My name is Hurma. I am a date.
For hours, I waited in the cold. It felt like months. Finally, someone took me out and put me on the table. Next to me, there was a piece of chicken. I thought we could be friends.
Suddenly, someone picked me up. I was excited! But then I fell down and rolled under a chair. I felt sad. Nobody could see me. I was still waiting.
Later, someone found me and put me back on the table. A man broke his fast with me. I was happy because I became part of this special moment.
But my story did not end there. My seed was planted in the soil. Now I am growing. I am not just one anymore — I am three! One day, I will grow into a palm tree and give more dates to families during Ramadan.
I am the Moon. I watch everything from the sky.
During Ramadan, families look at me when they break their fast. I see them having picnics and sharing food together. When they smile and pray, I feel happy.
Sometimes I see children pointing at me and saying, “Look! The moon!” That makes me proud.
I am Hilal, the crescent moon. I shine brightly in the sky. People look at me when Ramadan begins, and I love being part of their special moments.
By Ahmet Emre Şenel
6th Great Trackers Class