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One day, my granny asked us children to seat upon a hill with her.

“I have a true story that I want to tell you,” she said “ so you can remember it and tell your children

about it when I would be gone.”

At this time, we were watching over the fields; the crops were almost ready for harvest. It was beautiful!

The grass was shining under the sunlight and appeared deep green. The animals were healthy and lived

happy between themselves. The sky was clear and the air agreeable to breathe. The elderly continued.

“This story happened when I was just as tall as you are, and I was one of the children who changed

things in this valley.” She marked a paused and resumed. “ See, at the beginning our valley was even more

beautiful than it is today, with more shady locations and plenty of fish. Hardly any people were sick and

there weren’t any noise except those natural sounds created for our pleasure by our Lord Allah.

I spent myself many hours fishing in a pond we had at this time. It does not exist anymore. Palm trees

stand over it now. Many varieties of trees grew here too when I was your age, and also many species of

animals, or so was it until the pollution. You should have seen me at this time! I liked to draw ketches of

everything living under the sky. I did not know at this time that these drawing were going to be a great

treasure for people like me. Many of these animals, nobody will ever see them again!

“What happened, grandma?” I said, very amazed.