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Once upon a time, in a bustling neighborhood, there lived a group of young, adventurous souls. They were known for their incredible energy and a never-ending zest for life. Their escapades were the stuff of legends, and their youthful enthusiasm was truly infectious. Let's dive into the thrilling world of these youngsters, as they took us on a rollercoaster ride through their daily escapades.

The Daring Shopper

Our story begins with a young girl named Shfa. She was never one to stick to a schedule, always seeking excitement and spontaneity. On this particular day, as the sun dipped below the horizon, Shfa found herself late for home.

"Let's stay a bit longer," she suggested to her companions, brimming with a sense of adventure.

But what was this? Shfa was late for the very first time. Her friends, caught in the whirlwind of her enthusiasm, urged her to stop their ride home.

"Stop, stop, driver," Shfa exclaimed. "Let's go to the shop, uncle."

The driver, a wise and cautious figure, hesitated. "It's dangerous to go to the shop alone. We should go home," he warned.

But Shfa wasn't one to back down easily. "Please!" she pleaded. "After the shop, I'll make sure they arrive at their homes. I'm old enough."

The driver, giving in to her youthful determination, sighed. "Yeah, right. Okay, go ahead. Bye, uncle!"

As they arrived at the convenience store, excitement surged through the group. "Let's get our snacks," they declared. "Let's get them quickly!"

The shelves were filled with tempting treats. "I'll have this," Shfa exclaimed.

Her friends, impatient to get back home, urged her to hurry. "Hurry up! We're getting late."

And so, they filled their baskets with strawberry milk, potato chips, and all their favorite goodies. As they queued up to pay, their energy and enthusiasm were contagious. "The break at school is very short," they reasoned. "We're getting our compensation now!"

As they sipped on their strawberry milk, they couldn't help but chuckle at their own antics. "So delicious!" they cheered. "We're bored. How about you go get your scooter? Don't let your mom see you, though."

The suggestion was met with enthusiasm. "A great idea! Go ahead."

Without wasting a moment, Shfa dashed to retrieve her scooter. "Scooter! I got the scooter! I want to have a ride!"

But even in their adventures, they adhered to their sense of order. "Hold on," they reminded each other. "One by one. Ghazal goes first."

As they took turns on the scooter, their joyful cries echoed through the neighborhood. "Ghazal! Ghazal! Shfa! Shfa!"

Concerns and Heartfelt Worries

Despite their youthful exuberance, the passage of time was inevitable. "I'm late for home. I should go back," Shfa suddenly realized. But her friends were reluctant to leave the fun behind. "Let's stay a bit longer," they begged.

Worried about her mother's reaction, Shfa hesitated. "My mom would get so mad!" she fretted.

Her friends, in a bid to keep the adventure alive, tried to console her. "No. She won't. Let's keep playing."

And so, they continued, making memories that would last a lifetime. But the unexpected can often disrupt even the most thrilling of tales.

"Bismillah. What happened to Shfa? Why is she late?" a voice questioned.

"That's the first time she's late," another voice noted.

Their play was interrupted by a call from a concerned parent. "Oh, Allah. Let me call the driver," Shfa's mother said.

"Hello. Peace be upon you," she greeted the driver.

"And upon you," he responded.

The worried mother inquired about her daughter's whereabouts. "Where's Shfa? Why is she late?"

The driver revealed that Shfa and her friends had requested a stop at the shop and intended to return home afterward. The mother's shock was palpable.

"You dropped her at the shop?!" she exclaimed. "Why would you do that?! Oh, Allah... How stupid of you."

With a heavy heart, the driver bade her farewell. "OK, bye."

As her mother sighed in exasperation, she resolved to search for her beloved daughter. "Oh, my dear daughter. I'll go search for her. I hope she's fine."

Meanwhile, the other parents were growing concerned as well. "Where are the girls? They're late," they fretted. "What should I do? I have to know where they are. Let me go search for them."

But the spirited adventurers were oblivious to the worry they were causing. "Let's play," they urged, as they embarked on their next game.

Hide and Seek in the Twilight Hours

As the sun set, the group of friends decided to play a thrilling game of "Hide and Seek." It was the kind of game that only youngsters could truly appreciate.

"First, 'Kilo Bamiah,'" they declared.

"Kilo Bamiah," they chanted, as the game began.

After a round of intense competition, one of them emerged victorious. "I won!" they cheered. "Rock, paper, scissors."

Reem, always ready for a challenge, took charge. "Reem, go and start counting."

As Reem counted, the rest of the gang scattered to find the best hiding spots. But amidst their laughter and play, Shfa's mother couldn't ignore her maternal instincts any longer.

"Let me go look for them," she decided.

In her search, she stumbled upon the girls' backpacks. Panic set in. "Shfa's backpack. Where did they go? Bismillah. Shfa... Shfa... Where are they?"

She sought help from Reem, who seemed to have some insight. "Reem! Where's Shfa?"

With a playful twinkle in her eye, Reem pointed to their hiding spot. "We're playing 'Hide and seek.' Do you know where she is?"

The concerned mother heaved a sigh of relief. "There's Shfa. Shfa... Shfa, my dear daughter. Thank Allah I found you. Praise Allah."

Shfa, always quick to realize the gravity of the situation, hung her head. "Why didn't you come home from school, Shfa? I was hungry, so I went to the shop. Then, I played with the girls."

Her mother's stern expression softened with relief, but she couldn't help but scold her daughter. "Don't you dare to do that again. I was so worried about you."

Shfa's apology was sincere and contrite. "I'm sorry, mom. Please forgive me."

With a mother's concern, she probed for more details. "With whom were you playing?"

Shfa, always one to share her adventures, eagerly replied. "Reem, Ghazal, and Susu. Oh, Allah."

Relieved to have found her daughter, her mother set out in search of the other missing children. "Good thing I found you. Ghazal, Susu, Reem