Supplemental Nights to the Book of the Thousand and One Nights — Volume 3 (of 6) Part 2 — John Shaqi
Supplemental Nights to the Book of the Thousand and One Nights — Volume 3 (of 6) Part 2
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Supplemental Nights to the Book of the Thousand and One Nights — Volume 3 (of 6) Part 2
Fairy tales; Tales -- Arab countries
O lord of beneficence and benevolence, my parents were possessed of
wealth and riches sufficient to provide their son when they died with
ample means for a life-long livelihood so that he might pass his days
like a Grandee of the land in ease and joyance and delight. I—their only
child—had nor care nor trouble about any matter until one day of the
days, when in the prime of manhood, I was a-minded to take unto me a
wife, a woman winsome and comely to look upon, that we might live
together in mutual love and double blessedness. But Allah Almighty
willed not that a model helpmate become mine; nay, Destiny wedded me to
grief and the direst misery. I married a maid who in outward form and
features was a model of beauty and loveliness without, however, one
single gracious gift of mind or soul; and on the very second day after
the wedding her evil nature began to manifest itself. Thou art well
aware, O Prince of True Believers, that by Moslem custom none may look
upon the face of his betrothed before the marriage-contract, nor after
wedlock can he complain should his bride prove a shrew or a fright: he
must needs dwell with her in such content as he may and be thankful for
his fate, be it fair or unfair. When I saw first the face of my bride
and learnt that it was passing comely, I joyed with exceeding joy and
gave thanks to Almighty Allah that He had bestowed on me so charming a
mate. That night I slept with her in joy and love-delight; but next day
when the noon-meal was spread for me and her I found her not at table
and sent to summon her; and after some delay, she came and sat her down.
I dissembled my annoyance and forbore for this late-coming to find fault
with her; which I soon had ample reason to do. It so happened that
amongst the many dishes which were served up to us was a fine pilaff,[8]
of which I, according to the custom in our city, began to eat with a
spoon; but she, in lieu of it pulled out an ear-pick from her pocket and
therewith, fell to picking up the rice and ate it grain by grain. Seeing
this strange conduct I was sore amazed and fuming inwardly said in sweet
tones, “O my Aminah,[9] what be this way of eating? hast thou learnt it
of thy people or art thou counting grains of rice purposing to make a
hearty meal hereafter? Thou hast eaten but ten or twenty during all this
time. Or haply thou art practising thrift? if so I would have thee know
that Allah Almighty hath given me abundant store and fear not on that
account; but do thou, O my dearling, as all do and eat as thou seest thy
husband eat.” I fondly thought that she would assuredly vouchsafe some
words of thanks, but never a syllable spake she and ceased not picking
up grain after grain: nay more, in order to provoke me to greater
displeasure, she paused for a long time between each. Now when the next
course of cakes came on she idly brake some bread and tossed a crumb or
two into her mouth; in fact she ate less than would satisfy the stomach
of a sparrow.
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