They asked me what I want, today, for my birthday, I answered:
I wana have that plant which exists in fairy tales, which cures diseases but it’s hard to get, you had to cross the sea, the mountain, the jungle to get it.
I’m ready to swim in the Pacific Ocean, I’m fast and I like swimming.
I can climb Mount Everest, I didn’t try it before, but it’s on my ‘to try list’.
Ok, I fear of cockroach, but when I have to face a Lion or a tiger, I’ll try to use my mind to win the battle.
Then I’ll reach that plant which includes the medicine for every illness, and run fast home, and give it to my child …
Question: Why in stories the one who does all that is not one of the parents?I think they are the only ones ready to do all that.
Can’t this plant exist?! Can’t sacrificing lives returns what we love, I hate fairy tale stories, they are neither real nor true.
Inshalla Allah will grant me the good news tomorrow, & this will be the gift.