The Mud-Brick Mountain

Imagine a giant staircase made of earth, reaching up to touch the bright blue sky. I stand in a warm, sunny land where two great rivers flow, and I have been here for a very, very long time. People look up at me and feel like they are looking at a mountain built by human hands. Hello. I am a Ziggurat, which is a special name that means 'to build on a raised area.' My job was very important. I was built to be a special connection between the people down on the earth and their gods way up in the sky. I was a bridge so that prayers and songs could travel up, and blessings could come down.

I was built with mud and dreams by clever people called the Sumerians. A long, long time ago, around the 21st century BCE, their king, a man named Ur-Nammu, had a big idea. He wanted to build a magnificent staircase for the moon god, and so my story began. It took so many people working together. They made millions and millions of bricks. They took mud from the riverbanks, mixed it with water and straw to make it strong, and poured it into molds. Some bricks were left out to dry in the hot sun, but the most special ones, the ones for my outside walls, were baked in fiery hot ovens called kilns. This made them super strong, strong enough to stand up to wind and rain. They stacked the bricks to create giant levels, like a huge layer cake. A grand staircase ran right up my middle, inviting people to climb closer and closer to the sky. At the very top, they built a beautiful temple. It was a special house just for the moon god, Nanna, so he would always have a place to visit.

A whisper through time, that’s what I am now. For hundreds of years, I watched over the busy city of Ur. I saw priests in white robes climb my long steps to hold special ceremonies and sing songs to Nanna. I felt the footsteps of kings and queens who came to visit me. But time changes everything. The wind and the rain have washed away some of my bricks, and the beautiful temple at my top is gone now. I am not as shiny and new as I once was. But even as an old ruin, I am a reminder of big dreams and what people can do when they work together. I am a bridge to the past, showing everyone that great ideas can last for thousands of years and inspire us to always keep reaching for the sky.

Reading Comprehension Questions

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Answer: He wanted to build a magnificent staircase to the sky as a special house for the moon god, Nanna.

Answer: They poured the mixture into molds to make bricks, which they dried in the sun or baked in ovens.

Answer: It means it is very quiet, like a soft reminder from a long time ago.

Answer: They baked the bricks in very hot ovens called kilns.