Little Hearts, Big Manners: Four Stories of Kindness and Faith

Front Cover Image Description:A bright, cheerful, and warm illustration. In a beautiful, green garden with flowering plants and a clear blue sky, four modestly dressed children (two girls with colorful hijabs and loose dresses, two boys in simple shirts and trousers) are smiling and playing together kindly. They are sharing a big basket of fruits, helping a littlebird with a hurt wing, and reading a book with a crescent moon on the cover. The title is written in a friendly, rounded font: "Little Hearts, Big Manners: Four Stories of Kindness and Faith" Story 1: The Lost Golden Button Moral: Honesty (Sidq) andTrustworthiness (Amanah) Page 1: Layla was sewing a beautiful button onto her favorite blue dress. It was a shiny, golden button from her grandmother. Clack, clack. Her needle went in and out. But oops! The golden button popped off and rolled under the big, cozy armchair. Layla looked, but it was too dark to see. Page 2: Layla’s little brother, Omar, was playing with his toy cars. Broom! He swept right under the chair with his arm, looking for his red car. He felt something small and hard. “What’s this?” he wondered. He pulled it out. It was a sparkling golden button! Omar’s eyes got big. He remembered Layla looking for her button. He knew it was hers. Page 3: Omar thought, “This is so shiny! I wish it was mine.” He started to put it in his pocket. But then he remembered something his teacher said: “Allah loves those who are honest, even when it’s hard.” Omar took a deep breath. He walked to Layla. “I found your golden button under the chair,” he said, holding it out. Page 4: Layla’s face lit up with a huge smile. “Oh, thank you, Omar! You gave me back my treasure and your honesty is a treasure too!” She gave him a gentle hug. Their mom saw this and said, “What a wonderful brother you are, Omar. You protected your sister’s trust. That makes Allah very happy.” Omar felt a warm, happy feeling in his heart, warmer than the golden button. Story 2: The Patience Palm Tree Moral: Patience (Sabr) and Gentleness (Hilm) Page 1: In a village, there was a small, dry date palm tree. It was Ibrahim’s favorite tree. Every day, he would water it and say, “Grow big and strong, little tree!” But months went by, and the tree stayed small. Ibrahim’s friend, Karim, had a big, fruit-filled tree. “Why is my tree so slow?” Ibrahim asked, feeling a little sad. Page 2: Ibrahim’s wise grandmother, Umma, saw him sighing at his little tree. “My dear,” she said softly, “do you see how the great mountains were made? Not in a day. Good things, strong things, they take time and gentle care. Your tree is learning to put its roots deep into the earth. This is important work.” Page 3: Ibrahim thought about Umma’s words. Instead of wishing for fast fruits, he changed his care. He watered it slowly, talked to it kindly, and weeded around it gently. He practiced patience, just like his tree. One day, he saw a tiny, green shoot at the very top. It was so small! But it was new life. Page 4: Another month passed. The shoot grew into a small, proud frond. Ibrahim didn’t rush it. He kept being patient and gentle. Then, one morning, he saw it! Two small, sweet dates hung from his tree. They were the most delicious dates Ibrahim had ever tasted, because they were born from his patience. He shared them with Umma and Karim, smiling. Story 3: The Shared Umbrella Moral: Generosity (Karhmah) and Selflessness (Iythar) Page 1: Aisha and her friend, Fatima, were walking home from the park. The sky, which was blue, turned gray and then dark. Pitter-pat, pitter-pat. Big, warm rain drops began to fall. Aisha quickly opened her big, yellow umbrella. “Come under, Fatima!” she said, moving closer so her friend wouldn’t get wet. Page 2: But the rain got heavier. Fatima saw that Aisha’s shoulder was getting soaked. “Your side is getting wet!” Fatima said. “It’s okay,” Aisha replied, holding the umbrella firmly. “My mom says sharing our shade is like sharing a good deed.” But Fatima saw her friend shivering a little. Page 3: Fatima had an idea. “Let’s walk closer together and take turns holding the umbrella so it’s fair.” They shuffled under the small shelter, their shoulders touching, laughing as they tried to avoid the puddles. They weren’t just sharing an umbrella; they were sharing thoughtfulness. The rain didn’t seem so cold anymore. please make the characters modest especially gurls with hijab no hair showing and no prophets face please