Afghan folk story: silver on the stove

once upon a time, there was a poor farmer who found it difficult to make a better life.

despite his hard work and financial savings, it was impossible to save money after a year.

he worked his whole life like he was born with nothing.

one morning, he kneeled on the floor and prayed to god for help.

“o god”, he said, “i beg you to give me my treasure! in this world of misery, if i want anything, i can only be given to you! put the treasure that has been given to me on my stove!” after prayer, he stood up and went to the fields to do his daily work.

one day he was working, and suddenly his clothes fell on some thorns in the field, torn to pieces.

this cannot happen again.

he will dig up the earth around the roots and pull out the thorns.

who knows how to pull out the thorns, and there is a giant muddock beneath it.

he was so happy, he dug a few more, he opened the lid and found it full of silver.

at first he almost jumped up, but thought for a while, and he said, "god, i asked you to put the treasure on my stove, but i found it in this empty field.

so i can't, because if you had called me rich, you would have put it on my stove, as i asked in my prayers." so he put it back, and returned to his home.

back home, he told his wife about it.

the woman was angry and blamed her husband for being too stupid to leave the treasure in the field.

she waited for her husband to lie down and sleep and ran to a neighbor's house and told him, “my stupid, stupid husband found a silver cork buried in the field, but the fool refused to bring it home.

you go get it, and we'll split it." the neighbor was happy to hear it and went to the place she said to find the treasure.

so there's a muddock out of the cork.

he took it from the ground and opened the lid.

but when he lifted the lid, he saw that there was no silver in it, but a snake.

the man had a thought in his head: “ah! the woman must have been against me! she wanted me to put my hand in the jar, so that the snake bites me and poisons me.” he put a lid on it and returned home with the mud.

at night, he ran to the poor farmer's house, climbed up to the roof and poured a tumbler into the chimney.

at dawn, the poor farmer who first discovered the guillotine rose up to pray.

the morning sun was on the stove, and his eyes were sharp because the stove was full of silver.

he was grateful and thanked god for saying, "god, now i accept these treasures, and i know you gave them to me because you put them on my stove.

as i asked.”