14th Jan 2026
On a calm morning at the kindergarten, everything seemed normal. The children laughed and played with bright toys. "Look at me!" shouted Noorah as she swung on the swings. The air felt gentle and warm, perfect for fun and games. But suddenly, a soft sound of running water was heard. It flowed… then stopped… then flowed again. The children looked around, puzzled, but they could not see anyone.
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The teacher smiled gently and said, "Children, listen! I think something magical might be happening!" They all turned their heads toward the sound. Just then, from behind the sink, a little water drop appeared. She was shining softly and smiling. "Hello there! I'm Qatoorah!" she chimed. The children gasped, delighted and surprised.
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Noorah walked to the sink, her heart full of curiosity. She turned on the tap to wash her hands. The water started to run… and run… and run a lot. Qatoorah hid for a moment, feeling shy but curious. Slowly, she peeked out. Her shine became weak, and her eyes filled with tears. "Oh no, the water is wasted!" she cried softly.
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The children stopped moving, holding their breath as they listened. Then another voice broke the silence. From behind a flower pot, a small flower slowly lifted her head. Her color looked pale with thirst. The flower said softly, "I am a flower… when water is wasted, I become thirsty… and sad."
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With a thoughtful look, Noorah saw the sad, pale flower. She looked at Qatoorah, then at the tap that was still running water. In her little heart, she felt a strong sense of kindness and responsibility.
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After thinking for a moment, Noorah walked closer to the sink. She reached out her tiny hand and turned off the tap. The sound of water stopped, and silence returned, filling the room with a sense of peace. Qatoorah wiped her tears, and her shine came back sparkling bright.
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"Thank you, Noorah!" Qatoorah exclaimed, her voice full of joy. "When we turn off the tap, we protect water!" The flower lifted her head, her color becoming brighter, and she smiled widely. The children cheered, happy to see the magical moment unfold before their eyes.
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The teacher clapped her hands, saying, "What a wonderful lesson! We must always remember to save water!" The children nodded, feeling proud of their newfound friendship with Qatoorah.
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From that day forward, the kindergarten children always used water wisely. They learned to appreciate every drop, knowing that each one tells a story. Qatoorah even visited them often, a sparkle in her eye and a smile on her face.
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And so, the children and their magical friend Qatoorah taught everyone to be careful and caring with water. With joy in their hearts, they cherished every drop, knowing it was precious and important!
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