The Helpful Sisters
In a bright and happy home lived two sisters, Nammo and Naqshoo. Their parents, Mama and Baba, always told them, "Helping others makes our hearts happy." Nammo loved to help. But Naqshoo would say, "I'm busy playing!" and run off with her toys.
One sunny morning, Baba was working in the garden. "Can someone help me water the flowers?" he called. Nammo grabbed a small watering can. "I'll help, Baba!" she said cheerfully.
Naqshoo peeked out the door. "Watering is boring!" she declared, and went back to her coloring book. The flowers looked thirsty, but Naqshoo didn't seem to notice.
Later that day, Mama looked out the window. "Oh look," she said. "Our neighbor, Mr. Khan, is trying to carry all his groceries. That looks heavy for him."
Baba knelt down. "When we see someone who needs help, it's a chance to be kind," he said gently. "Being helpful is like giving someone a little bit of sunshine."
Nammo immediately said, "Let's go help him!" Naqshoo shuffled her feet. She wanted to finish her drawing. But she saw the big, heavy bags and thought about what Baba said. "Okay," she mumbled, "I'll come too."
Outside, they ran to Mr. Khan. "We can help you!" said Nammo. Naqshoo was strong enough to carry a small bag of oranges. She held it carefully with both hands.
Mr. Khan smiled the biggest, warmest smile. "Thank you, my dear helpers!" he said. He gave each of them a juicy orange from the bag he was holding.
Walking home, Naqshoo looked at her orange. Helping Mr. Khan had made her feel warm and happy inside, just like sunshine. It felt even better than finishing her drawing.
The next day, when Mama was folding laundry, a little voice said, "Can I help you fold the small towels, Mama?" It was Naqshoo, with a big smile on her face. And helping felt like the best game in the world.
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