Cuento en ingls: Ahmeds dream

Ahmed lived in a sunny city next to the sea. He was the youngest of four
siblings, and the biggest troublemaker. He loved to hide and suddenly scare his
mother when she least expected it. He also loved chasing pigeons and climbing
trees. He loved to go on walks with Mohammed, his oldest brother, who was
twelve years old and knew everything.
Some afternoons they walked to the seaport and they sat watching the boats
come and go. They imagined themselves aboard one of those huge ships,
crossing the Mediterranean Sea, docking in other cities and other countries.
Mohammed wanted to be a sailor, and Ahmed pictured him as a captain of a
large boat, dressed in a blue suit full of medals and ordering
everyone around. Ahmed also wanted to be a captain, but of his soccer team,
because he was the best of all the children who played in the narrow alley
where they lived.
Ahmed didnt really like going to school. So when his mom made him stay home
and not go outside, Ahmed was happy. But he soon he became bored with
being stuck at home day after day, listening to the noise of the sirens and the
yelling of the people. It was horrible.
Only his mom left the house occasionally, always to buy food for the family.
When she arrived home, pale, exhausted, and sad, Ahmed asked her if the
constant noise that came from the sky had anything to do with it.
Theyre bombs Mohammed told him solemnly.
If theyre bombs, it must be a war, thought Ahmed.
Ahmed felt scared.
Were leaving, Mom announced one night.
Everyone silently gathered the few belongings that they wanted to bring with
them, and left so early that the sun hadnt even come up. The sun was just
rising as they reached the seaport.
Were going on a boat! exclaimed Ahmed.
The whole seaport was full of families who, like them, wanted to go aboard the
ship. Mohammed took his little brother by the hand, and together they managed
to board the ship with their family. Shortly afterward, the ship launched.
Where are we going? Ahmed asked.
To a place where bombs dont fall from the sky, explained his brother.

Ahmed
breathed
deeply,
relieved.
And wherever it is were going, can we play soccer in the street there? Ahmed
asked.
Of course!
Ahmed rested his head on his brothers shoulder and smiled happily. Before the
city disappeared into the horizon, Ahmed began to dream about the new place
where there were no sirens or people yelling. And where, of course, the children
could play soccer in the street without worrying about anything.

Historia en Ingls: el sueo de Ahmed

Ahmed viva en una ciudad soleada junto al mar. Yo era el menor de
cuatro hermanos, y el mayor elemento perturbador. Me encant que
ocultar y asustar repente su madre cuando menos se lo esperaba.
Tambin me gustaba trepar a los rboles y persiguiendo a las
palomas. A l le gustaba ir a caminar con Mohammed, su hermano
mayor, que tena doce aos y lo saba todo.
Algunas tardes caminaban hacia el puerto y se sentaron viendo los
barcos ir y venir. Ellos se imaginaron uno de esos enormes bordo de
los buques, cruzando el Mar Mediterrneo, atraque en otras ciudades
y en otros clubes de campo.
Mohammed quera ser marino, y Ahmed lo imagin como un capitn
de un barco grande, vestido con un traje azul lleno de medallas y
pedidos
todos a su alrededor. Tambin Ahmed quera ser un capitn, sino de
su equipo de ftbol, porque yo era el mejor de todos los nios que
jugaban en el estrecho callejn donde vivan.
Ahmed no le gustaba ir a la escuela. Por lo que su madre le hizo Al
quedarse en casa y no salir a la calle, Ahmed era feliz. Pero pronto me
aburr de estar atrapado en el da a da en casa, escuchando el ruido
de las sirenas y los gritos de la gente. Fue horrible.
Slo Su madre sali de la casa de vez en cuando, siempre para
comprar alimentos para la familia. Cuando lleg a casa, plido,
agotado, y triste, Ahmed le pregunt si el ruido constante vinieron del
cielo que tuviera algo que ver con ello.
"Son bombas" Mohammed Le dijo solemnemente.
"Si son bombas, que debe ser una guerra", pens Ahmed.
Ahmed sinti miedo.
"Nos vamos," Mama Anunci una noche.
Todos se reunieron en silencio las pocas pertenencias que queran
llevarlos con, y se fue tan pronto el sol se haba Eso ni siquiera subir.
El sol acababa de salir cuando llegaron al puerto.
"Vamos en un barco!" -exclam Ahmed.
Todo el puerto estaba lleno de familias que, como ellos, queran ir a
bordo de la nave. Mohammed tom su hermano pequeo de la mano,
y juntos lograron abordar el Envan con su familia. Poco despus, la
nave lanzada.

"A dnde vamos?" pregunt Ahmed.

"A un lugar donde las bombas no caen del cielo", explic su hermano.
Ahmed respir hondo, aliviado.
"Y donde quiera que sea que vamos, podemos jugar al ftbol en la
calle hay?" pregunt Ahmed.
"Por supuesto!"
Ahmed descansado su cabeza en el hombro de su hermano y sonri
feliz. Antes de la ciudad desapareci en el horizonte, Ahmed comenz
a soar con el nuevo lugar donde se haba ni sirenas o gente gritando.
Y donde, por supuesto, los nios jugando podran ftbol en la calle sin
preocuparse de nada.