Zahra's adventure in the heart of the mountains for a mountain fruit

It is morning, the rays of the Islamic sun are penetrating the planks of the wooden hut, and now, with love for the children, he is tying his long backpack tightly, looking at the innocent faces of the children. After crossing the dangers of the high mountain cliff, he is descending to the fruit that is high in the mountain. The fruits shine like pearls, and the children are waiting with hope in the wooden hut for their mother to return from the mountain.