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Joud was a little girl of four, with short black hair and eyes that shone like two olives. One autumn day her mother said: Joud, you will sleep at Grandma's house tonight, because Dad and I are travelling for one day and will be back tomorrow morning. Joud was very happy, for she loved her grandmother and loved her house, which smelled of bread and mint. Joud carried her little bag and packed her pink pajamas, her small brown teddy bear whom she called Zaghloul, and her green toothbrush.
At Grandma's house Joud played all day long. She watered the pots of basil on the windowsill with Grandma, they baked little star-shaped cookies together, and they fed the white cat that came every day to the kitchen door. Joud laughed a lot and forgot that her mother was far away. But when the sun went down, the sky turned dark blue and the small moon appeared in the window, Joud began to feel something strange in her heart. She grew quiet, sat on the edge of the bed and hugged Zaghloul to her chest.
Grandma came into the room carrying a cup of warm milk and saw Joud's sad face. She sat beside her and asked in a tender voice: What is the matter, my darling? Joud said, her eyes a little teary: I miss my room, Grandma, and my bed, and my mother who reads to me every night. This room is big and I do not know its sounds. Grandma smiled, stroked Joud's hair and said: Missing someone is a beautiful feeling, Joud. It means you love your home and your family. And I have an idea that will make this room your friend.
Grandma went to the old wooden wardrobe and took out a big quilt made of many small squares, each a different color: red, yellow, blue, green, purple and pink. She spread it over the bed, and the bed looked like a colorful garden. Joud said in wonder: How beautiful! Where did this quilt come from, Grandma? Grandma said: I sewed it with my own hands many years ago, and every patch in it has a story. Would you like to hear the stories? Joud nodded quickly and snuggled under the quilt with Zaghloul.
Grandma pointed to a yellow patch with tiny flowers and said: This patch is from your mother's dress when she was your age. She used to wear it and run in the garden after the butterflies, falling down, getting up and laughing. Joud touched the yellow patch with her little finger and imagined her mother as a small girl running among the flowers, and she smiled. Then Grandma pointed to a blue patch with white stripes and said: And this is from your late grandfather's shirt. He wore it when he took us to the sea on Fridays and built sandcastles for your mother.
Joud said: And this red patch? Grandma laughed and said: This is from an old shawl I used to wear in winter. On the day you were born, Joud, I wrapped you in it when you were as tiny as a peach. Joud opened her eyes wide and said: I was wrapped in this shawl? Grandma said: Yes, and you held my finger with your little hand and would not let go. Joud pressed the red patch to her cheek and felt that it was very warm, as if she had known it for a long time.
Then Grandma pointed to a small green patch in the corner and said: And this is the last patch I sewed. Do you know where it comes from? Joud thought for a moment and shrugged. Grandma said: It is from the kitchen apron we wore today while making the star cookies. I cut a small piece from it and sewed it here, so the quilt will remember our lovely day together. Joud cried out happily: So now I have a patch in the quilt! Grandma said: Yes, my darling, you are now part of this quilt's story.
The night grew quiet, and Joud heard a soft sound at the window: tap, tap. She was a little scared and asked: What is that sound? Grandma said: That is the branch of the lemon tree greeting the window. It is saying: Good night, Joud. Then Joud heard another sound far away: meow. She laughed and said: And that is the white cat saying good night too! Grandma said: That is right, all the sounds of this house are your friends. The room was no longer big or strange; it was full of friends and stories.
Joud drank the warm milk and then said: Grandma, can you read to me like Mom does? Grandma said: I will do even better. I will sing you the song I used to sing to your mother. And Grandma began to sing in a soft, calm voice: Sleep, little one, sleep, little moon, the star is guarding you and the clouds stay up for you. Joud closed her eyes and began to breathe slowly, her little hand on the red patch and Zaghloul asleep in her arms.
Before she fell completely asleep, Joud whispered: Grandma, when I grow up I will sew a quilt like this one and put a patch from your apron in it. Grandma kissed her forehead and said: And I will teach you to sew, step by step. Then she switched off the big lamp and left the little lamp on, glowing a warm orange, and said: Good night, Joud. But Joud was already asleep, dreaming of yellow butterflies, a blue sea and star-shaped cookies.
But Joud did not sleep through that first night without waking. In the middle of the night she opened her eyes and saw a long shadow on the wall. She was frightened and sat up in bed. She looked carefully, and the shadow was only the shadow of the wooden chair where Grandma had placed her clothes. Joud remembered what her grandmother had said: Everything in this house is your friend. So she said in a small voice: Hello, chair, good night. Then she pulled the quilt up to her chin and touched the red patch, and the feeling of safety came back to her heart.
Before going back to sleep, Joud counted the colorful patches with her finger, the way she counted stars: one red, two yellow, three blue, four green. Every time she counted a patch she remembered its story: her mother's dress, her grandfather's shirt, the shawl from the day she was born, and the cookie apron. When she reached the number ten, she felt her eyelids grow as heavy as two dates and the bed become as soft as a cloud.
At that moment she heard light footsteps. It was Grandma peeping through the door to check on her. She saw that Joud was awake, so she came over, sat beside her and gently patted her back, whispering: I am here, Joud. Grandma is close to you. Joud said, half asleep: I was counting the patches, Grandma. Grandma smiled and said: Then you know all the quilt's stories by heart now. Grandma stayed beside her until Joud's breathing was calm and steady again, and then she tiptoed out.
In the morning Joud woke to the smell of fresh bread and her mother's voice in the living room. She ran to her and hugged her tightly and said: Mom, Mom, I slept under a quilt with your yellow dress, Grandma's red shawl and the star-cookie apron! Her mother laughed and said: So you have learned the secret of Grandma's quilt. From that day on, Joud loved sleeping at her grandmother's house, because she knew that missing someone feels lighter when we are surrounded by those who love us and when we remember beautiful moments together.
At Grandma's house Joud played all day long. She watered the pots of basil on the windowsill with Grandma, they baked little star-shaped cookies together, and they fed the white cat that came every day to the kitchen door. Joud laughed a lot and forgot that her mother was far away. But when the sun went down, the sky turned dark blue and the small moon appeared in the window, Joud began to feel something strange in her heart. She grew quiet, sat on the edge of the bed and hugged Zaghloul to her chest.
Grandma came into the room carrying a cup of warm milk and saw Joud's sad face. She sat beside her and asked in a tender voice: What is the matter, my darling? Joud said, her eyes a little teary: I miss my room, Grandma, and my bed, and my mother who reads to me every night. This room is big and I do not know its sounds. Grandma smiled, stroked Joud's hair and said: Missing someone is a beautiful feeling, Joud. It means you love your home and your family. And I have an idea that will make this room your friend.
Grandma went to the old wooden wardrobe and took out a big quilt made of many small squares, each a different color: red, yellow, blue, green, purple and pink. She spread it over the bed, and the bed looked like a colorful garden. Joud said in wonder: How beautiful! Where did this quilt come from, Grandma? Grandma said: I sewed it with my own hands many years ago, and every patch in it has a story. Would you like to hear the stories? Joud nodded quickly and snuggled under the quilt with Zaghloul.
Grandma pointed to a yellow patch with tiny flowers and said: This patch is from your mother's dress when she was your age. She used to wear it and run in the garden after the butterflies, falling down, getting up and laughing. Joud touched the yellow patch with her little finger and imagined her mother as a small girl running among the flowers, and she smiled. Then Grandma pointed to a blue patch with white stripes and said: And this is from your late grandfather's shirt. He wore it when he took us to the sea on Fridays and built sandcastles for your mother.
Joud said: And this red patch? Grandma laughed and said: This is from an old shawl I used to wear in winter. On the day you were born, Joud, I wrapped you in it when you were as tiny as a peach. Joud opened her eyes wide and said: I was wrapped in this shawl? Grandma said: Yes, and you held my finger with your little hand and would not let go. Joud pressed the red patch to her cheek and felt that it was very warm, as if she had known it for a long time.
Then Grandma pointed to a small green patch in the corner and said: And this is the last patch I sewed. Do you know where it comes from? Joud thought for a moment and shrugged. Grandma said: It is from the kitchen apron we wore today while making the star cookies. I cut a small piece from it and sewed it here, so the quilt will remember our lovely day together. Joud cried out happily: So now I have a patch in the quilt! Grandma said: Yes, my darling, you are now part of this quilt's story.
The night grew quiet, and Joud heard a soft sound at the window: tap, tap. She was a little scared and asked: What is that sound? Grandma said: That is the branch of the lemon tree greeting the window. It is saying: Good night, Joud. Then Joud heard another sound far away: meow. She laughed and said: And that is the white cat saying good night too! Grandma said: That is right, all the sounds of this house are your friends. The room was no longer big or strange; it was full of friends and stories.
Joud drank the warm milk and then said: Grandma, can you read to me like Mom does? Grandma said: I will do even better. I will sing you the song I used to sing to your mother. And Grandma began to sing in a soft, calm voice: Sleep, little one, sleep, little moon, the star is guarding you and the clouds stay up for you. Joud closed her eyes and began to breathe slowly, her little hand on the red patch and Zaghloul asleep in her arms.
Before she fell completely asleep, Joud whispered: Grandma, when I grow up I will sew a quilt like this one and put a patch from your apron in it. Grandma kissed her forehead and said: And I will teach you to sew, step by step. Then she switched off the big lamp and left the little lamp on, glowing a warm orange, and said: Good night, Joud. But Joud was already asleep, dreaming of yellow butterflies, a blue sea and star-shaped cookies.
But Joud did not sleep through that first night without waking. In the middle of the night she opened her eyes and saw a long shadow on the wall. She was frightened and sat up in bed. She looked carefully, and the shadow was only the shadow of the wooden chair where Grandma had placed her clothes. Joud remembered what her grandmother had said: Everything in this house is your friend. So she said in a small voice: Hello, chair, good night. Then she pulled the quilt up to her chin and touched the red patch, and the feeling of safety came back to her heart.
Before going back to sleep, Joud counted the colorful patches with her finger, the way she counted stars: one red, two yellow, three blue, four green. Every time she counted a patch she remembered its story: her mother's dress, her grandfather's shirt, the shawl from the day she was born, and the cookie apron. When she reached the number ten, she felt her eyelids grow as heavy as two dates and the bed become as soft as a cloud.
At that moment she heard light footsteps. It was Grandma peeping through the door to check on her. She saw that Joud was awake, so she came over, sat beside her and gently patted her back, whispering: I am here, Joud. Grandma is close to you. Joud said, half asleep: I was counting the patches, Grandma. Grandma smiled and said: Then you know all the quilt's stories by heart now. Grandma stayed beside her until Joud's breathing was calm and steady again, and then she tiptoed out.
In the morning Joud woke to the smell of fresh bread and her mother's voice in the living room. She ran to her and hugged her tightly and said: Mom, Mom, I slept under a quilt with your yellow dress, Grandma's red shawl and the star-cookie apron! Her mother laughed and said: So you have learned the secret of Grandma's quilt. From that day on, Joud loved sleeping at her grandmother's house, because she knew that missing someone feels lighter when we are surrounded by those who love us and when we remember beautiful moments together.
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