3 years but if you fall down 2 times, you can live 6 years. "The old man went to the hill and just enjoyed climbing the hill. He fell many times but he was not worried.Since then, he got cured and lived happily after. We should not worry about making small mistakes.
Korean Short Story II: Small nose and huge mouth 코작은 할아버지와 입 큰 할머니
Once upon a time, there was an old couple who have problems with their appearance. The man has got a small nose, woman has got a huge mouth. Someday, their neighbor invited them to have dinner. They really wanted to go and have a good time with neighbors but they were nervous what they show their face. they got good idea. He made fake nose by candle, she sewed her mouth. in the party, they talked near the stove. Then his nose began to melt. His wife laughed to see him and her mouth became huge. they were nervous and put they heads down. The neighbor said appearance is not important, we like you because you are so kind. Since then they didn't care so much about their face and lived happily after.

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Other Korean folktales for kids
Korean Short Story IV: Magic Fan 요술부채 http://study.jr.naver.com/donghwa/view.nhn?donghwaNo=1186&categoryId=3&ageType=ALL&viewAgeType=ALL Korean Short Story V: Frogs do not think 개구리 올챙이적 생각을 못한다 http://study.jr.naver.com/donghwa/view.nhn?donghwaNo=118&categoryId=1&donghwaSort=regDate&ageType=ALL&viewAgeType=ALL
Korean Short Story VI: Giant Pot 솥 안에 든 거인
http://study.jr.naver.com/donghwa/view.nhn?categoryId=3&donghwaSort=regDate&ageType=ALL&viewAgeType=ALL&donghwaNo=1187
Korean Short Story VII: Red Flower 백일홍
http://study.jr.naver.com/donghwa/view.nhn?categoryId=3&donghwaSort=regDate&ageType=ALL&viewAgeType=ALL&donghwaNo=1126

Korean Short Story VIII: Bari 바리공주
http://study.jr.naver.com/donghwa/view.nhn?categoryId=3&donghwaSort=regDate&ageType=ALL&viewAgeType=ALL&donghwaNo=1125
Korean Short Story IX: Dogs and Cats 개와 고양이
http://study.jr.naver.com/donghwa/view.nhn?categoryId=3&donghwaSort=regDate&ageType=ALL&viewAgeType=ALL&donghwaNo=1124 Korean Short Story X: Bugaboo and Hazelnuts 도깨비와 개암 http://study.jr.naver.com/donghwa/view.nhn?categoryId=3&donghwaSort=regDate&ageType=ALL&viewAgeType=ALL&donghwaNo=1123 Korean Short Story XI: Ungrateful Tiger 호랑이와 곶감 http://study.jr.naver.com/donghwa/view.nhn?categoryId=3&donghwaSort=regDate&ageType=ALL&viewAgeType=ALL&donghwaNo=1121 Korean Short Story XII: Moon Rabbit 토끼와 자라 http://study.jr.naver.com/donghwa/view.nhn?categoryId=3&donghwaSort=regDate&ageType=ALL&viewAgeType=ALL&donghwaNo=891
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Popular Korean Fairy Tales and Folktales: Short Stories for Kids in Korea (Video)

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Once upon a time there were two brothers, Nolbu and Heungbu. Nolbu was rich but greedy. Heungbu was poor but generous. One day, Heungbu found a sparrow with a broken leg. He helped the bird and took it to his house. The bird got better and flew away.

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The Prince and the Princess - A Lebanese Folk Tale about Happiness | TOPICS Online Magazine | ESL/EFL | Sandy and Thomas Peters

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I was born in one of the oldest cities in the world to an American mother and a Syrian father who enriched my life and exposed me to different worlds at an early age. Perhaps this helped me become aware of how folk tales reflect in a simple fashion the customs, habits and beliefs of different cultures.

Though grandmother Tete's bedroom was very small, furnished modestly compared to our comfortable Western-style apartment above, her sweet wrinkled face, warm smile, and twinkling blue eyes seemed to illuminate the room.

I would sit at the foot of her bed intent on her gentle voice as she told me stories and I would be carried to faraway lands. Those special evenings spent on Tete's bed wrapped in the warmth of her love were the seeds of my love of stories, which were nurtured by the folk tales in English my American mother read to me.

Of course, Tete's tales were part of an oral tradition that had never been written down, while the stories my mother read to me had been collected and gathered into books many years ago. Grandmothers were traditionally the ones who kept these folktales alive in Syria.

Later on, as a teacher of English to young Syrian children, I sadly realized the big gap between my generation and that of my students. In one of my conversation classes I asked the children to talk about the important role of grandmothers in their lives, and was struck by what they said.

Syrian "Tetes" seemed to have lost their importance - along with their stories - to computers, cell phones, and electronic games. The warm special relationship shared by grandchildren and their grandmothers in my generation seemed to have been replaced by cold technology. In an attempt to bring these stories - which had meant so much to me as a child - into their lives, I asked each student to bring a folktale and a recipe from the region of Syria where their family had lived and share it with the class. It surprised me that even the mothers of my students had to go back to the oldest woman in the family to get a folktale.

In time, my students grew fond of folktales and were proud of their rich Syrian heritage. I even received phone calls from some of my students' grandmothers thanking me for renewing their relationship with their grandchildren. Some of these grandmothers felt challenged enough to make special trips back to their provinces in order to gather more folktales, while others refreshed their memories and started telling stories to their grandchildren.

All this made me aware that our oral heritage was being lost, that our Syrian folktales were disappearing and might soon be lost forever. It broke my heart to see how carefully Western folktales have been collected and carefully compiled in books while our own Syrian tales are neglected and forgotte.

I promised myself that the least I could do would be to collect and write down some of these folktales in a book. Along with my students' folktales, I interviewed women from all walks of life and from many different provinces of the country. I gathered one story from a woman I met on a bus, another from a Syrian woman in neighboring Turkey who happened to be on the same tour with me.

Wherever I went, I managed to find women ready and willing to share the stories they knew with me. They became enthusiastic to help when I told them I was collecting the stories for a book in order to save the stories for future generations. They combed through their memories, recalled half-forgotten stories and generously contributed what they remembered. I am grateful to all these women who helped make my bookpossible. Now, more than ever, with the ongoing tragic destruction of our Syrian heritage, I think it is important to hold on to what we can of our past.

Muna Imady and her students
The Three Spinners I can still close my eyes and see Tete sitting on her bed in her white nightgown which matched her white wavy hair, telling the story in her soft, but animated, voice. Perhaps it was the way Tete told the story that made it so special for me. Perhaps it was the catchy tune in the story, so typical of many Syrian folktales, that mesmerized me as it was repeated over and over. Some readers have told me they were surprised that not all of my folktales ended "happily ever after". However, folktales usually mirror the social and the historical background of their people and this folktale was popular in Syria during the grim years of World War One. Widespread famine and disease made this a very difficult time. No matter how hard people worked, they couldn't earn enough money to eat nor were they always able to enjoy the fruit of their work. Tete was a young mother at the time, and recalled seeing people eat the peels of potatoes and watermelons out of garbage cans. Perhaps this accounts for the sad ending of this folktale. I'll leave this for the reader to decide. The Three Spinners
Once upon a time there lived three sisters who were very poor. Their father and mother had died, leaving them only the little house they lived in. To earn money, they spun wool into yarn and then sold it in the market.

One day, the oldest sister said, "How I wish I could eat a roasted sheep stuffed with spicy rice and almonds!"

The middle sister closed her eyes and drew a long breath and said, "How lovely the stuffed roasted sheep would taste with green onions!"

The younger sister added enthusiastically, "It would taste even better with some red radishes!"

The three sisters laughed and decided to save their money to buy a sheep and cook it stuffed with spicy rice and almonds.

Time passed, the three sisters worked hard spinning the yarn into thread and dreaming of their roasted stuffed sheep.

As they spun they sang joyfully:

How very tasty and how very nice

Is roasted sheep stuffed with almonds and rice!

Green onions and radishes would also be nice

With the sheep stuffed with almonds and spicy rice!

Finally, the three sisters saved enough money to fulfill their dream. They went down to the market, bought a sheep and cooked it with rice and almonds. They set the roasted sheep on a large tray decorated with almonds and pistachios.

Then the three sisters happily sat down to eat, but the older sister suddenly called out, "Oh my God, we have forgotten to get green onions!"

Then the youngest sister said, "We have forgotten to get red radishes!"

The three sisters ran out of their house towards the nearby fields. They were in such a rush that they forgot to close the door of their house. As they ran they sang joyfully:

How very tasty and how very nice

Is roasted sheep stuffed with almonds and rice!

Green onions and radishes would also be nice

With the sheep stuffed with almonds and spicy

rice!

As they ran through their neighborhood towards the fields, the garbage man saw them. He patiently waited for them to disappear, then slipped into their house and carried out the tray of roasted sheep to his poor old mother.

They both hadn't tasted meat for such a long time that they ate everything on the tray.

When the three sisters reached their house, they couldn't believe their bad luck. They cried and screamed and hit each other with the green onions and red radishes.

Their sorrow and grief was so deep that they died shortly after their roasted stuffed sheep had been stolen.
The moral of the story: Even though you might think you are poor, there are people in this world who are poorer than you. Share the little you have and God will bless you.
Excerpted from Syrian Folktales. Reprinted with permisssion of the author. To learn more about the book, click here: Folktales.

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The Three Spinners: A Syrian Folktale - Wild River Review

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I was born in one of the oldest cities in the world to an American mother and a Syrian father who enriched my life and exposed me to different worlds at an early age. Perhaps this helped me become aware of how folk tales reflect in a simple fashion the customs, habits and beliefs of different cultures.

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A Canadian Folktale

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On the bank of a stream far in the West, Owl-man lived long ago in a little house under the ground. He had very strange habits. He always kept away from the Great Water and he dwelt for the most part in the forest. He had very few friends, and he usually went hunting by himself. He lived on toads and frogs and flies. He would say but little, and when other people sat around him talking pleasantly, he was always silent, gazing into space with wide-open eyes, and trying to look wiser than he really was. Because of this, people thought he was very queer, and strange stories about him soon spread far and wide. It was said that he was very cruel, and that he was silent because he was always brooding over his past wickedness or thinking about some evil deed he was soon going to do. And when children were troublesome or disobedient, their mothers always frightened them into goodness by saying, "The Owl-man from the stream will come and take you if you do not mend your ways." And although the Owl-man was a solitary fellow he thus had great influence in all the land.

Not far away lived a man and a woman who had one adopted daughter. Because she was the only child in the house she was much petted, and she was never satisfied, and she cried and fretted all the time, and kept always asking for things she could not get. She disturbed all the neighbours round about so that they could not sleep because of her constant wailing and complaining. At last her foster-parents grew tired of her weeping and they said, "The Owl-man will carry you off if you do not stop crying." But still she pouted and fretted. And the old man of the house said, "I wish the Owl-man would come and take her away." Now the old man was a great magician, and as he wished, so it came to pass.

That evening it happened that the people were gathered at a feast of shell-fish on the beach by the bright moonlight, as was their weekly custom. But the sorrowful girl would not go with the others. She stayed at home and sulked. As she sat alone in the house, old Owl-man came along carrying his basket full of toads and frogs. The girl was still crying when he came in. "I have come for you," he said, "as the old man wished." And he put her in his basket with the toads and frogs and carried her off. She yelled and kicked and scratched, but the lid of the basket was tightly closed and Owl-man laughed to himself and said, "Now I have a wife at last. I shall be alone no more, and the people will not now think I am so queer." So he took her to his underground house by the stream. That night the people noticed that the girl's cries were no longer heard and they said, "What can have cured Sour-face; what can have pleased Cry-Baby into silence?" And the girl's foster-mother wondered where she had gone. But only the old man knew that it had happened as he had wished, because of his magic power, and that Owl-man had taken her away.

The girl was not happy in her new home, for she would not be happy in any place. She still kept up her caterwauling and there was no peace in the house. Owl-man was a great hunter. Every day he went out hunting with his big basket on his arm, but he always locked his wife in the house before he went away. He was always very successful in the chase, and each night he came back with his basket full of toads and frogs and field-mice and flies. But his wife would eat none of them and she threw them in his face when he offered them to her, and said in a bad temper, "I will not eat your filthy food. It is not fit food for gentle-folk." And Owl-man said, "Gentle-folk indeed! You should find a more suitable name; you are not gentle; you are a wild evil thing, but I am going to tame you." And the girl wept again and sulked and stamped her feet in her temper.

At last the girl became very hungry, for there was little to eat except the food that Owl-man brought home for himself. He gathered a few berries for her, but even these did not satisfy her hunger. So she thought out a plan of escape. One day when Owl-man was away, she took some oil she found in the house and rubbed it all over her face and hair. When Owl-man came home in the evening, he said, "You are very pretty to-night. What have you done to make yourself look so sleek and shiny?" And she answered, "I have put on my face and hair gum which I picked from the trees last night when I went walking with you." And he said, "I should like to put some on too, for perhaps it would make me beautiful." The girl told him that if he would go out and gather some gum she would put it on his face and hair for him. So he went out and gathered a great store of gum from the trees and brought it back to her. She melted it on a hot stove until it was balsam again and would pour easily out. Then she said, "Shut your eyes so that it will not harm your sight, and I will make your face and hair beautiful and shining like mine." Owl-man shut his eyes, and the girl soon covered his face and head with the soft gum. She put it on very thick, and she said, "Keep your eyes shut until it dries or it may blind you." Owl-man did as he was told, but when the gum dried he could not open his eyes, and while he was trying to rub it off, the girl slipped out the door and ran back to her parents, far away by the Great Water.

Owl-man scraped the gum from his face and head as best he could, and when he could open his eyes again and could see pretty well, he went out into the night in search of his wife. And as he went along he cried, "Oh, oh, oh, where is my wife? Where is my girl? I have lost my wife. I have lost my girl. Oh, oh, oh." And when the people heard him calling they thought they would play a trick on him. So they said, "She is here, she is here." But when he entered their houses, the woman they showed him was not his wife, and he went away sorrowful. And the people all laughed at his confusion, and said, "Owl-man is getting queerer each day. He is far gone in his head." Owl-man went from house to house, but he could not find his wife. Then he went to the trees and searched among the branches. He pulled the trees up by the roots, thinking she might be hiding underneath. And he looked into the salmon-traps in the rivers, and kicked them to pieces in his frenzy. But nowhere was his wife to be found.

Then he went to the girl's house, where she was hiding, and he yelled, "Oh, oh, oh, give me my wife. Give me my girl. I know she is here. Oh, oh, oh." But the girl's foster-mother would not give her up. Then he began to tear down the house over their heads, for the old man of the house was away and there was no one else strong enough to stop Owl-man in his rage. When the woman saw her house in danger of falling about her ears, she cried, "Stop; your wife is here." And she brought forth the girl from her hiding-place. When Owl-man saw her, his rage left him and he was happy again.

But just then the old man of magic power came home. He had heard the hub-bub from a distance. When he came in and saw the great holes in the roof and the side of his house where Owl-man had torn away the logs, he was very angry and he said to himself, "I will punish both Owl-man and the girl for this night's work." And he hit upon a plan. He said to Owl-man, "We must give you a hot bath to melt the gum and take it from your hair, for it will do you no good, and it will take all the hair off your head." And Owl-man gladly agreed. So they filled a great bark tub with water and heated it by placing at the bottom of it many red-hot stones, after the fashion of Indians in those old days. But the old man put so many hot stones in the water that it was soon almost boiling with the heat, and when they put Owl-man into the tub he was almost scalded to death and he yelled loudly in pain. Then the old man said, "Now I will take vengeance. You will trouble me no more. You have broken my house. Henceforth you will be not a man but an Owl, and you will dwell alone in the forest with few friends, and you will live always on frogs and toads and field-mice, and people will hear you at night crying for your wife all over the land, but you shall never find her." Then with his magic power he changed him to an Owl and sent him on his way.

He said to the girl, "You have done me much harm too, and you have brought all this trouble upon me. Henceforth you will be not a girl but a Fish-Hawk, and you will always cry and fret and scream as you have done before, and you will never be satisfied." And with his magic power he changed her into a Fish-Hawk, and sent her out to the ocean. And there she screams always, and she is a great glutton, for she can never get enough to eat. And since that time, Owl and Fish-Hawk have not dwelt together and have not been on friendly terms. They live far apart, and Owl keeps to the forest and the mountains, while the other keeps to the sea. Thus was the old man avenged, and thus was the weeping maiden punished for her tears. And the cries of Owl and Fish-Hawk are still heard in many places, one calling for his wife, the other screaming unsatisfied for something she cannot get.

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The Hunter - A Palestinian Folktale

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Hunter went home, cleaned his gun and hung it on the wall. He told his wife that he will not hunt any more and God has provided a source of money. However, it was not too long before the money was gone, so Hunter picked up his gun and took off to hunt. When he reached his usual spot, he found the deer in the same place he found it the first time. When he aimed at it, it turned into Abdallah. "Didn't we have an agreement?" asked Abdallah. "But the money was all gone," said Hunter, "and we almost starved to death." "Do you see that rock?" said Abdallah, "Whenever you need me, just come to it and say, O brother Abdallah, and I will come immediately." Then he gave hunter another fifty dinars.

Hunter was happy and went home. When he gave the money to his wife she demanded to know where he got it. He told her that he met this friend who promised to help him all the time and whenever they need him; Hunter only had to go to that rock and call him. "You are a stingy man!" said Hunter's wife, "You should have invited him to our house, so we could have food together and build on this friendship." So Hunter went back to the rock and called on Abdallah. After he apologized to Abdallah for not inviting him, Abdallah insisted that Hunter and his family were first invited to his house. After they agreed on eight o'clock in the morning, Hunter went home to tell his wife the latest news.

Hunter and his wife went and bought a present and took the children with them to the rock. When they got there, they found Abdallah and his family waiting. Each member of Abdallah's family welcomed a member of Hunter's and they held hands. In a blink of an eye, they found themselves in a different world. Abdallah's family prepared the feast and invited all the neighbors who brought presents and money to Hunter and his family. After they spent some time there, Hunter and his family gathered the presents and the money and went home. They had enough money to build a nice house. A few months later, it was a holiday, so Hunter went to visit his friend. When Abdallah showed up, he held Hunter's hand and in a blink of an eye, they were in a different place. Abdallah gave Hunter a thousand dinars this time.

Hunter took the money and went home. His wife said that now they have enough money to get their oldest son married. They found a nice girl for him and set a time for the wedding. Of course Hunter invited Abdallah and his family to the wedding. Abdallah asked Hunter to prepare a separate room for him and another twenty people and not to let anybody come near them. On the wedding day, everybody in town was invited and Hunter did what Abdallah asked him to do. People would see Hunter going into that room with full trays and getting out empty handed while they could not see anybody inside the room. After everybody left, Abdallah asked Hunter if they could go and give the bride her presents. They went in one by one and the bride was happy to receive all of the nice jewelery they gave her. Before Abdallah left, he told Hunter that they were all invited to his place for the whole week.

A couple of thieves in town knew where the bride put her jewelry box, so they raided the house and took the jewelry when Hunter and his family were at Abdallah's place. When Hunter and his family returned to the house, they discovered the robbery. All Hunter could do was seek help from his friend Abdallah. Abdallah comforted him and told him to go back and open the box. When Hunter went back and opened the box, he found double the amount of jewels in it. Abdallah came to Hunter and said, "Next time my brother, when you come to visit us, we will protect your home."
This story was translated form:
Barghouthi, A.:Hikayaat jaan min Bani Zeid (Stories of Jinn from Bani Zeid), pp. 116-121, Bir Zeit University, Bir Zeit, Palestine (1979).
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Hunter went home, cleaned his gun and hung it on the wall. He told his wife that he will not hunt any more and God has provided a source of money. However, it was not too long before the money was gone, so Hunter picked up his gun and took off to hunt.