My Life

Mother loved her three children dearly. Dima, her eldest son, was off in the army, leaving her with Victoria and Yunus. They lived in a cozy house in Turkmenistan. One sunny morning, a neighbor's child, Aisha, came to play. But Victoria and Yunus were not kind to her.

Mother noticed the children excluding Aisha and felt sad. She knew they needed to learn the value of tolerance. That evening, Mother gathered Victoria and Yunus in the living room to talk. The children were curious about the serious tone in her voice.

- Why were you not kind to Aisha today? Mother asked. - She is different from us, Victoria mumbled. - Being different is what makes each of us special, Mother replied gently. The kids were puzzled but listened.

The next day, Mother encouraged Victoria and Yunus to invite Aisha over again. They reluctantly agreed. When Aisha arrived, the children tried to include her in their games. But it wasn't easy; they didn't understand her preferences.

After some awkward moments, Yunus got frustrated. - Why don't you like our games? he asked Aisha. Aisha looked sad and said, - I just miss my home sometimes. Mother watched from a distance, hoping they would find common ground.

Mother decided to intervene. - Let's learn about Aisha's favorite games, she suggested. Victoria and Yunus hesitated but agreed. Aisha's face lit up with a smile. She taught them a new game from her culture, and they started to enjoy it.

Just as they were getting along, Yunus tripped and fell. He scraped his knee and began to cry. Aisha quickly ran to get a bandage from her bag. - Here, this will help, she said kindly. Victoria and Yunus were surprised by her kindness.

The next day, Victoria and Yunus had a disagreement over a toy. - It's mine, Yunus shouted. - No, I was playing with it first, Victoria argued. Mother stepped in to mediate, reminding them of the importance of sharing and understanding.

Mother felt disheartened seeing her children struggle with tolerance. She decided to tell them a story about her own childhood. - When I was young, I had a friend from a different country, she began. The children listened intently, curious about the story.

- We didn't speak the same language at first, but we found ways to communicate, Mother continued. - How did you do that? Victoria asked. - We used gestures and drawings. It taught me that understanding goes beyond words, Mother explained.

Despite Mother's efforts, the children still had moments of intolerance. One evening, Mother felt overwhelmed and considered giving up. - Maybe I'm not doing enough, she sighed. But then she remembered her own mother's wisdom: patience and persistence.

Mother decided to seek advice from her friend, Leyla, who was a teacher. - What can I do to teach my children tolerance? she asked. - Involve them in community activities, Leyla suggested. - It will help them understand and appreciate diversity.

Mother took Leyla's advice and signed the children up for a community project. They worked together with children from different backgrounds. At first, it was challenging, but slowly they began to understand each other. They learned to appreciate their differences.

By the end of the project, Victoria and Yunus had made new friends. They realized that being different was something to celebrate. - I'm glad we met Aisha, Victoria said. - Me too, Yunus agreed. Mother smiled, proud of her children's growth.