The story of the fisherman, the devil and the four coloured fish

a long time ago, a fisherman and a demon had a fisherman who lived on fish every day.

in addition to his wife, the family of the old fisherman has three children who depend on him for their support, making the family poor and difficult to live.

although he earns his living by fishing, he has a strange habit of hitting only four nets a day, and never would.

one day, at noon, the old fisherman came to the beach and he dropped his fish cage, rolled up his sleeves and set it up in the water, then spread the net over the sea and waited for a while before he began to collect it.

the net is heavy, no matter how hard he can pull it up.

he had to go back to the shore, put a stake on the shore, tied the rope to it, then took off his clothes, dived into the sea floor, tried hard, and finally managed to collect the nets.

he then returned to the shore with joy, dressed and carefully measured in the net.

there's only one dead donkey in the net, and the net breaks the dead donkey.

when he saw it, he lamented and lamented: “there is no way but to seek the salvation of allah, the almighty.

it's a strange thing to put this thing online." so he said, "night! people who run on death lines, don't overwork yourself.

don't you ever see, under the sea and the air of the stars, fisherman standing on the beach, staring at the net head -- the waves flushing him? at night, he was watching the net and the fish.

early in the morning, those who were not affected by the cold enjoyed fish.

god, you give this man enjoyment, you make him cry, you make him work hard, and you let him enjoy..." for the blessing of to allah, i may be rewarded." the fisherman sorted up something, wringed the net and brought it to the water, saying, “in the name of allah,” while spilling it into the sea.

it took a while for the net to get to the bottom of the sea.

the net is heavier, as if it's already caught big fish.

he tied up the rope, took off his clothes, dived into the sea floor, and tried to get the net ashore.

but it's just a muddy jar.

he was in great pain, despair and sorrow, and he said, "the fate of rage! why don't you just stop and be gentle? i was busy, but the source of food and clothing was cut off.

a lot of rude, foolish people, a lot of people, a lot of people, a lot of people, a lot of people.

the fisherman did not give up, threw the tatter, washed the nets, wreshed the water, prayed to heaven, and then went down again into the water, spilled the net and stretched the rope.

when the net fell into the water, he began to collect it, but it was all broken bones, broken glass and all kinds of shells.

this makes the old fish so angry.

he couldn't help but cry and cry, and he said, "that's your food and clothing, not your constraints, not your survival.

remember, you won't get your clothes, and calligraphy won't feed you.

food and clothing are destined for fate, and there is no room to drill.

a birdscrambling, flying from east to west; the other one sleeping in a nest, enjoying a life full of clothes." he looked up at the sky and said, "arah! i only hit four nets a day, you know.

i've had three strikes today, but i still don't have one.

allah! please give me my clothes and food.

this is my last line." he spoke of the name of allah, the almighty, and cast the net into the sea, so that it would fall under the water for a while before it could be pulled out, as if it were connected to the sea floor.

he lamented: "there is no other way but to seek allah's help." so he said, "yo, this world! and in the long run, we'll be bitter in disaster, and in times like this, even though you spend the morning in peace, you'll drink bitter wine at night." the fisherman took off his clothes, dived into the water, tried hard, and finally pulled the net out of the sea floor.

open it.

it's a bold brass bottle.

the bottle is sealed in tin, which bears the seal of suriman ben darwood 1.

looking at the gall bottle, the fisherman smiled and said, "this bottle is on the market, and it'll sell ten gold coins." he shakes his gall bottle, which is heavy and seems to be filled with stuff.

he said to himself, "what is in this bottle?" i swear in allah's name, i'll open it up and sell it to the market.” he drew a knife from his birth, slowly stripped the bottle of tin, and then poured it over, shaking it with a bottleneck in order to pour it out.

but there's nothing.

the fisherman feels very strange.

and wait a moment, when a smoulder of smoke appeared in the bottle, and it rose into the air, and it was scattered over the earth, and it shrunk into a smoulder, and it finally condensed into a devil.

he spreads his head like a mountain, standing in front of a fisherman: a fort's head, a fork's arm, a mast's legs, a cave's mouth, a stone's teeth, a horn's nostrils, eyes like a lantern, a strange and ugly face.

the fisherman is shaking all over the face of the devil, with his teeth on his teeth, his dry tongue, his murmur, and he doesn't know what to do.

a moment later, he heard the devil say, “and allah is the only god, and suriman is one of his followers.

allah's messenger! i will never disobey you again.

forgive me." "you traitor! you said suriman was allah's believer." “suriman has died for 1,800 years and is now the last century after suriman.

how could a strange devil get in a bottle? tell me, "and allah is the only lord! fisherman, let me give you a good news." i'll kill you right now." "i took you from the sea to the land, released you from the bottle, saved your life.

why did you kill me? did i save you from any sin?" "tell me, what would you prefer to die? i hope i will execute you in what way?" "what have i donesin, do you treat me like this?" "the fisherman, if you listen to my story, you'll understand." "come on, tell me, did my soul sink under my feet?" “a fisherman, know that i was an evil and iniquitous angel, who was opposed to the great suriman ben dawood, and who was in defiance of his religion, and who was angry with him.

he sent him to take me away.

when the great suriman advised me to convert to his religion, i refused, so he commanded me to bring this vial, to lock me up, to seal my mouth with tin, to stamp it, and then to order the gods to throw me into the sea and not to come forth.

and we dwelt in the sea.

in the first century, i thought in private: `whoever saves me in this hundred years, i will repay him and use my power to make him rich for life.

'but a hundred years later, no one came to save me; for the second century, i said, 'whoever saves me in this century, i will use my power to exploit the treasures of the underground.

but there is still no one to save me; in the third century i thought, "whoever saves me in this century, i will repay him and meet his three wishes.

'so, after 400 years, no one came to save me.

i was very angry at this time, and i vowed: "whoever comes to save me at this time, i will kill him, but i can let him choose the way he died.

'and that's when you saved me, so i'm going to kill you, but i'm going to let you choose the way to die."' forgive me.

if you don't kill me, god almighty allah will forgive you.

he'll help you defeat your enemy." "i must kill you! tell me, how would you like to die?" "i saved your life, can't you please forgive me for watching this?" "it's because you saved me that i'm going to kill you." "my lord, i treat you well, and this is how you repay me? the ancients were right: we did good things to them, and they paid for it.

swear on my life, it's a whore's act.

"do good to those who should not do good, the end will be as sad as protecting the wolf." the fisherman was desperate and thought, "he was nothing but a devil and i was a human being.

allah the almighty gave me the wisdom of man, and i should plot against him, and i shall overwhelm his evil spirit with plan and reason.” so he said to the devil, "do you really have to kill me?" “i beg you in the name of god almighty allah, let me ask you something, and you must be honest.” as soon as the devil heard allah's name, he was in a state of shock and shaking, he said, "okay, ask, say something simple." "it's strange that you were living in this bottle.

this gall bottle, which, as a matter of fact, does not hold even one of your hands, much less one of your legs, how does it hold such a large body?" "you don't believe i was in this bottle?" "i don't have oneSee, absolutely unbelievable." And then the devil had to remember, and he had to shake his body into smoke, and he had to shrunk into a bottle.

When the fisherman waits for all the smoke to enter the bottle, he picks up the seal of tin seals, seals the bottle, and says, "Tell me, devil, how do you wish to die? Now I am determined to throw you into the sea and to build a house, to stay here and never to let people fish on this surface.

I want to tell people that there is a devil here, and whoever pulls him out of the sea must choose the way he dies and be killed.” The devil's body was trapped in a bottle, and it was blocked by the Suriman seal, and it was impossible to return to the outside world, knowing that he had been deceived by a fisherman, who said, "I was joking with you." "A filthy devil! It's ridiculous that you're lying." The fisherman took the bottle to shore and was ready to throw it into the sea.

"No, I'm afraid to lie." The devil tried to be modest and to speak nicely, and then he asked, "What are you going to do with me, fisherman?" "I'll throw you in the sea.

If you've lived in the sea for 1,800 years, you'll live to the end of the world.

I said to you, "If you do not kill me, Allah will forgive you and help you overcome your enemies, and you will not listen to my advice, but you will avenge your evil deeds." And now that Allah has you in my hands, I will never speak of mercy." "Give me a break and let me pay you back." "O hell! You try to cheat me.

And if you did not harm me, Allah the Almighty would have forgiven you.

But you're trying to hurt me.

Of course I'm going to put you in a gall bottle and throw you in the sea and suffocate you." "You can't do this in Allah's name! I have done something against my conscience, but you are a good human being and you should forgive me.

The ancients were right in saying, “The evil-doer will recompense his evil deeds, and his evil deeds will cause him to suffer.” “Don't say anything, I'm going to throw you into the sea and keep you from the day.

When I asked you so hard, you had to kill me.

I saved you and you saved your life, and you had to kill me, so you were bad.

I will not just throw you into the sea, but I will tell people about your bad deeds and keep people vigilant before I make the same mistakes once I have taken you.

I will call you immortal, to sink into the sea floor and suffer all kinds of pain until the end of the world.” "The fisherman, let me out.

This is your chance to be kind.

I bet you that I will never harm you in the future, and I will give you something that will enrich you.” The fisherman was finally told by the devil and accepted the devil's demands, and they agreed that the fisherman would free the devil, that the devil would not harm the fisherman and that he would be rewarded with his ability.

The devil swore in Allah's name and the fisherman finally believed him.

The fisherman opened the bottle, and the smoke came out of the bottle, drifting up into the air, gathering up and becoming the devil.

As soon as the devil gets out of the bottle, he'll have a footkick the gall bottle into the sea.

the fisherman was surprised when the devil kicked the gall bottle into the sea, thinking he had to suffer, and lamented, "it's not a good sign!" then he came up with the courage to say, “sorceress, allah has said, “you shall keep your promise, because it will be examined.

'you promised me before, swearing not to deceive me, and if you did not break the law, allah will not punish you.' because allah, despite its tolerance, never neglects.” the devil laughs.

smile, he pulls his feet and goes, "come with me, fisherman." the fisherman and the four-coloured fisherman were following the devil in a tremor and shivers, and he didn't believe he could get away with it.

they went straight ahead, passing through a suburbs, over a hill, to a wide valley with a clear lake at its bottom.

the devil went into the lake and said to the fisherman, "come with me." so the fisherman followed the devil down the lake.

the devil stood down and commanded him to fish.

the fisherman looked down and saw white, red, blue, yellow and four-coloured fish swimming at the bottom of the lake.

so the net was removed, it was scattered in the lake, and a net was laid down, and four tails of fish were struck, one end for each colour.

the fishermen are very happy to see the fish in the net.

the devil said to him: "the fisherman, when you go back, bring the fish to the palace and give it to the king, who will enrich you." in the name of allah, this is the only way i can repay you.

forgive me.

and we have waited in the sea for 1800 years to see it, and it is due to you.

from now on, you'll have only one net of fish in the lake for the king.

now, allah will bless you." the devil said, "one foot, the ground cracks and it's gone." the fisherman returned to the city with a four-tailed fish, wondering how he was dealing with the devil.

he returned to his home, where he took a pick-up, filled with water, and put the fish into the fish.

fish get water, get active, swim around in the middle.

he sent fish to the palace with his head on top of his head, as the devil commanded.

the king was surprised to see the four colours of fish that he had made, but for the first time in his life.

he said to the chief: "give these fishes to the cook, and she'll fry them." it turns out there was a cook-friendly slave from the greek king three days ago who had no knowledge of her skills.

he made the lady cook fry the fish in order to test her craft.

he took the fish to the kitchen and gave it to the cook, saying, “today a four-tailed fish is sent to the king, and the lord wants you to show your skill, cook it carefully and enjoy it.” when the chief minister is finished, he returns to the king.

the king ordered him to reward the fisherman with 40 gold coins, and he gave it to him as ordered.

the fisherman gets the money, he's happy, he runs home, he's happy, he sits down, he stands up, he thinks he's dreaming.

he bought essentials for life with a reward.

that night, the fisherman family had a happy night.

the female cook in the palace did as the king commanded, and washed the fish, and made a frying pot, and then put it into the pot.

she's doneget the fish on the second side.

at that point, the wall on the side of the kitchen opened a mouth open and came out with a very beautiful, beautiful, beautiful girl, wearing a blue scarf, wearing beautiful earrings, bracelets on her arms, a rare diamond ring and a cane in her hand.

the woman put a stick in the frying pan and said, "o fish! remember the old testament?" the lady chef fainted from this situation.

the girl repeated her questions over and over again.

and then, all of a sudden, the fish in the frying pan look up and say, "yes, yes." and then he said, "if you turn your back, we turn our backs; if you do your part, we do your part; if you give up your oath, we'll be there." the fish shouted, and the woman lifted the frying pan with a cane, then sewd it back to her place of origin, and then the kitchen wall came together and restored it.

the female cook woke up and opened her eyes, and all four tails of fish were burned, as dead as charcoal.

she was astonished and lamented: "the first time she went out, the gun was broken." she was in a hurry and she passed out again.

at this point, the chancellor came to the kitchen to see the female cook unconscious and kicked her.

she woke up crying and told the chief in detail.

he heard, surprised, and said, "this is a strange thing." so he immediately called in the fisherman and said, "the fisherman! bring me four more tails of the fish you last brought." the fishermen came to the lake, fell off the net and struck the same four-tailed fish, in fear of being sent to the palace.

once again, the chancellor sent the fish to the kitchen, still giving it to the cook, saying, "fried in front of me, let me see for myself this weird thing." the lady cook washes the fish, makes a frying pan, puts the fish in the pan.

this time, the fish had just begun to fry, the wall had been broken and the woman had appeared before them again, and her clothes and scepter in her hand were identical to the first.

she put a stick in the pot and she said, "o fish! remember the old testament?" with the voice of the woman, the fish in the pot rise up and say, "if you turn your back, we turn our backs; if you do your part; if you do your part; if you give up your oath, we'll do it." the woman heard, threw a cane with a cane and returned to her place of origin, and the walls were immediately closed and restored.

the chief minister was surprised to say, “this is something that cannot be concealed and must be reported to the king”.

so he went to the king immediately and reported this strange thing to him.

the king listened and said, "i have to see it for myself." he then sent someone to call the fisherman, give him three days to send that strange four-coloured fish into the palace.

the fisherman went to the lake in full fear and struck four tails of fish and delivered them to the palace in time.

the king commanded the fisherman to receive 400 gold coins before he said to the king: "come, fry the fish before me." "yes, sir." he replied, "bring the frying pan, wash the fish, put it in the pot." when he put the frying pan on the firewhen it first started to fry, the walls broke.

this time, a handsome man came out of it, like a bull, and like a survivor of the dominus 2, holding a green scepter in his hand, and said, "o fish! fish! remember the old testament?" the sound just fell, the fish in the pot looked up, and said, "yes, yes, we did." then he said, "if you turn your back, we turn our backs; if you do your part, we do your part; if you give up your oath, we'll be there." the slaves went over, raised the branches, raised the frying pan, and then hid from the walls.

the king took a careful look at the fish, which he was shocked to see burned as charcoal, and said, “no one can remain silent about this, and the fish must have a strange encounter.” so he ordered the fisherman to enter the palace and asked, "where the hell did you get this strange fish?" "from a lake in the valley outside the city." "how far is it from here?" the king was surprised to hear the fisherman.

he was anxious to find out what was going on, so he sent the order and went to the stage immediately.

so the king's man, maho, drove out of the city with a clear flag.

the fisherman is leading the way.

they passed the suburbs, climbed the mountains and came to a vast valley.

everyone was surprised to see the bottom of the lake, surrounded by mountains with red, white, yellow, blue and four-coloured fish, because they had never seen such a sight and no one had ever seen the lake.

the king asked the older people, they said, "we've never seen this lake in our lives." the king said, “in the name of allah, i shall find out the history of the lake and the fish before i return to the palace.” so he commanded his men to camp in ishan, and said to the wise, knowledgeable and experienced chief: “i want to hide alone this night, alone, in peace, from the account, whether the man or the servant.

tell them i'm in bad health, i can't be seen, and don't tell anyone what i really want.” the chief kept his orders and kept his watch out.

the king changed his clothes, put on his sword, left the tent quietly and climbed the mountain in the night.

he traveled until dawn, and continued to walk day and night on top of the heat, without fatigue.

and the next day and night, at dawn, he found a shadow in the distance, and he was very happy and said, "maybe i could meet someone who could tell me about the lake and fish." the shadow of the line was originally the palace of a black stone building, with two gates open.

the king came to the door with joy, knocking gently, but without any response.

for the second time, he knocked again for the third time.

he knocked hard for a while, and there was no answer.

he said, "no doubt, this must be an empty room." so he had the courage to break into the door and come down to the porch and shout out, "o man who lives in the house! i'm a stranger.

i'm passing by.

do you have any food you can feed me?" he yelled three or four times, stillno one promised.

he had the courage, the spirit, and he entered the house.

the house was empty, but it was set in order, and everything was made of silk, very rich, with bright carpets under the ground, a curtain of embroidered flowers in front of the windows, four arch halls surrounded by a large courtyard with stools and fountains, four golden lions lying next to it, pearl-like fresh water sprayed from the mouth, and a beaming bird in its mouth and a golden net in its air.

this is a curious picture, but no one came to talk to the king.

strange mountains, lakes, four-coloured fish and palaces, the king is astonished and dreary.

no, he sat down at the door, and he looked down.

then he suddenly heard a sad sigh.

"i hid everything from you, and you exposed yourself.

sleeping passed out of my eyes, insomnia.

” the king stood up, looked in, and saw the curtains on the hall door.

he stretched out his hand and opened the curtain, and a young man sat behind it in a bed of more than a foot.

this young man is a beautiful, beautiful young man, who is in the right place, and who is in the right place.

there's no denying he has a black mole on his cheeks.

when the king sees the young, he rejoices and says hello.

the young man was sitting on his body, wearing an egyptian-style gold-wired bouquet and a pearl crown, but the eyebrow was locked in sorrow.

he saluted the king with courtesy and said, “i cannot stand up to you because of my disability, forgive me.” "young people, you don't have to.

i'm your guest now.

i came to you for an important thing.

can you tell me the history of the lake, the four coloured fish and this palace? i wonder, why do you live here alone? why are you so sad and painful?" young people listened to the king, weeping, crying, crying with sadness: "dreaming people, how many people have fallen and how many people have stood up?" ...

toss everything to the master of humanity, without hatred, without retrospect: `why does it evolve when it's gone?' 'cause, well, fate is the root cause of everything." having heard all this, the king was surprised and asked, “young people, why are you crying?” "how can i not be grieved by what happened to me?" he opened his robe and showed the king his lower body.

it turns out that the young man's body was all stoned from his waist to his feet, but only the upper body and consciousness.

the king saw this, lamented and lamented: “you young people, you have added new sorrow to my old wounds.

i came here to ask about the four-coloured fish, but now i know you in addition to the fish.

there is no other way but to seek the help of god almighty.

young man, please tell me what happened to you." "i've had a strange experience with four-coloured fishwrite it down.

it's good for the next generation." "what's going on?" you know, sir, the late father was king of this country called black island.

black island is surrounded by mountains.

after 70 years of his reign, i inherited the throne and married my uncle's daughter.

we're in love, we're in love, and she loves me so much that i don't think about eating.

this life lasted five years.

one day she went to the bathhouse and i told the cook to prepare dinner so that she could enjoy it when she returned.

i was told in this palace that the two women were sitting at the end of their beds.

because my wife is not around, i feel emotional, lying in bed, sleepless, just watching god alone.

they thought i was asleep, so they started talking.

i heard the lady sitting on the bed saying, "buys, our master is pathetic! it's a waste of his youth to live with us as a magician's wife." "yes, may allah punish this evil woman!" the lady at the end of the bed said, "how can our master marry such a woman when he is young?" "the master is drowsy and doesn't control her." if the master knew about her, could he ask? she's playing around behind her master's back.

the master drinks every day, she puts an anaesthetic in her drink, and the master goes into a coma without knowing where she went, what she did or where she came from.

she was dressed and dressed and snuck out until she came back in the morning, and then she lit the incense and smoked it in front of her nose, so the master would wake up.” i heard the miyagi talk, and i was in a hurry and i had a dark face.

in the evening, my wife came back from the bathhouse, and we made dinner, and we had to eat together.

after dinner we sat and talked.

it's late, and i'm ready to go to bed as i used to.

my wife, as usual, told the servants to bring me wine and hand it to me.

and i took the wine, and fell down in secret, and then i fell into a coma, and i fell on the bed, and i pulled over the covers, as if i had fallen asleep.

and then i heard my wife say to herself, "sleep in your sleep, don't get up again.

i hate you, especially your image.

i'm tired of you, and i don't know how long it will take for allah to take your soul and let you die.” after she had said that she had changed her clothes from her place to her clothes, painted them in fat, dressed, and then took my sword and opened the door.

i jumped out of bed and followed my wife out.

she was only seen walking out of the palace door, passing through an alley, going under the gate, grunting in her mouth, and the iron lock fell off and the gate opened.

and she snuck out of the city, and we followed her quietly, and pursued her all the way, and went forth to the hills.

there was a fort in the hill and there was a brick-built dome.

i followed her in and climbed up the round roof to watch her.

turns out she came to live in a house with a black slave.

the black slave's lips are a line, and it's out therecome on, put on dirty clothes and lean on a pile of sugar cane leaves.

my wife kneeled in front of a black slave and kissed the ground, and that's when the black man raised his head and said, "why are you so long, you fucking bastard?" "my master! don't you know i married my cousin? but i hate him and don't want to live with him.

if it were not for your safety, i would have destroyed his city before sunrise, called the owls and crows, hollering, made the wolves in groups, and moved all the stones of the city to mount gou.” "fuck you, you lying to me? in the name of a black hero, we blacks are better than whites.

from now on, you'll have to delay and twist your mind.

i swear to god i'll break up with you.

you dirty, dirty, despicable, despicable bastard, playing with me.

seeing this, listening to this conversation, i was so mad at myself, the whole universe seemed darker, and i was like a soul.

my wife was standing in front of a black slave crying, bowing and begging, "my lord!" if you hate me, who cares? if you abandon me, who will take me?" she cried and cried, and it was not until the blacks pardoned her that she rose up and said, "my lord! you.

is there anything here that i can eat?" "you open that copper tub," the black man said, "there's cooked rat bones in it, you eat them, there's leftover soup in the jar, go get it!" my wife did as he ordered, chewed bones, drank soup and washed her hands.

i looked at my wife's despicable behaviour and finally found her to be an evil man who wanted to commit suicide.

i snuck down from the roof, broke into the house, picked up the sword my wife brought, and pulled it out.

and when we burned in a blazing fire, a sword was slashed upon the neck of a black slave, thinking that it had already led to his life.

and when we carried the sword, we intended to cut off the veins and the artery of the black slave, but only his flesh and throat were cut.

he was breathing so hard that i didn't think he'd survive.

at that point, my wife took the opportunity to escape, and she did not know it was me.

so i put the sword back into the sheath, and rushed back to the city, and came to the palace, and fell down on the bed.

in the morning, my wife woke me up.

i only saw her cut her hair, dressed in a dress, and said, "o brother! i do so, and do not blame me for my mother's illness, my father's death, two brothers, one scorpion, and the other choked.

i have been so miserable that i should mourn my filial duty.” "i have no objection to you," i said to her in peace: "do as you like." and from that day she grieved, wept, and was humbled.

a year later, she said to me, "i intend to build a dome in the palace, shaped like a mausoleum, in the name of a `comfort room', where i want to keep my filament in peace." "what are you going to do?" i said to her, "do it." she built a dome in the palacethe eulogy room, with a grave in it, looks like a bed.

she then moved the slave to the mourning room to take care of her.

although still alive, the slave has become a useless cripple.

since he was injured by the sword on that day, he had been able to live on soup, was so sick that he could not speak and was about to swallow his breath.

my wife stood by him from morning to night, comforting him with tears and tears, bringing soup early and water late, and serving him with pain.

i left my wife unchallenged for a year in this situation.

one day, i went to the mourning room while she wasn't worried.

she's crying and saying, "oh, the flowers in my heart! why did you leave me and never see me again? "my soul, i know what is in my heart, and speak to me of what is in my heart." she said, "i don't exist anymore after you're gone, because my heart is nothing but you.

you go anywhere, please carry my soul, my bones.

live somewhere, bury my bones around you.

you stand in front of the grave, hear the echo, my bones moan, and your voice echo." when she sang and cried, i suddenly appeared and said, "sister! that's enough for you to be sad.

your tears will not last.

there is no good in weeping.” "don't stop me!" she said, "if you have to intervene, i'll have to kill myself." after that, i was silent and left her in mourning clothes and weeping.

and by the third year, i have felt an incalculable hatred and patience for what is in front of me.

one day, i walked into her mourning room, and my wife was sitting in the house in front of her grave, screaming, "my lord! i haven't heard your voice in a long time.

why didn't you answer me?" she said, "oh, the grave, the grave, his handsome death?" or was it wiped out by a bright vision? cemetery, you're not heaven, you're not earth, why does the sun and moon gather in it?" her praises and her condolences to the slaves, which made me sore and my hatred so intense, she asked, “when will you cry and weep?” i went on to say, "a grave, a grave, to wipe out his black?" or the dirty scene.

cemetery, why are you gathering ash and slag?" listening to my curse poem, my wife stood up and said, "damn it! it was you who cut off my lover, destroyed his youth and made him suffer for three years in a lifeless situation.” "good, i did." i said pull out the sword, hold it in your hand and walk to kill him.

my wife listened to me, and when i decided to kill her, she laughed and said, "fuck off! it's not easy to repeat what happened.

i can't bring the dead back, but i can make you suffer." so she opened her mouth and said somethingafter the spell, he said, "with my magic, your lower part becomes a rock." since then, i have been unable to stand up and sleep.

the lower part is a lifeless stone, while the upper part is a living person with freedom of movement.

when my lower body became stone, the whole city, including the streets and gardens, was also controlled by her magic.

the city was originally inhabited by followers of islam, christ, jews and the four religions.

after they were demonized, they all became fish.

the islamists became white fish, the hyenas became red fish, the christians became blue fish and the jews became yellow fish.

the four old islands were demonized and turned into four mountains, surrounded by lakes.

since then, she has abused me, beaten me with a hundred sticks a day, bled me in my skin and put a towel on me and put this gorgeous dress outside.

the destruction of the city of magic, the youth of demons talking about his experiences and his experiences, crying and crying: "o lord, your judgment, i bear with it, as long as it is your will.

they're violent, they're evil, they're aggressive, they're predatory, they're predatory, they're patient, maybe we can get a corner of heaven.

all this happened to me, which left me helpless, unable to walk, praying for mohammed." the king looked up at him and said, “young people, after i knew the secret, it added a new sorrow.

but tell me, where is your wife? where are the graves of the wounded slaves?” “the slave sleeps in the grave in the mourning room, and as for my wife, she lives in the next hall.

she comes here every day at sunrise, stripping me of my clothes, hitting me with a hundred sticks, beating me sorely, hiss so full that she could not move, that she went to the mourning room to serve the slave and bring him soup and water.

she'll come again when it's light." “swear to allah, young people, i must do a good thing for me.

i will save you." the king stayed with the young until late at night before sleeping.

by dawn the next day, the king took off his clothes naked, raised his sword and walked into the mourning room, with lights, candles, spices and ointment.

he went over and killed the slave with a sword, threw his body in a well in the palace, then returned to the house, wrapped it in his body, held it in his hand and fell asleep.

about an hour later, the witch came.

she took off her husband's clothes and beat her up.

her husband begged, and said, "sister, please, have mercy on me." do you understand my lover for me?" she asked if she would continue to beat her husband to the bone and was exhausted to wear a towel and cover her robe outside.

then she carried a glass of wine and a bowl of soup to the condolence room to serve the slaves.

in the mourning room, she went to the grave and cried and said, "o master! answer me.

tell me what's on your mind." and she said, "i've shed endless tears, but it's blocked, when will it break out?" the jealousy fromWhat's wrong with you? Then he should be satisfied that you are delaying us." She cried, and said, “My lord, say whatever you say.” The king kept his voice down and said, "Ahhh! Ahhh! There's no way.

I'm counting on Allah, the Almighty." The witch heard the slave speak, rejoiced, screamed, passed out, and later she woke up and said, "O master! The king said with a softer voice, "You sick bastard! You're making me sick and hard to recover." “You tortured your husband every day, and his cry for help disrupted me and made me sleep all night.

His prayers and his curses upset me, and my heart was in disarray.

If it hadn't been for your disturbance, I would have been in good health, and that's why I kept ignoring you.” "With your permission, I forgive him." "You spare him and let us be quiet." "I see." Then she stood up and went into the palace, and took out a bowl, filled it with water, and cried out a spell, and suddenly the water in it boiled.

She spilled water on her husband, and she said, “You have been deformed because of my magic, and by the power of my spell, restore you to your original form.” She said that the young man had returned to health at once and stood up and felt comforted.

"Get out of here," she said, "Don't come here again, or I'll kill you." It was only after the youth had left the palace that she came from the condolence room and said to the slave: “Come out, my lord, let me look at you and I will be happy for your health.” "What have you done?" The king put his voice down, saying, "You treat me this way, it's not fundamental." "My dear man! What's the fundamental answer?" The island's nationals also endure disaster, and every night, when it gets darker, the fish in the lake rise up, pray to Allah for help, and curse me, which is the real reason I cannot recover from health.

Go and rescue them now and then get me out of here.

My health is coming back to me." “By Allah, master! With my head and my eyes, I will deliver them." At that time, when she thought she was talking to a black slave, she was so happy that she went off, so excited that she ran to the lake, stretching out her hands and murkyly chanting a spell, and the fish in the lake suddenly got active and then returned to their condition and became all kinds of human beings.

The people were rescued, the town of River Mount was restored to its old state, people bought, sold, worked in agriculture and commerce, and flourished.

Then the witch rushed back to the mourning room and said to the fake slave, "Stand out your hand and let me take you out." The king whispered, "Strike the sword quickly, a sword stabbing through her chest, and then he cut her in two pieces, and she became sexual."