Once upon a time, a young boy named Döwlet travelled with his family to Mary province in Turkmenistan. It was his first time visiting the famous ancient city of Merv, and he felt excited the whole morning. His father said, “Today you will see a place where great history lives.” His mother smiled and packed fresh çörek and apples for the road. They drove past the golden fields of Bayramaly, where the sun shone brightly on the desert sand. After some time, the old walls of anci

One bright spring morning, a girl named Mahym traveled to Ashgabat with her family. She lived in a small town, so visiting the capital city always felt exciting. As their car entered Ashgabat, Mahym looked out the window and admired the tall white buildings shining under the sun. The streets were clean and wide, and the city felt calm and beautiful. Their first stop was Independence Park. Mahym walked slowly between the trees and monuments, enjoying the soft sound of the foun

One quiet autumn morning, the old city library was filled with soft sunlight. Dusty bookshelves, long wooden tables, and the warm smell of paper made the place feel peaceful. Melek, a university student, visited the library every weekend. She enjoyed studying there because the silence helped her focus, and the atmosphere always felt comforting. As Melek settled into her favorite corner, she noticed a young man at a nearby table. He was tall, gentle-looking, and slightly shy.

Once upon a time, in a quiet Turkmen village surrounded by soft hills and warm golden fields, there lived a young girl named Maya. She loved visiting her grandfather, who lived near a wide and beautiful melon garden. Her grandfather was kind, patient, and strong. He always welcomed Maya with a warm smile, and she enjoyed spending peaceful afternoons with him. One summer morning, Maya’s mother baked fresh bread and placed it into a small basket. She asked Maya to take it to he

One sunny afternoon, Mahym and her younger brother Azat decide to make a fruit salad in the kitchen. Their mother is preparing tea, so she gives them a bowl and tells them they can help. Mahym washes the apples and grapes carefully, while Azat peels a yellow banana. He cuts small pieces and drops them into the bowl. Mahym adds red apples, green grapes, and a few slices of sweet melon. The colors look beautiful together. Azat tastes one grape and smiles. “It’s so sweet!” he sa

At the beginning of spring, the teacher at Archay Primary School announces a special project. Each student will help take care of a small school garden. The children are excited because they will grow real vegetables for the first time. On Monday morning, the class walks outside to a sunny corner of the schoolyard. The teacher shows them a wooden box filled with soft soil. She gives each student a small tool and a packet of seeds. Arzuw plants carrot seeds, while her friend K

Every afternoon, Arzuw loves spending time in the small garden behind her house. Her mother grows many vegetables there, and today she tells Arzuw that they will learn colors together. First, her mother picks a bright red tomato and shows it to her. Arzuw smiles and says, “Red!” Then she finds a long green cucumber hiding under the leaves. She lifts it proudly and says, “Green!” Her mother laughs softly and hands her a yellow ear of corn. Arzuw touches the kernels gently and

Every autumn, Aly loves visiting his grandmother’s small garden. She grows many vegetables there, but his favorite part is the pumpkin corner. One sunny afternoon, Aly notices something huge hiding under the wide green leaves. When he lifts the leaves carefully, he sees a giant orange pumpkin—bigger than any pumpkin he has ever seen. Excited, he calls his grandmother, and together they check if it is ready to harvest. The pumpkin feels heavy and firm, so they decide to pick i

Every weekend, Melek wakes up early and goes to the small kitchen to help her mother prepare breakfast. On the table, there is a bowl full of bright, fresh oranges from their garden. Melek loves oranges because they smell sweet and taste juicy. Today she decides to make orange juice for everyone. She washes the oranges, cuts them carefully, and squeezes them one by one. The juice fills a tall glass, and the kitchen begins to smell like summer. Her mother watches her with a wa

Every summer, Kerim visits his grandfather’s small garden behind the house. The garden is full of green plants, soft soil, and long vines that stretch across the ground. One hot afternoon, Kerim notices something large and round hiding under the leaves. He gently lifts the leaves and smiles brightly—it is a big watermelon, almost ready to pick. Kerim runs to call his grandfather. Together, they check the watermelon by tapping it softly. “It sounds ready,” Grandfather says wit

Every morning, Merjen walks to the back of her house, where a tall and beautiful apple tree grows. The tree is full of green leaves and bright red apples that shine in the sunlight. Today, Merjen brings a small basket because she wants to help her mother prepare snacks for the family. She stands under the tree, looks up, and carefully picks the apples she can reach. Some are small and sweet, others are big and heavy. She places each apple gently into the basket so they do not

Arslan visits his grandfather every weekend. His grandfather has a small garden behind the house. In this garden, he grows tomatoes, cucumbers, peppers, and onions. One morning, Arslan and his grandfather walk to the garden together. The sun is warm, and the plants look fresh. Grandfather says, “These tomatoes are ready. Would you like to pick them?” Arslan smiles and gently picks a red tomato. “It looks beautiful!” he says. They also water the cucumbers and check the peppers

In the evening, after a long day, a young boy starts getting ready for bed. He looks at the clock on the wall. It is nine o’clock, his bedtime. He goes to the bathroom, washes his face, and brushes his teeth. Then he changes into his soft pajamas. The room is quiet, and the lights are warm and gentle. His mother comes in to check on him. She fixes his blanket and smiles softly. “Good night,” she says. The boy climbs into his bed and hugs his small toy. He closes his eyes and

In the afternoon, after school, a young girl comes home and changes her clothes. She looks at the clock on the wall. It is four o’clock, her reading time. She picks up her favorite storybook and sits near the window. Soft sunlight fills the room, and the air feels warm and calm. She opens the book and begins to read slowly. After a few minutes, her little brother joins her. He sits beside her and listens quietly. Sometimes he asks questions, and she explains the story to him

Early in the morning, when the sky is still light blue, a young boy wakes up. He looks at the clock on the wall. It is six o’clock, the perfect time for a small walk. He puts on his shoes and steps outside quietly. The air feels cool and fresh. Birds are singing softly in the trees. He walks along the garden path and smiles at the colorful flowers. A few minutes later, his sister joins him. “Good morning,” she says sleepily. They walk together around the yard, talking about t

In the evening, after dinner, a young student sits at her small desk. The room is quiet, and the sky outside is already dark. She looks at the clock on the wall. It is seven o’clock, her study time. She opens her notebook and begins to write her homework. Some parts are easy, but some questions are difficult. She thinks for a moment and then tries again. Her mother walks into the room and smiles. “Do you need help?” she asks softly. The student shakes her head with a small sm

On weekend mornings, Arslan wakes up at eight o’clock. He stretches his arms and gets out of bed slowly. The house is quiet and calm. He walks to the kitchen, where his parents are preparing breakfast. Arslan eats warm bread with jam and drinks tea with his family. Later, he goes outside to the yard. The weather is nice, and birds are singing. Arslan waters the flowers he planted last month. A little while later, his sister Maya comes outside to play with him. They sit togeth

On weekend mornings, around nine o’clock, Arslan wakes up a little later than usual. He stretches his arms and listens to the quiet house. Today is a free day, so he does not need to hurry. Arslan walks to the kitchen, where his father is reading a newspaper. His mother is preparing a simple weekend breakfast with fresh bread and jam. “Good morning,” Arslan says happily. After eating, Arslan goes outside to the yard. The weather is warm, and a few birds are singing in the tre

In the evening, around eight o’clock, Melek knows it is time to get ready for bed. She finishes her drawing, puts her crayons away, and walks to the bathroom. She brushes her teeth slowly and washes her face with warm water. The house is quiet, and her family is also preparing for the night. Melek goes to her room and changes into her soft pajamas. Her mother comes in to check on her and helps her fold her clothes neatly. “Are you ready to sleep?” her mother asks gently. Mele

In the late afternoon, after school, Azat and his neighbor Melek like to play outside. The sun is lower in the sky, and a cool breeze moves through the trees. Azat brings his small football, and Melek brings her jump rope. They play in the yard between their houses, laughing as they take turns with each game. Sometimes Azat kicks the ball too far, and Melek runs to bring it back. Other times Melek jumps so fast that Azat counts the numbers loudly. Their mothers watch from a d