ranoo.sh,   Safa alaasi,   Lina,
     
I'm very very happy that all of you joined us and I hope to see more and more participants here

Here is my first story  

A Lie
When I was in the third grade my younger sister was in the first grade. We used to go to school together. Every morning, mum gave me sandwiches for me and my sister. "Abeer let your sister eat her sandwich, do not forget! She is your responsibility; you are her eldest sister" Mum said to me. It was break time, I brought our sandwiches, bought us some juice and searched for her to have our meal together. "Hi dear, how was your lesson? Here is our meal let's eat together" I said. My sister refused  to do so. I was shocked. I begged her to eat her meal but she did not. I remembered my dear mum's speech. "Oh God help me. I'm an obedient daughter and I should do what my mum said" However, my sister insisted that she would never eat. I came back to my class crying and crying, three boys of my class asked me "Why are you crying Abeer?" . At that time I did not know why I felt ashamed to tell them the truth. So I replied: " A boy from the other class hit me" You know they should defend their classmate now. So one of them asked me to tell him which kid hit me and let me cry. I pointed to the first boy I saw. Then, my classmate started hitting him badly. I felt so sorry about that innocent kid because he did nothing to me. I was lying no more no less. I burst into tears I could not stop crying. My classmate was shocked because I should be happy then. I could not admit at that time!
From that time I hate lying and I do my best not to tell lies in order not to hurt others.  

PS I was the spoiled student in my class because I was the youngest one. I entered school at early age, you know ,in Syria, teacher's children can enter school at early age  


I'll be back to comment on your stories  

 
عبير,  

You make me hate you  

Hey people
I discover a thing after these stories.

Childhood is no longer an innocence.

Abeer, Lina, Me, Ala Ibrahim.

We made other hurt.

One day I said, children are murderers, they only look innocents when Israeli jets kill them.

 
Quotations from the art-en childhood crimes:

-The fight began; and I immediately hit 'an enemy' on the head. He started bleeding and crying (Alaa Ibrahim)
-I pointed to the first boy I saw. Then, my classmate started hitting him badly. (Abeer)
-I hit my elder  sister on her head once when we were kids  , and I really make her bleed and cry (Safaa)
-until the man fallen on the street, which was half-frozen, and the (Baqdones) spread around him like green blood. (Me)
-I encouraged her to sit on it and she walked to it .........and..........once she sat...the dog woke up angrily (Lina)

Still waiting for other childhood tragic stories......

Actually I have one but so tragic, I wonder if you would like to know

 
Nawal8q,  

hit the book desk with the back of her head and started pleading.....

I donot like to correct, but this time I laugh, you write pleading, which means an action in the court to make defense, but you meant bleeding.

I laugh  

 
The Cat and my cousin:

My grandfather's house, in a very nice village. It was a big house built with the style of ottoman design, attached with big garden, and other houses are stuck to his house. Oh very nice place to grow up with nature, he is my mother's father. I was six years, and I found a cat, small one, maybe her old is 3 months or less. I did not know how I decide to torture her. I really never tortured and would never do that again. Why and how, I did not know. My cousin, a girl which one year older than me, was the defender of this small-back-and-white cat. The story began when I found this cat by a chance on the roof, I kicked it strongly, then she fled away to the neighbors roof. I jumped to the roof easily and started to search for her. My cousin was shouting, "Leave her alone." I heard nothing, and carried on my scanning. I found her, hidden under old-dead-tree, put on the roof to be used as fire increaser in some heater in that times. I still remember that days, it were the days before school season. I got it and throw it from the roof to the street which was almost three meter height, I used the stair and follow her, not to hide again, and start kicking, kicking, until I found a small dirty pool, and I start to drown her inside. She cried and became dirty, my cousin knew by a chance that I did, and she follow me to that pool, but too late. She found me inserting a wooden stick sized almost 8 inches inside her mouth and drowning her to her last moment of life. She passed away, and I return to the house as nothing happened. It was morning when the crime took time. In the school of the next year, in religious class, I knew what happen to the woman who entered Jahanam, because she jailed the cat and feeding her nothing.