Shorten this in you own words pls its for my sister thanks "Nansa: Child of Mali"

The griots of Mali have told us great tales of battles won. The great Lion King Sundiata has come to make us free, build great cities, and bring peace to our land. My family and I have gone on a pilgrimage to Niana, on the River Niger, for it is here that the Lion King chose to build his city. We have been told that he built vast buildings that reach to the sun. In these, people are now to live and work, study and pray.

They say that the wealth of a king speaks to how powerful he is. If this is so, then the tales the griots tell of King Sundiata must indeed be true, for his cities are wide and tall. My family and I passed many men building structures out of bricks made from rice husks, earth, and water. They climb the walls and plaster the cracks so that the buildings will be strong and last forever. Some are four stories high! When my brother and I stopped to stare, it felt as if our necks would break to view the top. On top of the tallest spires, the men have carved ostrich eggs that will bring good fortune and fertility.
The beautiful Great Mosque of Djenné.Moving through Niana, my mother breathes in sharply and points. On the horizon, men are building mosques for prayer to Allah. Thousands of soldiers ride by on their horses; their armor and weapons of steel sparkle and send sharp diamond light to meet my family's wondering eyes. The riverside is filled with silent traders swapping salt for gold; their eyes and backs speak the words that their mouths do not.

My sister and I hold hands as we pass the mosque, for it is a holy place, and I say a silent prayer, thanking Allah for these gifts he has brought and allowed us to build for him here on Earth. Our king built this city with the love of Allah in his heart. These buildings are our strength and our hope for the future. As my family leaves the city, I glance back to see the sun setting behind the great buildings and the tools that built them. I am grateful.