كتاب الطالب 2020 2021 تربية أخلاقية منهج إنجليزي صف أول فصل ثالث
The Big Match
"Come on, Mansour!" called his father, "It's time to leave. We'll be late for the big match
It was the day of the cup final... and Mansour's local team was in it! It was the biggest day in the town's history, excitement had been building for weeks and all Mansour's friends were going
Mansour sat up in his bed. He felt ill - he had a really bad stomach ache. Just then, his father appeared in the doorway. "Mansour, are you coming?" he asked. "What's wrong, Mansour? You don't look well," he said with a worried look. "No, Dad ... I don't feel well, I've got a stomach ache", said Mansour
Later, after the doctor had been and Mansour was feeling a little bit better, he sat glumly on the sofa. He wasn't well enough to go out. "At least I can watch it on TV...," he thought. Just then, there was a knock on the door. His father went to open it. "Who could that be?" he wondered, "I thought the whole town would be at the match
He could hardly believe it. It was Omar and Shaima', his two best friends. "What are you doing here?" asked Mansour. "We came to watch the game with our friend," said Shaima' smiling. "Here... we brought you a flag!" said Omar
Two Friends, Different Interests
Mansour and Walid were walking together towards the park. It was a bright, sunny morning and the boys were chatting happily to one another. "This is a brand new football," said Mansour, "My uncle got it for me yesterday. I can't wait to try it out." "It looks really cool," said Walid. "Maybe it will make you an even better player!" he said
Mansour laughed and threw his arm around his friend's shoulder. "What have you got there?" he asked. "It's a new book. I haven't started it yet. I loved the author's last book. You remember I told you about it?" said Walid. "Oh, yes, I remember," said Mansour. "Well, if you like it, it must be good. You certainly know a lot about books - more than anyone else
When they got to the park, Walid went and sat on a bench. He took out his book and began reading. Mansour ran over to the football pitch to join a game with some other boys. "I'll see you later, Walid", shouted Mansour. "Sure thing," replied Walid
A New Boy at School
When Mansour arrived at school one morning, he was met by an unfamiliar face. A boy was standing by the wall in the main corridor. He looked anxious. "Who's that?" wondered Mansour. "Hi," said the boy, “can you tell me if I'm in the right place, please? I'm looking for the library." His voice sounded strange, as if he wasn't used to speaking
"Hi," said Mansour, "follow me and I'll show you." The boy hurriedly collected his belongings and walked quickly to catch up with Mansour. "Thank you," said the boy. "My name is Xiang. I am new. I have just arrived with my family." "Well, hello... sorry I can't say your name," said Mansour smiling, "I'm Mansour. I'm not new. I've been here forever!" Xiang laughed
"So do you know anyone here?" asked Mansour. "No, nobody... well, just you!" answered Xiang. "It's tough being new and not knowing anyone, isn't it?" said Mansour. "Come on, I'll introduce you to everyone
Mansour's New Bicycle
Mansour was thrilled with his new bicycle. It was the bluest blue he had ever seen, with yellow stripes on either side. It had big chunky wheels that made it glide smoothly over even the bumpiest ground
When he got to the end of his street, he saw Khalid. He knew Khalid from school, but they weren't friends. Sometimes Khalid was mean. He didn't like that Mansour got good results in school, while Khaled didn't. "Why are you riding a little kid's bike?" asked Khalid. Before Mansour could answer, Khalid pulled roughly on the handlebars. Mansour fell one way and his bicycle the other. Khalid laughed and walked away. Mansour carefully lifted his bicycle from the ground. The stripes on one side were scratched. He was so sad
The next day at school, Khalid was even meaner. He called Mansour nasty names in front of the other students. "And he rides a baby's tricycle," said Khalid. Some people laughed. Then he took his lunch. "If you tell anyone, I'll really hurt you," he said. Mansour was scared. He felt he was on his own
Football in the Park
It was a warm, sunny Saturday morning - the perfect day for football! Mansour raced out of his house and headed for the park
"Hurry up, Mansour! Everyone else is here. We're about to start," shouted Shihab when Mansour arrived at the park gates. Mansour took up his position in the team. "Let's go!" he shouted
Just then, Mansour noticed Xiang standing on the sideline. Xiang waved to him. "Do you want to play, Xiang?" asked Mansour. "Yes, please... I'd love to," answered Xiang. "Come on then," said Mansour. "Whoa, hold on,” said Shihab sternly, "We don't need anyone else." Shihab turned to Mansour and whispered, “Who's that guy anyway? I don't know him. Where's he from
"That's Xiang. He's a friend. He comes from China. He's a really nice guy, and he's an awesome football player. He really loves football. And guess what? He supports our team, just like us! You even have the same favourite players!" "Oh, OK,” said Shihab, “then I guess he can play
A Visitor from Japan
Karima was so excited when Yoko arrived at her house. Yoko was her newest friend! She had just moved from Tokyo to Dubai
"You're here!," shouted Karima when she opened the door
"Thank you very much for inviting me," said Yoko. "Mmm, what's that lovely smell?"
"That's lunch... it's Machboos," explained Karima, "My mother is making it. Don't you know it
"No," said Yoko, "We don't have it in Japan
“Ah," said Karima's mother, overhearing the conversation, "Machboos is a traditional Arab dish. It's an old recipe that has been passed down from generation to generation. It's a special dish for Emiratis... it's part of who we are
“And what's that?" asked Yoko, pointing with wonder at an old sword hanging above the fireplace in Karima's living room
"It's a really, really old sword," explained Karima. "It belonged to my grandfather, but it's actually hundreds of years old. It was made here. People used to carry swords on their shoulders when travelling across the desert. My father says you're touching Emirati history when you touch it... but nobody's allowed to touch it now