![]() ![]() "Little one," said the neighbor, "let's see. "Saying over and over again I want to go see what's happening in the world. Listen to the places this half-pint wants to go!" replied the mother. Hearing her neighbor's voice, the mother came out of the house and said, "What's the world coming to! Now children even want to teach their mothers something!" Just then, a large fish approached their home and said: "Neighbor, what are you arguing about with your child? Aren't you planning to go swimming today?" ![]() World! What is this other world! The world is right here where we are. When the little fish finished the mother exclaimed - "My dear child, are you crazy? World!. I want to know if life is simply for circling around in a small place until you become old and nothing else, or is there another way to live in the world ?" For instance, I know that when most fish get old, they complain about everything. Of course, I've learned many things here and there. Maybe you think someone taught me these ideas but believe me, I've had these thoughts for a long time. "No, Mother, I'm tired of this swimming, I want to set out and see what's happening elsewhere. "Forget this pretentious talk," interrupted the mother - "Let's go swimming. "But mother dear, isn't it true that everything comes to an end ? Nights end, days end, weeks, months, years. The stream just flows and never goes anywhere." But, my dear, a stream has no beginning and no end. The mother laughed - "When I was a child, I used to think a lot like that. I want to know what's happening in other places." At last, I decided to go and find where the stream ends. I haven't been able to think about anything else. You know, Mother, I've been wondering where the end of the stream is. "Just a minute! Where do you want to go at this hour of the morning?" "No, Mother! I can't go swimming anymore. In fact, the black fish's sickness was really something else!Įarly one morning before the sun had risen, the little fish woke her mother and said Her mother thought her child was sick and would soon be well. She swam slowly behind her mother around the pond and did not play with the other fish. The little fish was an only child, for of the 10,000 eggs which the mother had laid, only she had survived.įor several days the little fish had been deep in thought and had talked very little. Sometimes they joined other fish and rapidly darted in and out of small crevices. From morning till evening, the mother and child swam after each other. The little fish longed to see the moonlight in their home just once. Their home was behind a black, moss-covered rock, under which they both slept at night. Once upon a time a little black fish lived with her mother in a small pond on the side of a mountain. At the bottom of the sea an old fish gathered together 12,000 of her children and grandchildren and began to tell them this story: ![]() The Little Black Fish painting by: Farshid Mesqali ![]()
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