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79-3 - Uns Al-Vajood and the Vazeer's Daughter Al-Vard Fil-Akmaam (3 of 3) :
Uns in Search of Rose-2

So the Vazeer took the treasure and the letter and came to the king Shaamikh, whom he saluted in the name of the king Dirbaas, delivered the letter and the presents. When the King Shaamikh read the name of Uns, he burst into tears and said to the Vazeer - "Oh, Where is Uns? He went from here and now we do not know his whereabouts. You bring him to me and I will give you double the presents you have brought for me. For now you go back to your King and tell him that Uns has been missing for the past one year and we don't know where he has gone." The Vazeer said - "O Lord, My Lord said to me, "If you fail to bring him with you, you will be degraded from the position of Vazeer and will not enter my city." So how can I return to my city without him." So the King asked his Vazeer Ibraaheem to go with him and search for Uns.

They asked about him everywhere, "Did you see such and such man." But all said, "No, We have not." Till they came to the Mountain of the Bereaved Mother. The Vazeer of the King Dirbaas asked Ibraaheem - "Why is this called so?" He answered - "Once, in olden times, A Geneeyaa of the Jinn of China came here. She loved a mortal very much and in fear of her life from her own people searched all over the earth for a place where she might hide him from them, till she found this mountain and finding it cut off from both men and Jinn, and no access to it she brought her lover here to live. She then visited him as she wished till she had borne him a number of children. The sailors and the merchants heard the weeping of the children, as it were the wailing of a woman bereaved of her babies. So they asked one another - "Is there any mother here who is bereaved of her children?" That is why this place is called the Mountain of the Bereaved Mother."

They landed there making for the castle. They knocked the gate and an eunuch opened it. He knew the Vazeer Ibraahem, so he kissed his hand. As they entered the courtyard, Ibraaheem found a Faqeer among the serving men. This Faqeer was Uns, but Ibraaheem did not know him. He asked his people - "When did this man came here?" They said - "He is a merchant who has lost his goods but could save himself." The Vazeer left him there and went in the castle but found no trace of his daughter, so he asked the females working there, but they also showed their ignorance saying, "She did not like this place so she stayed here only for a short time." Hearing this he wept and said - "There is nothing higher than the Destiny, decreed by Allaah, nor is there any escape from that which He has predestined."

Then he went to the roof and found the cloth rope hanging down to the ground. Thus he knew that she had descended from there and had fled forth. As he turned from there he saw two birds there - a gor-crow and and an owl, he considered them as an ill omen, so he wept more. He came down from the roof and asked his people to search for the mistress. They searched for her but did not find her.

When Uns was sure that Rose has gone, he cried and fell fainted. People there thought that he had died as he did not come to himself for a long time. When the Vazeer could not find Uns, and even the Vazeer Ibraaheem was distracted to find his lost daughter, he returned to his country. While bidding the farewell to Ibraaheem the Vazeer said - "I have a mind to take this Faqeer with me, it may be possible that the King's daughter might get blessed by this Faqeer. After that I will send him to Isfaahaan which is near our country." Ibraaheem answered - "As you wish."

So both Vazeers went to their own countries, King Dirbaas' Vazeer went with Uns who was still fainted. People loaded him on a mule and carried him for three days. When he came to his senses, he asked - "Where am I?" They said - "You are with the Minister of the King Dirbaas." Then they came to the capital of the King Dirbaas. When the King was informed about the coming of his Vazeer, he wrote to him - "If Uns is not with you, do not come to me ever." When the Vazeer read the letter, he became sad because he did not know that Rose was with him, nor he knew why was he sent to search for Uns, nor he knew the King's reason for desiring the alliance. While Uns also did not know where were they taking him, or this Vazeer was sent to look for him, nor the Vazeer knew that this Faqeer was Uns himself.

When the Minister saw Uns was all right, he said to him - "I was sent by the King on an errand, I could not complete it so he has asked me not to enter his kingdom." Uns asked - "And what is that errand?" So the Vazeer told him the whole story. At this Uns said to him - "Do not fear, and go boldly to your King taking me there. I will be the surety for you for the coming of Uns." At this the Vazeer got very happy and asked him - "Is this true what you are saying?" "Yes." So the Vazeer took him to the King.

The king asked him - "Where is Uns?" The young man said - "I know where is he." "He is very near to you, but tell me first, what you will do of him, then I will bring him to you." The King said - "This is private." Everybody left the court and he told him the whole story. The youth said - "Robe me in rich clothes and I will immediately bring Uns to you." They brought him a very rich dress and as he put it on, he said - "I am Uns." And told him his whole story in verses. 

The King exclaimed - "By Allaah, You are indeed a pair of lovers." Then he told him the story of Rose. Uns asked - "Where is she?" "She is with me." He called her and a Kaazee and performed their marriage. He sent this news to the King Shaamikh also. Shaamikh wrote him back - "Since marriage has been performed in your court, its consummation should be at my place." Then both, Uns and Rose, went to their own country and the King celebrated their marriage with great pomp and show."

End of Story No 79

 

 

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