The Gifts of Wali Dad

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Whole class Target work 2x sessions Wednesday 1st/Tuesday 2nd Februray 2012 L.

O: To identify references to cultural differences in a story Targets


Pink/Purple groups: When reading a story set in a different country I can compare the setting of this country Orange/Blue groups: When reading a story set in a different country I can talk about some differences, (e.g. the people, names and places) Green Group: When reading a story set in a different country, I can identify (and comment on) words and phrases that tell me something about the country, people and culture When reading a story set in a different country I can recognize and discuss similarities, differences and cultural issues in the narrative APP Focus: AF7 Introduction: Tell children that over the next two days we will be looking at a story set in a different country, called: The Gifts of Wali dad. Tell children that over the next two days we will be focusing on working on our reading targets. Provide children 5 minutes in groups with adult support to look at their targets and the evidence we have already and to ask questions about what the target is asking us to do. Provide each group with a copy of the key text. Pink/Purple groups: Read the text out loud to the group as they follow. Stop after each paragraph to ask children to summarize what has happened so far. As we are reading the story out loud ask children to highlight any key words they are unfamiliar with. Provide time at the end of each paragraph to explain the meaning of words. After reading the story explain the objective for the session: To find evidence that this story is set in a different country. Revisit the text. Read the first paragraph out loud, slowly! Ask children to put their hands up as soon as they hear any word/ name of person, object, food etc that tells us that this story is not set in England. Children should identify the names of characters, place names, elements of environment (e.g. mud huts) Repeat with other paragraphs asking children to highlight evidence. Q. Looking at the evidence we have highlighted, can anyone suggest where this story might be set? Take suggestions and establish that this story is set in India/pakistan. Look through evidence highlighted to find specific evidence of this, in terms of place names, name of currency. Record evidence in a table in books.

The Gifts of Wali Dad

A Tale of India and Pakistan


In a mud hut far from town lived an old grass-cutter named Wali Dad. Every morning, Wali Dad cut and bundled tall, wild grass. Every afternoon, he sold it as fodder in the marketplace. Each day, he earned thirty paisa. Ten of the small coins went for food. Ten went for clothes and other needs. And ten he saved in a clay pot under his bed. In this manner Wali Dad lived happily for many years. One evening, Wali Dad dragged out the pot to see how much money it held. He was amazed to find that his coins had filled it to the brim. What am I to do with all this money? he said to himself. I need nothing more than I have. Wali Dad thought and thought. At last he had an idea. The next day, Wali Dad loaded the money into a sack and carried it to a jeweler in the marketplace. He exchanged all his coins for a lovely gold bracelet. Then Wali Dad visited the home of a traveling merchant. Tell me, said Wali Dad, in all the world, who is the noblest lady? Without doubt, said the merchant, it is the young queen of Khaistan. I often visit her palace, just three days journey to the east. Do me a kindness, said Wali Dad. The next time you pass that way, give her this little bracelet, with my compliments. The merchant was astonished, but he agreed to do what the ragged grass-cutter asked. Soon after, the merchant found himself at the palace of the queen of Khaistan. He presented the bracelet to her as a gift from Wali Dad. How lovely! she said, admiring the bracelet. Your friend must accept a gift in return. My servants will load a camel with the finest silks. When the merchant arrived back home, he brought the silks to the hut of Wali Dad. Oh, no! said the grass-cutter. This is worse than before! What am I to do with such finery? Perhaps, said the merchant, you could give it to someone else. Wali Dad thought for a moment. Tell me, he said, in all the world, who is the noblest man? That is simple, said the merchant. It is the young king of Nekabad. His palace, too, I often visit, just three days journey to the west. Then do me another kindness, begged Wali Dad. On your next trip there, give him these silks, with my compliments. The merchant was amused, but he agreed. On his next journey, he presented the silks to the king of Nekabad. A splendid gift! said the king, admiring the silks. In return, your friend must have twelve of my finest horses. So the merchant brought the kings horses to Wali Dad. This grows worse and worse! declared the old man. What could I do with twelve horses?

But after a moment Wali Dad said, I know who should have such a gift. I beg you, keep two horses for yourself, and take the rest to the queen of Khaistan! The merchant thought this was very funny, but he consented. On his next visit to the queens palace, he gave her the horses. Now the queen was perplexed. She whispered to her prime minister, Why does this Wali Dad persist in sending gifts? I have never even heard of him! The prime minister said, Why dont you discourage him? Send him a gift so rich, he can never hope to match it. So in return for the ten horses from Wali Dad, the queen sent back twenty mules loaded with silver. When the merchant and mules arrived back at the hut, Wali Dad groaned. What have I done to deserve this? Friend, spare an old man! Keep two mules and their silver for yourself, and take the rest to the king of Nekabad! The merchant was getting uneasy, but he could not refuse such a generous offer. So not long after, he found himself presenting the silver-laden mules to the king of Nekabad. The king, too, was perplexed and asked his prime minister for advice. Perhaps this Wali Dad seeks to prove himself your better, said the prime minister. Why not send him a gift he can never surpass? So the king sent back twenty camels with golden anklets, twenty horses with golden bridles and stirrups, twenty elephants with golden seats mounted on their backs, and twenty liveried servants to care for them all. When the merchant guided the servants and animals to Wali Dads hut, the grass-cutter was beside himself. Will bad fortune never end? Please, do not stop for a minute! Keep for yourself two of each animal, and take the rest to the queen of Khaistan! How can I go to her again? protested the merchant. But Wali Dad pleaded so hard, the merchant consented to go just once more. This time, the queen was stunned by the magnificence of Wali Dads gift. She turned again to her prime minister. Clearly, said the prime minister, the man wishes to marry you. Since his gifts are so fine, perhaps you should meet him! So the queen ordered a great caravan made ready, with countless horses, camels, and elephants. With the trembling merchant as guide, she and her court set out to visit the great Wali Dad. On the third day, the caravan made camp, and the queen sent the merchant ahead to tell Wali Dad of her coming. When Wali Dad heard the merchants news, his head sank to his hands. Oh, no! he moaned. Now I will be paid for all my foolishness. I have brought shame on myself, on you, and on the queen. What are we to do? I fear we can do nothing! said the merchant, and he headed back to the caravan. The next morning, Wali Dad rose before dawn. Good-bye, old hut, he said. I will never see you again. The old grass-cutter started down the road. But he had not gone far when he heard a voice. Where are you going, Wali Dad?

He turned and saw two radiant ladies. He knew at once they were peris from Paradise. Wali Dad sank to his knees and cried, I am a stupid old man. Let me go my way. I cannot face my shame! No shame can come to such as you, said one of the peris. Though your clothes are poor, in your heart you are a king. The peri touched him on the shoulder. To his amazement, he saw his rags turn to fine clothes. A jeweled turban sat on his head. The rusty sickle at his waist was now a gleaming scimitar. Return, Wali Dad, said the other peri. All is as it should be. Wali Dad looked behind him. Where his hut had stood, a splendid palace sparkled in the rising sun. In shock, he turned to the peris, but they had vanished. Wali Dad hurried back along the road. As he entered the palace, the guards gave a salute. Servants bowed to him, then rushed here and there, preparing for the visitors. Wali Dad wandered through countless rooms, gaping at riches beyond his imagining. Suddenly, three servants ran up. A caravan from the east! announced the first. No, said the second, a caravan from the west! No, said the third, caravans from both east and west! The bewildered Wali Dad rushed outside to see two caravans halt before the palace. Coming from the east was a queen in a jeweled litter. Coming from the west was a king on a fine horse. Wali Dad hurried to the queen. My dear Wali Dad, we meet at last, said the queen of Khaistan. But who is that magnificent king? I believe it is the king of Nekabad, Your Majesty, said Wali Dad. Please excuse me for a moment. He rushed over to the king. My dear Wali Dad, I had to meet the giver of such fine gifts, said the king of Nekabad. But who is that splendid queen? The queen of Khaistan, Your Majesty, said Wali Dad with a smile. Please come and meet her. And so the king of Nekabad met the queen of Khaistan, and the two fell instantly in love. A few days later their marriage took place in the palace of Wali Dad. And the celebration went on for many days. At last Wali Dad had said good-bye to all his guests. The very next morning, he rose before dawn, crept quietly from the palace, and started down the road. But he had not gone far when he heard a voice. Where are you going, Wali Dad? He turned and saw the two peris. Again he sank to his knees. Did I not tell you I am a stupid old man? I should be glad for what I have received, but . . . . Say no more, said the other peri. You shall have your hearts desire. And she touched him again. So Wali Dad became once more a grass-cutter, living happily in his hut for the rest of his days. And though he often thought warmly of his friends the king and queen, he was careful never to send them another gift.

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