THE LITTLE PINK ROSE

 

Assalamualaikum W.B.T and Good evening to the honourable judges,time keeper,

teachers and my fellow friends. My name is Nur Hayatul Asma.

Today, I am going to tell you my story an titled

“The Little Pink Rose”

Out in the country, close by the roadside, there was a country-house. Before, it is

a little garden with a gorgeous colour of flowers and palings which are painted green.

Once there was a little pink Rosebud, and she lived down in a little dark house

under the ground. One day she was lived alone by herself and thinking about her home.

´“ I did not chose to be here. The wind put me down here when I was just a seed baby”.

I just wait for the sunshine and the rain drops called me up and I will came up” said little

rosebud sadly.

Suddenly, she heard someone knocked the door…..

Tap, tap, tap…."Who is that?" asked the little Rosebud.

"It's the Rain, and I want to come in;" said a soft, sad, little voice.

“No, you can't come in," said the little Rosebud crying.

She heard another little tap, tap, and tap on the window pane.

Tap..tap..tap…"Who is there?" she said.

The same soft little voice answered, "It's the Rain, and I want to come in!

""No, you can't come in," said the little Rosebud again.

The little Rosebud was still waiting the Mother Nature came to her. At last, there came

a little rustling, whispering sound. These all sound was a round the window; rustle,

whisper, whisper.

"Who is there?" said the little Rosebud.

"It's the Sunshine," said a little, soft, cheery voice, "and I want to come in!"

 

"N,n,n, -- No,'' said the little pink rose, "you can't come in." And she sat still again.

soon she heard the sweet little rustling noise at the key-hole.

"Who is there?" she said.

"It's the Sunshine," said the cheery little voice, "and I want to come in, I want to come

in!"

"No, no," said the little pink rose, "you cannot come in."

As she sat so still, she heard again tap, tap, tap, and rustle, whisper,rustle, all up and

down the window pane, and on the door, and at the key-hole.She was very frightened.

"Who is there?" she said.

"It's the Rain and the Sun, the Rain and the Sun," said two little voices, together,"and

we want to come in! We want to come in! Please let us in!"

"Oh Dear!" said the little Rosebud, "if there are two of you, I suppose I shall have to let

you in.

"So she opened the door a little wee crack, and they came in. And one took one of her

little hands, and the other took her other little hand, and they ran with her,right up to the

top of the ground. Then they said,

"Now little Rosebud..poke your head through!" looked at your home…Then the little

Rosebud pokes her head through. She lifted her heart and looked up the sunshine.

“The world is beautiful”, said the little Rosebud again.

It was spring time. The little pink Rosebud was very happy to see her friends bloom

together.

My friend, the moral value of this story is to be happy and appreciate with whatwe

have now.

 THE END AND THANK YOU FOR LISTENING TO MY STORY