The Golden Tree

The Golden 

Tree 

By Dr.Sami Khiami 

Dedicated to my awaited child 

5/6/2016 

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Once upon a time, in a far village 

called “Mirca” on a mountain near 

the forest of “Trica” there was a 

family; a mother and her three 

boys who are living in a poor hut. 


After the death of their father, all 

what was left for the mother were 

her boys; Tom the oldest, George 

the middle and Sam the youngest. 


Tom, the oldest brother, was very 

lazy. He dislikes doing anything to 

anyone. 

He spends all the day laying down 

or sleeping. 


George the middle boy, is the one 

with muscles he was too proud 

and too selfish. He likes to have 

everything for himself and never 

share anything with anybody. 


Sam the youngest, is thin with an 

ugly flat nose but he is generous 

and has a loving and caring soul. 


One day the mother got sick so she 

had to ask Tom to bring some 

firewood from the forest to warm 

their house during the cold winter 

nights. 


The child went to the forest 

searching for firewood, on his way 

he saw a very big tree with odd 

color like gold. He was surprised 

and taken by its color and size and 

he thought that it will be a good 

tree to bring back home. 


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When he decided to begin 

chopping the tree he heard a weak 

sound coming from the other side 

of the tree, he turned around it 

and saw a very old thin short man 

sitting there and repeating the 

same phrase: 

“Can you please son bring me 

some water from the near 

fountain. I am too weak to go 

there”

The child looked at the old man 

and replied back pretending to be 

tired: “Sorry I have walked for long 

time my house is too far and I am 

very tired to do anything I just 

came to sit and rest here near that 

tree”. The real cause, of course, was 

that the child is too lazy to help 

anybody he is barely searching the 

firewood because he knows that it 

will be a very cold night. 


When the child saw that the old 

man went away he began 

chopping the tree …He tried and 

tried but the tree did not get even 

scratched, he was exhausted and 

soon stopped and decided to end 

his journey and went back home. 


His mother was very sad because 

her son did not bring any firewood 

so she asked her middle child to go 

bring the firewood instead. 

The middle child went directly to 

the wood after telling his mother 

that this task is very easy and that 

he is going to return very soon 

with lot of wood. 


The middle child found himself 

taking the same way ending near 

the same tree and as his older 

brother not being able to ignore it. 

The middle child stood in front of 

the tree and yelled: 

“You are all mine, I am going to 

cut you down and break you to 

small pieces” 



And again a weak voice was heard: 

“Hello son can you spare only two 

small pieces for me I need it to 

kindle the fire during this cold 

night. I am too old to cut a tree” 

The middle child looked at the old 

man and told him in an offensive 

tone: “GO and cut your own tree I 

will not give anyone a single piece 

of my tree” 

The old man looked sadly to the 

boy and left slowly disappearing 

between the woods.


The boy rubbed his hands, 

grabbed his axe and het the tree 

with all his power ….but the tree 

stood like stone and nothing, even 

the hard axe hits were able to 

cause a single furrow in it. 

After about two hours, despair was 

able to take over George mind 

understanding that it will be 

impossible for him even with his 

big muscles and sharp axe to cut 

the tree down.

George went back home dragging 

his failure and sadly told his 

mother that he does not have any 

firewood to throw in the stove also 

tonight. 

The mother shed warm tears 

unlike the cold air which was 

blowing through the old door 

cracks. 


Once again the trembling voice of 

an old man was heard: “Help my 

son, Help Me I am freezing” the 

voice said 

Sam saw the old man and without 

thinking he took off his jacket , put 

it over the old man’s shoulders 

then he said: “Don’t worry Sir, take 

my jacket and I will light a fire to 

warm up” . 



The old man replied: “Thank you 

son, you are a very nice young 

man. 

Please accept a simple gift from 

me as a token of appreciation to 

your generosity. Take this axe it is 

a special axe that can easily cut off 

any tree.” 

Sam thanked the old man and 

started to chop the golden tree …, 

using the old man’s axe cutting 

the tree was like slicing a piece of 

butter.

The external Bark of the strange 

tree turned to be formed of pure 

gold and the core from the finest 

type of wood. 

Sam was very happy because he 

knows that this will bring the joy 

to his mother and to his brothers. 


That night nobody went to bed 

hungry or cold, because Sam was 

dragging a full load of firewood 

and gold. 

Since that night Sam has always 

his magic axe that no tree can 

beat, this was his trophy for his 

kindness modesty Caring and 

sympathy. 


The End ……… 

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