Grandma's Story Compliance and Tales of Proverbs

Grandma's Story Compliance and Tales of Proverbs

Every book has a story. The story of this book begins and ends with Grandma '

Grandma "Compliance" is not only my grandmother I am, it is the grandmother of all the neighborhood's sons, she is the first to inhabit it,

The first to plant the tree, the first to dig the well, and the first to bake the cake,

And first of all, he painted the face of the moon on his perimeter...

And the first one who gathered us to tell us anecdotes.

"Our precious grandmother," that's how we think we should call her, "I want the Jurist."

That's how she used to greet us with her face and her clear smile,

And her tortured voice, and her open arms always have us.

Grandma's house is compliance not like the rest of the house, his pink door is always open,

And his gilded ceiling resembles the Sun Puck, and his Marmite land doesn't tend to carry us,

And his miniature digits extend to all of us no matter how many, grandmother's garden trees are always in compliance,

It shades us in the hot summer months, and its stone fireplace emits into our warm bodies on cold winter nights,

And her big wooden library smells like love, peace and wisdom.

We almost have a day until we run to it, we call and answer, we come in and we let us in,

We eat your delicious cake, we fill up our tonnes, and our minds remain desperate to hear the fun tales that Grandma keeps,

And you know how to tell it to us in a distorting way that forgets us time, and you remind us that we are masterful Arabs,

It brings us together with stories and stories a long bright history. ""