درع نور الرائع
الأعمار 6–8
عندما يقابل الضحكُ جواربها غير المتطابقة وسترتها القديمة الجريئة، تكتشف نور أن أشجع درع على الإطلاق هو أن تكون على طبيعتها.

Every morning, نور picked the loudest socks she owned. Today: one striped like a candy cane, one dotted like a ladybug. Over her pajamas went the giant orange-and-brown sweater that used to be Grandpa's. She pinned on her tin lightning-bolt button. "Perfect," نور whispered, grinning at the mirror.
At the bus stop, نور twirled once, showing off her sweater like a cape. "Ready for today?" She asked the button on her chest, tapping it twice for luck. The bus rumbled up, yellow and huge, doors hissing open like a friendly dragon's mouth.
In the crowded hallway, someone snickered. "Nice socks," a boy said, not meaning it kindly. A cluster of kids by the lockers giggled behind their hands. نور's cheeks went warm, but her chin stayed lifted, high as the hallway lights.


