The navigator's story of Sinbad

it is a legend that, when king khalif haruhruna rad came to power, there was a porter in baghdad called sinbad, who was poor and lived by carrying goods.

one day, the weather was very hot and he was sweating and panting with heavy burdens on his shoulders.

when he passed through a wealthy merchant's door in a tremor, he couldn't move but lay down his burden and sat on a wide, clean stone at the door for a moment.

as soon as sinbad sat down, he smelled the fragrance of the house and heard a moment of beautiful ribbons and euphemism.

then he listened in his ear, and heard in the beautiful music the singing of canary, nightingale, mountain bird, and speckling, such wonderful music makes his heart shake and turn.

he came to the door in secret, with his neck stretching out, curiously looking into it, and the shades of his eyes appeared in a very luxurious and adorned garden, full of luxuriousness and a host of his servants, grand and like the palace of the emperor.

a breeze sent him a fragrance of fragrance, which made him intoxicated and unstoppable.

he looked up and looked at the sky and groaned: "o lord! you are the god who created the universe, the lord who gives human beings clothing and food, and whoever you please, you feed and clothe.

my lord! forgive me my sins and accept my repentance! you are the almighty, the most high, the most sage.

how much i love you and praise you! if you wish to be rich, he will be rich; if you want to be poor, he will be poor; if you want to be noble, he will be noble; and if you will, he will be humbled.

you're the only master, how great you are! what authority! and whosoever of your people likes, he will enjoy his bounty as the owner of this house wears silk and silk, and eats of the mountains and the sea, and enjoys the glory of man.

in any case, you are the god of the destiny of the people, so that some of them will spend their whole lives in poverty, others will be comfortable and free, and others will enjoy and be fortunate and others will be like me, tired and humble.” "how many poor people are there?" why are you standing under the fence? i, the poor one, tired, hard-working, life's suffering, the burden on my shoulders, is growing.

i've never been as happy as anyone else.

i look forward to it, an impartial judge, to your judgment." the footman, sinbad, who started the burden, was leaving, and suddenly came out of the house with a young servant who looked beautiful, well-dressed and well-dressed, and said, “our master has something to say to you, let me come in.” the porter hesitated for a moment to lay down his burden and follow his servant in.

it is a house full of joy, dignity and harmony.

it's as if it's just a bunch of high-profile grotesque fruit, ol' wine and mountain fragrance, fragrances of all kinds of flowers, mixed with delicious foodsa musician with a musical instrument, playing and singing.

the chief is an old man with a charred face, who can see at first sight that he is a man of grace.

the footman, sinbad, looked at the scene, looked at it, and wondered, “swear to allah, this must be a paradise or the palace of the emperor”.

he greeted them in accordance with the rules, blessed them, kneeled down and kissed the ground, then stood down with humility.

the master asked him to sit by his side, to speak with him with kindness and to treat him with hospitality.

after having had enough wine and food, sinbad praised allah and stood up and washed his hands and extended his humble thanks to the master.

the master said: “we welcome you and wish you all the best and all the best.

what's your name?" "my name is sinbad, the porter." the master listened and smiled and said: “we both have the same name, i am the navigator sinbad.

the poem you just recited at the door, please repeat it." the footman, sinbad, listened to me with dismay and shame, and then answered with devoutness: “swear to allah, because i was exhausted, so i said something, and ask the master to forgive me.” "i think you're my brother.

don't be shy, sing.

i'm very interested in that poem you sang in front of the door." the footman sinbad had to do what he was told to do and repeat his hymns.

the master heard, moved, and said to him, "brother, you know something.

i've had a legendary life.

i'll tell you how i gained this status and enjoyed this happy life.

i have travelled seven voyages, and the difficult and difficult obstacles that i have encountered in each cruise have been dramatic and unimaginable.

in short, everything that happens in my life is fated, and no one can escape fate.” my father was a businessman, he was very rich, he was very rich, he had a lot of money, he had a lot of money, he had a lot of money, he had a lot of money, he was a couple of rich and philanthropists in my hometown.

when i was very young, my father, unfortunately, left me a great legacy.

when i grew up, i began to manage the property on my own, and i thought it was enough for me to enjoy it for the rest of my life, so i went through the luxurious life of putting on clothes and eating.

i waste my time, i don't do business, i'm drunk in my life.

however, as a result of sitting in the mountains, life is less than a day.

when i found myself so confused and stupid, the money was wasted, and the rest was empty-handed.

i'm sad, i'm depressed.

at this point, i suddenly remembered what my father had told my saint suriman: “death is better than birthday, a living dog is better than a dead lion, and a grave is better than poverty”.

so i went out and sold all the furniture, clothes, and property that was left behind, for 3,000 gold coins, and decided to take a long trip to the far side, to take a chance, and to find some business.

when the idea was settled and ready to pack, i joined a few businessmen and decided to leave at sea.

we'll go to basra, then we'll sail by boat.

how many times did we sail in the seaDays and nights, after many islands, every place we go, we do business, sometimes with goods, and it's fun to live at sea.

One day, we passed an island, which was very beautiful, and the captain told us to get some rest.

As a result, anchorages were set and passengers jumped off the ship and boarded the island.

Some of them are cooking on fire, others enjoy the view of the island and enjoy themselves.

And as they were eating, drinking, playing and forgetting, the captain suddenly shouted, "Travelers, get on board.

If you want to live, throw away what you have and go back to the boat.

Don't you see? It's not an island, it's a giant fish floating in the water! Because it's been here for a long time, full of sand and weeds, looks like an island.

You cook on fire, it's hot, it's moving.

Don't you understand? If it sinks, you'll all die.

Come on! Drop your stuff and get on the boat!" All of you listened to the captain's call, threw things away and rushed to the boat.

But the big fish had already shook up and sunk fast.

Those who did not have the time to board the ship were all submerged in the sea and only a few escaped.

Nor have I been spared, as that small island slowly sank to the sea floor.

It is a blessing to be blessed with Allah when he is in danger of drowning, and I find a wooden tray thrown away by a passenger.

I did not hesitate to grab it and climb on it, and my feet were like oars, swinging right and left, fighting hard and raging waves, and my heart was saved if it were to float to the side of the ship.

But the captain was a selfish little man, and he walked out on us.

I look down on the hull and despair, and I think it will surely die.

“Peace be upon Allah!” I pray silently, let the wind beat me and make a last struggle.

That's it.

I floated all day and night.

The next day, when the wind pushed me to a deserted island, I dragged a branch to the surface of the water, I climbed to the shore, and the fish bit my feet to pieces, I was exhausted, as if I were about to die, and I fell down and fainted.

I don't know how long I've been in a coma, and the sun has come out, and the bright light has slowly awakened me, but my feet are sore and swollen that I can't move and I have to crawl.

It is a beautiful island with a flowing spring with many wild fruits.

So We filled hunger with wild fruit, and the water of the spring with thirst, and rested in peace for a few days.

I'd like to wait for my body to recover and to move as soon as I can.

Then I folded a branch as a crutch and wandered along the beach to see the beauty of the island.

One day, I was walking along the beach, and I suddenly found a hidden shadow in the distance, beginning to think it was a beast, or an animal in the sea, and I was curiously walking towards it.

It's a tall horse that's tied up.

I slowly approach it.

It saw me, heave, scared me.

I just thought I'd step back.

I didn't expect anyone to come out of a hole and drinkin front of him, he said, "hey, who are you? where are you from? what are you doing here?" “i was a passenger, on a boat to do business abroad, and was killed in the middle of the journey, and i and many of us had the misfortune of falling into the water, fortunately because i had caught a large wooden plate and drifted into the sea all day and night before the wind pushed me here.” after listening to me, he reached out and held me and said to me, "come with me." so i followed him to the cellar, went into a hall, sat down and he brought me something to eat.

i was starving to death, so i swallowed up and fed.

after he had finished, he asked me about my life and my experience, and i went through it in detail.

he was surprised to hear it.

i said to him, "swear to allah, i told you everything, and now i want you to tell me who you are.

why do you live in a cave? what do you mean, you tie that horse to the beach?" “we are the ones who trained the horses for king meh, all scattered on the island.

every time the moon is full, we choose a tall, strong horse, tied to the sea, smelling of it, and then run out and seduce it, and take it to the sea, but the horse is bound, and it cannot escape, so we have to slash, kick, and then they mate.

when we heard it, we ran out, shouted, scared the sea horses, and from then on, the horses were conceived, and mixed ponies were born.

these hybrids are well-formed and cute, priced, each worth a fortune of silver.

it is time for the sea horses to land.

if allah wishes, i will take you to king meh to visit our country.

there's no one here, lucky to meet us, or you'll be lonely, lonely or even dead.

we'll meet here.

it's your life you can't live without.

allah has blessed you with your safe return home.” i sincerely thank him and wish him well.

as we were talking, a sea horse came to the shore, jumped in front of the horse, heated, and took it away, and they started kicking and screaming.

the horse-bearers came out of the cellar with their swords and steel shields, calling out to his partner: "the sea horse has landed.

come on out." when he shouted and struck the shield, many came out of all directions, armed, screaming, and scared the mighty sea horses away.

soon, the horse breeders came to us with a horse.

when they saw me, they asked me about my history.

i went back to what happened to me at sea, and they listened to me with sympathy.

so i was invited to eat with them, and when they had finished, they moved on horses, and i followed them on a horse from the outskirts of the city to the palace.

they first reported to king meh and obtained permission from the king before taking me to the palace.

i met with the king and paid his very sincere blessing and tribute, and he welcomed me.

then he asked me about me, and i recounted my experience, and heard it.

he was surprised, and he said, "boy! swear to allah that you are safe.

if you're lucky, you'll never get away with itand bestowed upon you by god, that you may return to safety." the king was very fond of me, he was kind to me, he comforted me and left me in the palace.

so i managed the port and was responsible for the registration of the passing ship.

i have remained in the palace ever since, working diligently and diligently, and with the grace of the king, who made me join him in the affairs of the state for the benefit of the people.

i stayed there for a long time.

however, whenever i go to the beach, i ask businessmen and seafarers about the location of baghdad, hoping that someone will come to baghdad so that i can go home with him, but i have not been able to live with it.

one day, i went into the palace to see the king, and i met a group of indians in the palace, and they greeted them, and they spoke with me enthusiastically, asking about my nationality.

they are said to come from different ethnic groups, some of them from the kind sharkar people, who are of a pompous nature and do not abuse others; others from the polomans, who do not drink, live well, each of them is beautiful, very human, and are good at raising livestock.

as they know, there are 72 nationalities in india, and i am surprised to hear that.

in king meh's jurisdiction, there is a small island called koperu, which is very popular and can be heard all day and night.

locals and travelers told me that the islanders were all smart, tough and strong.

on that island, i saw 20-capture big fish, and i saw owls, and there's a lot of weird stuff.

it's long.

i'm still walking around the beach with crutches.

one day, i found a big boat coming to the port, with a lot of passengers.

when the ship docked, the captain asked the sailors to move the cargo and i registered it.

i asked the captain, "are there any other cargo on board?" “yes, sir, a portion of the cargo remains in the ship, but its owner has been killed at sea and his cargo is in our custody.

we intend to sell these goods and, in exchange, take them back to baghdad and hand them over to his family.” “what is the name of the owner of the goods?” "his name is the navigator sinbad, and he has drowned." i listened to the captain, and i looked at him, and i immediately recognized him as the captain of our ship.

i couldn't contain my heart's excitement and cried out out, "captain! i'm the owner of the goods you're talking about! i am your navigator sinbad! that day, when the big fish moved, you shouted to us to get on the boat, but some went up, and all those who did not went up fell into the sea, and i sank into the sea, and it was thanks to allah's blessing that i grabbed a big wooden tray and fell on it and was pushed to the island by the wind.

later, he met the horse-bearers of king meh, who took me to the king, who was sympathetic to my life, to what had happened, and to whom the king had given his approval to manage the port.

i have worked with due diligence to gain the confidence of the king.

the goods in your ship, they were all my property." allah's up! according to you, there has been no loyalty, no faith in this world!" why are you listening to meWhat's the big deal?" “I think you lied to me about hearing the owner drown.

It is immoral that you attempt to seize the goods.

How can you pretend to be the owner of a cargo when we see the owner of a cargo and many other passengers at the same time, and no one has escaped from danger?” “Captain, listen to my story patiently.

I never lie.

After listening, you won't suspect me." So I told the captain about the ship ' s experience on the way from Baghdad, including the location where it was killed, the type of all my cargo, and the formalities and relationships that I had with him during the journey.

After that, the captain and the merchants understood that I was telling the truth.

So they smiled and congratulated me on my safety and said, "Swear to Allah, we had no idea you'd be out of danger, because Allah gave you a second life." They immediately returned the goods to me, everything was intact and my name was marked on the goods.

I opened the container, selected several of its most valuable items as gifts to the King, and told him that the merchant ship on which I had taken had come to the port, and that the goods had all returned to my hand and that a part of the cargo had been given as a gift in gratitude for its salvation.

The King was very pleased to understand that all I had said in the past was true, and thus was more respectful of me and had given me many gifts.

I sold the goods, made a lot of money, bought some local property and loaded it on board.

When the boat was about to leave, I said goodbye to the King, and thanked him for his love of me and asked him to allow me to leave for my country.

The king has given his permission.

So I brought a gift from the king, and the merchants went on a trip to the sea.

The ship sailed round the sea, day and night, and arrived safely in Basra.

I stayed in Basra for a few days and returned to my home town, Baghdad, where many relatives and friends came to see me, and I carried my goods, and I came home full of them.

I made a lot of money on this trip, and when I got back home, I used them to start a business.

Since then, I have more family money than my father left me, and I can say that I am a rich man.

Since then, I have lived a comfortable, leisurely life, and have been friends with a bachelor of humanities, who has forgotten all the hardships and displacements of the past at sea.

Well, that's the story of my first voyage.

Allah, if you'd like to hear it, maybe tomorrow I'll tell you about my second voyage.

So the navigator, Sinbad, entertained the footman Sinbad, had dinner with his friends and gave the footman Sinbad a hundred gold coins, saying, "Today, you have brought us joy." The footman Sinbadshe passed the navigator Sinbad and took the gold he had sent home.

On the way, he was reminiscent of the story he had just heard, and he was also thinking about his wonders today.

That night, the footman, Sinbad, fell asleep.

Early the next morning, he came to the navigator's home, and the master invited him to sit next to himselfa description of his second voyage.

the second voyage was yesterday when i told you that i had my first trip home and had a good life like i used to.

but then one day, i came up with the idea of going on a trip, wanting to travel abroad to see the relics, to learn about everything, to do some business and to come back with a lot of money.

so i took out the savings, bought some of the goods that were suitable for taking out, packed them and shipped them to the beach, where, by chance, a new boat was parked, loaded with passengers and food, ready for anchoring.

i moved the cargo to the ship, carrying a bag, to accompany the merchants and passengers.

that day, when the weather was clear and the wind was smooth, we walked, passed through the bay, went to the port, passed the island and went to the sea.

whenever we get there, we go to the shore to do business, and local traders and officials trade goods, and business is very hot.

one day our boat passed by a very beautiful and lovely island.

the view of the island is beautiful, there is a great green forest, and there are countless strange fruits, and there are many colours of flowers, and the birds are singing in the forest, and the clear stream is flowing, except there is no one on the island.

when our ship docks, we all go to the island and see and lament the great and wonderfulness of allah's creation of the world.

i walk alone in the arms of nature.

i sat alone by the creek and ate while watching the scenery, when it was the cold culture, the weather, the sound of silence around, and i fell asleep unconsciously on the fine island.

that's it, under the fragrance of the shade, i slept for a long time.

when i woke up, there was no one around.

turns out the merchant ship had left me alone on the island.

i look to my left, i look to my left, i look to my left, i look to my face, and i look at it as if even the animals of the island have disappeared, and i'm terrified and in despair.

i was alone on a deserted island, without food, drinking, exhausted, almost lost my life's confidence and despair, lamenting: “it is not always good luck for a person to be rescued in the last time, and this time it is too difficult to get out again.” thinking of this place, i cry, i cry, i cry, i cry, i complain about why i'm not at home, i'm happy, i'm hungry, i'm happy, i'm leaving, i'm going to go to sea.

it's the first time i've been killed, i've learned my lesson and i've left baghdad for the sea i regret.

i'm going crazy.

i don't know what to do.

and in the meditation there is nothing but consolation: "we belong to allah, and we shall all return to allah." i was afraid to stay where i was and i was afraid of being alone, and i had to walk unsettled.

then we climbed a great tree and looked far away, and all i saw were clear skies, blue waters, dense forests and flying birds and gravel.

i looked at it, and all of a sudden, i found a huge white image so far away, and i snuck out of the tree and went to the white imageit's going in the direction, trying to find out.

it was a white dome.

and we reclined and turned around, but we could not find its gates.

this house is smooth and bright and i can't climb up.

and then the sun turned west, and it was almost dark, and i was anxious to enter the house and find a place to rest, and when i couldn't help, i found the sun suddenly gone and it was dark.

it was in the summer that i thought it was because of the clouds in the sky, and i was scared and scared, and i looked up and looked up and saw only a wild bird in the sky, called the eagle.

the bird often catches elephants to feed the chicks, and the white dome i saw just now was a hawk egg.

i can't help but wonder about allah's creation.

then the eagle fell down slowly, stretching its feet back, and shrunk its wings, and hatched its eggs.

suddenly, i had an idea in my head, so i moved on.

i untie my entanglement, fold it up, line it up, tie it to my waist and tie it to the eagle's leg, and i say, "maybe this hawk can carry me to a place where people smoke, which is better than staying on a deserted island." i was afraid of sleeping that night, and i was afraid that the eagle would suddenly take off in my sleep, leaving me unprepared.

the next morning, the eagle rose up and cried out with its neck out, and then spread out its wings and carried me straight into the clouds.

the higher it is, the closer i feel.

it flew for a long time before it slowly descended, and finally landed in a highland area, where i moved out of the eagle's leg in fear.

even though i left the island, i was lost and i was afraid of it.

at that point only the eagle seized one thing from the ground and flew into the sky.

i looked at it, and it caught a big, long snake.

i walked a few steps forward and found myself standing in a very high place, with deep canyons at my feet and unstoppable cliffs on all sides.

and i began to complain that i should not take the risk, and i said to myself, "god bless this place, where there is neither wild fruit nor water for thirst.

i'm so sorry, i just got out of danger and fell into the abyss.

it's up to you! i hope the great allah comes to save." i fought with courage, and i walked into the valley and found it full of precious diamonds and pythons as thick as date trees.

as if they could swallow an elephant with their mouths open, they would go forth by night and day to avoid the falcon's slaughter.

there are eagles in the sky and snakes in the ground, and i stand there in regret, and i beg allah for help.

soon the sun sets and the night falls.

i was afraid that the snakes would eat me, forget hunger, wander in the valley and find shelter.

i found a cave in the vicinity, with a small hole, and i went into it, pushed through a rock next to it and blocked the hole.

i wanted to hide for a while, wait for tomorrow and find a way out.

and when i set my eyes upon it, i saw only one cobra in a hole, incubated with his eggs, and i was in a state of shock, shaking all over my body, having no choice but to surrender.

my eyes were wide open all night.

it didn't last longAt dawn, I ran to the hole and pushed the big stone and escaped.

As a result of the sleepless, thirsty and hungry night, he felt his head was light and he walked like a drunk.

And when we were in despair, suddenly we fell from the sky a head of the cattle that had been slaughtered.

And We looked around, and there was not a soul, and We were terrified.

I recall a legend that was told to me before: that the diamond-producing areas are deep valleys where people cannot go down to collect them, and that the jewellers have come up with a way to kill the sheep, strip them off, throw them into the valley, and when the bloody lamb is covered with diamonds, they fly with the huge eagles of the mountain to the top.

When the eagles were pecking, they cried and ran away from the eagles, packed the diamonds on the lamb, then threw them to the eagles and took the diamonds.

This is said to be the only way for jewelers to obtain diamonds.

And when I saw the slaughtered sheep, and remembered the legend, I ran up and looked at it.

Surely there were many diamonds on the flesh of the sheep, and I immediately laid them in my pocket, my entanglement, my clothes and my shoes, lying down, dragging the sheep over me, and tied myself to the sheep with a tangled head.

Waiting for a while, a hawk fell down, and the slaughtered sheep were taken to the top.

He was about to peck at the lamb, and suddenly the sound of shouting and banging on the plank behind the cliff, and the hawk heard it and fled.

I quickly untouched my entrails and came up from the ground in blood.

Then the shouting businessman came and he saw me standing in front of the sheep, and he was terrified.

He saw nothing on his dead sheep, and he cried, "What a mess, where's the devil?" Take away my jewels! May Allah expel him." After the screams, he died and beat his hands.

Seeing him so sad I walked over and stood in front of him.

He wondered, "Who are you? Why are you here?" "Don't be afraid." I am not a bad person, I am a trader with tragic and tragic experiences and experiences, and I have come to this wilderness with my confusion.

Don't be sad.

I've got a lot of diamonds here.

I'll give you a part to satisfy you." Listening to me, the businessman was very grateful and kind enough to talk to me.

Other diamond-picking traders, who are so friendly to me and their partners, have come to greet, bless and invite me to accompany them.

I told them what had happened to me and what had happened to them in the valley, and gave the businessman many diamonds, who was very pleased to say, “Swear to Allah that Allah will bless you and bring you to life.

None of those who come to this valley is spared.

You are lucky.” I was out of danger, and I left the valley of the serpents, and I returned to the earth, so relieved.

I stayed with the merchants all night in peace.

And the next day, he went down with them, and saw the python in the valley, and felt very afraid.

We kept moving, and we ended up in a wide field.

But the earth is full of tall saplings, each of which is thick and thick, like a giant umbrella, which provides a hundred people with cooling.

I'm going to have to take the sapthen only a hole in the trunk shall be made, and the water shall flow out of it, and when it is finished, the tree shall die and become a dead wood.

there's a jungle in the field, and there's an animal called rhino in the jungle.

the rhinoceros live in the forest, in shape like cows and buffaloes on our home ranch, but the rhinoceros have a bigger body than a cow, a unicorn on their head and 10 feet long.

the explorers said that the rhinoceros could kill elephants, put them on their heads, wandered the mountains with no effort, then burned their fats by the sun into the eyes of the rhinoceros, making them blind, disoriented, lying on the edge of the river, unable to act as they could, and the eagles often seized them to feed their hawks.

in addition, there are buffaloes and all other kinds of beasts.

i traveled from one city to another, bought diamonds for a lot of goods, shipped them everywhere for sale and made a lot of money.

after a long journey of displacement, i travelled to many places and finally returned to basra, where i stayed for a few days, carrying diamonds, money and goods and returning home to baghdad.

when i met with my family and friends, i gave them gifts and gave them money to the poor.

people have heard that after my second escape, i came to bless me, and that i have lived the comfort of the days of the past, and i have gradually lost sight of what i have been through.

the navigator sinbad spoke about the second voyage and then said, " if allah so wishes, i will tell you about the third voyage tomorrow.

the following day, smough sinbad came to the house of the navigator sinbad and listened to his story of his third voyage.

the third voyage of my third voyage is the most extraordinary.

as you know, i came back on my second voyage, made a lot of money and was able to return safely and safely to live a comfortable life, and should be content.

but after a few days of leisure, i got the idea of a trip.

so i took with me a lot of goods and left home again.

i got on a big boat at basra seaport.

from the point of destination, the ship travels through many cities and islands, and every time we reach a place we go to shore to travel and trade.

one day, the boat was sailing in the sea, and the captain, who was standing on the deck looking far away, suddenly screamed out loud, beating his cheeks, pulling his beard out and tearing his clothes off, was particularly upset and was very sudden and strange.

we were busy consoling him and asking, "captain, what happened?" you do not know that our ship is under the control of the wind and is now blown to a dangerous zone, and we are approaching the mountain of apes.

the people of this mountain, like the monkeys, are extremely vicious, and they are all over the mountains.

anyone who comes here will not escape the odds.” when the captain's voice fell, the apes appeared.

they look ugly, short, hairy, saying things we don't understand.

we were surrounded by apes coming from all sides, staring at us one by one, with their eyes running around.

we stay on the ship, we do not dare to act, but they do.

the apes crawlon the boat, we ransacked and bit the cable and damaged the sails.

so, the hull slowly leaned, and finally ran down.

we are all captives, driven to shore.

the boat was dragged somewhere by apes.

after that, the apes ran away and disappeared.

we are trapped on a deserted island, hungry and thirsty, and we have to pick wild fruit to eat and water to dry.

soon after, a house was found on the island, and we immediately went to see it, and it was a very well-structured high-rise, the doors of which were made of silhouettes, both of which were slammed.

looking through the door, there was a very large courtyard with doors and windows standing around it.

we're going in there with a big stool in the hall, a cooker of all kinds on the stove, and numerous human bones piled around, but the house was silent and invisible.

we are very surprised to see this.

everyone went in and sat there for a while, and there was nothing left to do, and everyone fell asleep.

we slept from morning until sunset.

for some time, we were suddenly awakened by the sound of a bulge of a dream, when the ground suddenly shook up, and then came down from upstairs with a big black monster, with two eyes of fire, a broken mouth, two lips in front of the chest, a big mouth of a bloodbath, a hairy ear on our shoulders, a fingernail and long nails on our paws, reaching at us, and we were all frightful.

only this giant monster walks into the hall, sits on a high stool for a while, then walks in front of us, looks at it, grabs me and looks at it in his hand.

i'm in his hands as if i only had enough for him.

for a while, he seemed to think i wasn't standard enough to throw me on the floor, to grab another partner, to elaborate and toss me.

it looked at us all unsatisfied and finally looked at the captain.

he is one of the most robust of us, with a wide waist, big limbs and strong legs, standing there like a tower of iron.

he seemed to fit into the monster's appetite and only saw the monster stand in front of the captain, staring at him with two eyes, and suddenly it lifted the captain like a hawk to grab a chick, and then threw him on the ground, holding him in a twist, listening to a sound and breaking his neck.

the monster then took the next long-iron fork, chained the captain ' s body to a fork, put it on the burning fire of the bears, turned it upside down, slowly tore it up like a chicken duck, left its bones behind, and lay on a high stool and snorted.

the monster snored like thunder, and slept until the morning of the next morning, when he woke up from a dream, and was left unattended.

i guess he's gone far enough to talk.

that scene last night was horrible, and some people couldn't help but cry and complain: "we'd rather drown in the sea or be eaten by apes, and eat better than make monsters bake.

swear to allah, it's too tragic to die.

we will not be able to escape this place, and we will surely die.

what can be done? we tried to find a place to hideOr find a way out.

Walking all day, all over the island, nothing.

When the night came, we had no choice but to return to the house in a state of terror and to take shelter.

We just sat and the ground was shaking under our feet, and then the black monster appeared like yesterday.

It found among us a man whom it was satisfied with, who made a good meal like yesterday and then slept until dawn and left.

We can't just sit around and talk about our response when the monsters go.

Some say, "Abra, we must kill it, or this death is too cruel and unbearable." Another comment was made: “It is imperative that this scourge be eliminated.

I suggest that you all work together to make a raft and then work together to kill it.

Even if we can't kill a monster, we can run off on a raft, which is to drown in the sea, which is better than letting him catch it and bake it.” So together, we moved the planks and the wood out of the house, made a raft, tied to the sea, and everything was ready to come back quietly.

And then the ground under our feet vibrates, and the monster shows up and looks at us like a wolf.

He, who came up from all around us, each with a well-prepared fork in his hand, pointed at both of his eyes, pierced them and blinded them.

It screams like a thunderbolt.

We're scared.

I just saw him struggling to get up and screaming and trying to catch us, but he was blind and couldn't catch anything.

It struggled for a while, screaming, crashing and falling out the door.

It's a terrible cry.

We were relieved, but we were shocked by the sight of the sight: the blind monster that fled brought from nowhere two older and uglier of its kind, and our hearts were once again reminded of our throats.

So they ran for their lives to the beach, stormed the rafts, and left the coast at great speed.

But the two monsters, with stones in their hands, followed them and threw them at us.

The raft sank, the companions were smashed and drowned, and it ended with me and the other two.

The three of us lucky people, on a raft, drifted over the sea for a long time and were pushed by the wind to another island.

We're saved, so excited.

As a result of excessive shock, we have exhausted ourselves and walked a few steps, our legs will never move again and we will fall asleep on the ground at nightfall.

But just a moment of sleep, he woke up with a loud sound and saw only one of my companions being devoured by a coyote.

We only hear the sound of his bones breaking in the belly.

That's cruel.

We were in yet another extreme crisis, emerging from monsters and threatened by pythons, and I prayed secretly to Allah to save us.

We fled, took refuge in the east of the island, were hungry for wild fruit and thirsty for water.

When it is dark, it comes under a tree.

We crawled to the top of the tree, thought it might be safe, and we slept in the leaves.

But my only companionand was eaten by the python that creeped into the tree at night.

i witnessed this tragedy and heard the sound of his broken bones, a terrible echoing in my ears.

the next day, at dawn, i quickly left a tree and walked to the sea, disheartened, and i didn't want to live and planned to go to the sea to kill myself, but suffered, but died with little courage and retreat.

finally, a few large pieces of wood were found, tied to the limbs of the body, as if they had been drilled into a wooden cage, resting peacefully on the ground.

and that night, a porcelain came under the tree and swam before me, but the wood protected me like armor; it could not eat me at its mouth, but had to go around in circles.

i looked at it, and i got scared.

and the serpent left me in a moment, and came to me in a moment, and then began over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over again, and never found me, so he left.

seeing the python is far away, i was rushing out of the cage and headed for the sea to see if there were any passing ships.

a black dot is moving, it's getting closer, i see it, it's a boat! i was so excited that i broke a big branch, and i lifted it up and shook it and called out.

when they heard the screams, they took me to the shore and took me to the ship and asked me what had happened.

i gave a full account of what happened to my life on this trip.

they were surprised to hear it.

i ate something on the boat and took a break, and i was so excited and so relieved that i sincerely praised allah.

i followed the ship and sailed smoothly at sea to an island called serajah.

the business people are fighting to take the goods to shore to do business.

the captain saw me standing alone on the boat and said to me, "now that you're broke, you're out of your country and you're in so much danger, i'd like to help you, make some money, go home, and don't forget me." "i will not forget you.

i will pray to allah for you." “you do not know that there was a businessman who was travelling on our boat, but he went missing, died in unknown circumstances.

he left behind a lot of goods, and now i'll let you sell them.

you'll get a share of the profits.

i'll take them back to baghdad, find his family and give them back.

what would you do?" the captain told the sailors to move the cargo out, hand me the manifest, and the man on board asked, “captain, whose account is it?” “put it on that navigator sinbad.

i asked this foreigner to take his goods for sale." i heard the captain say my name, and i couldn't help but shout, "the captain! i'm the navigator sinbad! i'm alive.

i'm not drowning." so i told the captain in detail about that day's failure to catch the boat and the ensuing adventures.

the passengers listened to me, and they came together, and they were skeptical of me.

one of them happens to have heard me mention diamond mountainAnd said, “Listen to me, I told you that I and my companions had thrown sheep into the valley to collect diamonds, and that there was a strange thing about a man crawling back to the top of the mountain on that goat.

You didn't believe it, and you laughed at me and said I lied.

Now you should believe it.

I'm talking about this guy.

He gave me precious diamonds, and I accompanied him to Basra, then broke up and went home.

He said his name was Sailor Sinbad.

It turns out I'm not lying, and he's telling the truth.” The captain, listening to the merchant, came to me and looked at me, and asked, "What are the marks on your cargo?" I recounted the type and characteristics of the goods and the contacts and contacts with him when Basra boarded the ship, which he believed was the navigator Sinbad.

So we hugged, greeted and blessed each other, and hailed Allah.

When the goods were returned to me in their original form, I made a large sum of money and returned home to be reunited with my family, family and friends.

You see me coming back safely.

Since then, I have been merciful in helping the poor, and I have lived a comfortable life in my coats, and forgotten the horrors of my past journey.

The navigator, Sinbad, spoke about the third voyage and then said, “It would be more risky than this if Allah wanted to tell you about the fourth voyage tomorrow.” As you know, my friends, after my third voyage, I came back home to live a better and better life than I used to, to have fun all the time, to forget what I had been through.

Some time later, I couldn't handle the temptation of money, and I had the idea of going out to do business.

So I was with a group of merchants and friends, and took more goods and sailed by boat.

The ship sailed through the sea and continued to drift in the sea, passing through islands and islands, and we sailed by the wind for days.

Suddenly, one day, there was a storm on the sea, and the waves surged, and the captain ordered that the ship should be stopped at once in order to avoid an accident.

We prayed and prayed for Allah's blessings, but the wind swung, blown the sails, the mast broke, and the ship sank and all the people, goods and money sank into the sea.

I struggled to swim.

At a time when bad luck was on the verge of drowning, it suddenly caught a slab on the water, which saved my life.

We were on board with some of the passengers who were drowning, and we were running with them in the gushing sea, and we drifted through it for a day and a night.

We were pushed on a beach by the wind for some time.

People are exhausted.

Fortunately, thanks to the abundance of plants on the island, we took wild fruit and ate something.

We began to walk along the beach, unwittingly discovering the shadows of some of the buildings in the distance, and we rushed to get close to it, a house.

We're not waiting until we're done, we're out of the house with a bunch of big men who don't say a word and grab us and drag us to the king.

The king told us to sit down and show us a table we'd never seen or seenknow what it's called for us.

the companions were so hungry that they immediately ate their food, but i had no appetite and nothing to eat.

and blessed be allah, that i may live until now.

the people ate those things, one crazy, stupid, and the more they ate, the more they changed.

then the mighty men poured coconut oil on my partners, and painted it on their bodies.

they drank coconut oil and were like wooden chickens, their eyes were not moving, and their appetites were much stronger.

i'm scared to see this.

i'm afraid the big guys will make me crazy.

and by observation i found them worshipping the fire god, and their king was uru.

if anyone who enters their area by mistake is found, he shall be arrested before the king and treated in a way that allows him to eat as much as he can, loses his mind, loses his mind, dementia until he is fed, fat and fat, and then kills him for his enjoyment.

people here are used to eating raw human flesh.

seeing that the companions have become fools of dementia, and have been set at their mercy and slaughtered, as though they had been fed as cattle, and that i myself had become desolate and thin.

so they failed to draw their attention, and i was cast aside, and gradually, they forgot me.

so i quickly seized the opportunity to escape quietly.

and one day, i walked, and i found a naked man sitting on a hillside, watching over my fallen companions, and as soon as he saw me, knowing that i still had reason, he said to me, "you turn back and head to the right, you can find a way out." i tried, without much thought, to run in the direction he pointed, fearing that he would come back.

we turned back, as the shepherd had instructed, and we found a road on the right, and we immediately went on to the road, running for life and moving forward.

so he walked out of his sight until i was relieved.

i ran and ran until it was dark before i stopped to rest and lay on the ground in order to sleep, but because of excessive fear, hunger and fatigue.

i can't sleep.

in the middle of the night, i had the courage to move on and go to dawn.

and then i couldn't walk any more, so i had to pick up some wild fruit, take a breath, and go on.

and i walked blindly until the eighth day, when i saw the shadow of a distant place, i turned towards it, and went to the western mountains of sunset, and reached its destination.

however, having suffered twice and being afraid to move, they had to stand far away and take a closer look, where they were picking peppers.

i walked slowly.

when they saw me, they surrounded me and said, "who are you? where are you from?" i was a very unfortunate man...” and i told them all about my life and all the strange things.

“swear to allah.

what a surprise.

how did you escape from them? there are many of them, all over the mountains, and they love to eat human flesh and leave it in their hands, and no one will survive.

these people are nice to me.

give me something to eat, hughafter a while, i followed them to the island where they lived.

they led me to their king.

i told the king how the naked man fed my companions, and then killed the tragedy of food and his own adventure.

the king was so surprised that he sat me down and comforted me and commanded the squire to take something to entertain me.

i eat, wash my hands, thank and praise allah and then go out and visit.

this is a beautiful city.

the goods are full, the streets are full of traffic, the pasters are full of joy.

i'm glad i got the chance to be here.

it's weird to see their officers riding mules without saddles.

one day i said to the king, "your majesty, why don't you ride with your saddle? the saddle is not only comfortable, safe, but also beautiful and beautiful." "what's a saddle? we've never seen anything like this before.

we've never rode." “let me make one for his majesty and let his majesty ride it to see if it's okay.” "okay, just do as you say." "please give me some wood." the king immediately did so, and brought in a capable carpenter, who i directed to make the saddles, to cover up the leather, to wear the skins of the turbans, and to make the turbans, and to find an ironsmith, to teach him to beat a barbed wire and tie it to the saddle.

and when everything is ready, bring in a royal horse, and with it, and assemble it and see the king.

the king was very happy to see him, and he tried it on his own.

he is grateful to me, and for that i have been greatly rewarded by the king.

the king rides a horse that matches the saddle.

news spread that officials from all over the country had asked me to make saddles for them.

i responded to their request and passed on my skills to carpenters and blacksmiths, producing large numbers of saddles, selling them to large and small officials and others, making a lot of money.

i have become a popular and respected celebrity, with a high status in the country.

i live a day of comfort and comfort.

one day, the king said to me, “you have become the person we love and become one of us, so we cannot leave you or you.

now i have something to say to you, and i hope you don't disappoint me." “your majesty is very kind to me, and i am very grateful.

praise allah, i have surrendered to his majesty, and i will obey your command.” "i'm going to give you a betrothal of a beautiful, intelligent and very rich girl, to make you a family here, to live in the palace, to live with me, and i hope you will follow my orders." i'm sorry to hear the king's voice.

the king asked, "why don't you talk, son?" "do as his majesty says." the king commands the squire and immediately calls the judge and the witness to write the marriage book and to make me an engagement.

since then, i have been very rich and live with my wife in a magnificent palace, in a community of handmaiden and in a happy life.

my wife and i love each other, honour each other as guests, and live very sweet and happy lives.

one day, it came from my neighbor's houseThe cry was that the wife of my good neighbour had died and that he was sad for his wife's death.

I went to comfort him, to see his sad face, his troubled heart, his sad face, and I comforted him by saying, “Take care of yourself, and do not grieve too much for your wife's death.

May Allah make up for your loss and increase your life.” He lamented and said, “You do not know that I have only one day to live, how can I marry again and how can Allah save me?” "Friend, calm down.

You're in very good health.

Don't say anything bad." "Brother, swear to your life, tomorrow you'll lose me forever and never see me." "Why?" "Today people bury my wife, and tomorrow they'll bury me.

You probably don't know that our custom here is that when a wife dies, the husband is buried with her; similarly, when a husband dies, the wife is buried with her.

The truth is that one couple dies and the other one doesn't enjoy life.” “Swear to Allah, this is an ugly habit that no one can stand.” As I spoke to my neighbours, many came to mourn and prepare for burial.

They took a wooden box, put the dead in it, took her husband, took them to the hill by the sea, lifted a rock, threw the dead into a deep, incomprehensible pit, then tied him to my neighbour with a rough rope, and put him in a hole, while laying down a can of water and seven noodles to him.

My neighbour went down to the pit to untie the rope, and the people above took it back, and then covered the hole with a big rock, so they came home.

That's their funeral.

After attending the funeral, I lamented: “This death is too painful and unfair for Allah to die.” So I went into the palace to see the king, and I asked, "Your Majesty, why do you bury the living in this place?" “Oh, it's our custom that when one of the spouses dies, the other is buried in order that they live together, die together, and never separate.

It's a legacy of old ancestors." "If a foreigner like me dies here, do you also take me to the grave?" "Yes, you have to go into the country." After talking to the king, I was surrounded by fear, sorrow, and some of my thoughts were lost, lest my wife should die first, and I should be buried with him.

I comforted myself by saying, "Who can predict what is destined to happen? Maybe I'll die before my wife." So I worked so hard that I forgot about it.

But when the bad omens finally arrived, the wife suddenly became ill, helpless, and worked for days, and lost her hands.

As a rule, there are many locals who mourn me, and the king mourns me in accordance with their customs, and then they put my wife in a wooden box, and then they put her on the hill outside the city, and they lifted up the big stones from the pit, threw the cartons into the hole, and then everyone came to say goodbye.

I can't help but say, "I'm a foreigner.

Don't treat me like that." But they don't care what I askgrab me, force me to tie me up, put me in a can of water, seven noodles, put me in a hole, and say, "get off the rope." i didn't want to do it, so they threw the rope, covered the hole with a big rock, and grew.

the cave is beneath the foot of the mountain, and it contains numerous corpses and stinks.

at this point, i began to complain about myself: "why should i marry here and settle down?" swear to allah that this is the most unjust way to die and that it is better to drown in the sea or die in the mountains on previous occasions than to bury them alive.” i kept complaining about myself, sleeping on dead bones, waiting to die.

not long after i was hungry and thirsty, i struggled to sit up and groan, pick up bread and cold water and drink, and try to get up and walk.

i found it to be an empty cave in which rotting bodies piled up.

i found a little clean place in a corner of the cave, and it was sad to think that there were not many days to go.

and every few days we shall eat and drink, but the time shall come.

but no matter how much you save, there's only a little bit to eat.

i spent a few days in despair in my dark grave, and as i was about to die, the holes in my head suddenly sounded loud, and then the light went into the hole, and i wondered what had happened.

again, when a group of people stood at the entrance, they laid down a dead man and a crying woman, and also released food.

that woman couldn't see me, and i saw her.

when the funeral took place, the man covered the hole and dispersed, i picked up a dead man's leg bone, approached the woman quietly, beat her to the head with a bone and killed her.

she wore gold and silver, and i picked up her jewelry and ate her food, and i went back to where i was.

so i survived in the pit.

whenever a person dies outside, i kill those who are buried, take their food and sustain my life.

until one day, i woke up from a dream with a noise around me, and i thought, "what is this noise?" so i stood up on my guard, and took a dead man's leg, and went to look at it, a beast, and heard my footsteps, and fled.

and we pursued them for a while, and behold, there appeared before them a flash of light.

i walked in front of that light, and it was an exit to the outside.

and i thought, "this tunnel may have another exit, and this is probably a crack." and i thought about it for a while, and i got the courage to walk into the light and see clearly a cave where the beasts came up and ate the dead.

i found that cave, and my emotions calmed down, believing i was saved.

i struggled to climb out of the hole and stood on a mountain that was separated by the sea between cities and islands and was a rare place.

and i went into the hole to search for the rest of the food and the martyr's funeral, to put on a clean body of dead men's clothes, and then to sit on the beach waiting for the passing ship.

one day, as usual, i waited at the beach, and suddenly i found a boat passing by in the sea of the waves.

i'll take onethe dead man's white clothes were tied to a branch, raised high, moved along the coast and shouted for help, and when my cry was heard, the people on board moved in and dropped down a boat.

"who are you?" what are you doing here? how did you get here? “i'm a businessman, and unfortunately the ship sunk in distress, saved my life by a piece of wood, floating at sea.

fortunately, allah blessed him, and finally he wandered here." the sailors helped me get those treasures on the boat and took me on a big boat to see the captain.

the captain asked me, "how did you get here? there's a big city behind this mountain, and i've always been at this sea, and i've been under this mountain many times, how did you get here except for the birds and animals, who have never seen anyone before?" i told the captain what had happened to me, because i feared that the city would be among the passengers, so i did not speak about the city.

i took out some of my belongings for the captain, and i said, "you're my lifesaver, and this gift is for you, a little thanks." he refused, saying, “i will never accept any gift from anyone, and we will save anyone who is in distress.

when we arrived in doudall, we had to give the victims some gifts so that he could live.

the great allah has commanded us to do so.

thank you.

praise allah." so i arrived safely with the boat in basra, where i stayed for a few days before moving back to baghdad and meeting with my family.

when i came back safely, everyone congratulated me with joy, and i gave my help and kindness to the poor.

since then, i've had that free and free life.

this is my fourth adventure.

the navigator sinbad told the story of the fourth voyage and then said to the footman sinbad, "brother, have dinner with me.

tomorrow you come, i'll tell you the story of the fifth voyage, which is even more dangerous." so he commanded the waiter to take a hundred gold coins for the footman sinbad, and to set a feast for him and for his friends and his friends.

after dinner, the footman sinbad came home in a pleasant mood and spent the night comfortably.

the next day, smough sinbad woke up from a dream and went straight to the home of the navigator sinbad, who was still welcomed by his master.

when everyone was well fed and happy, the navigator sinbad began to talk about his fifth voyage.

the fifth voyage, my friends, my fourth trip back, made a lot of money and spent the whole day in a happy life.

the adventures of past trips have slowly been forgotten.

as the days passed, i was driven by desire, thinking of doing business abroad and visiting, and finally decided to start my fifth voyage.

i have acquired a number of valuable goods that are easily carried, packed and taken to basra.

i look forward to seeing a very well-equipped, newly built ship on the beach, and i can't help but look at it and buy it, employing a captain and a group of steamboats, full of cargo and anchoring.

everyone on boardlaughing is a sign of the future.

we have travelled endlessly through countless islands and cities.

every time we go to a city, we're going to visit, do business.

one day, our ship passed through a deserted island of the sea, with only a large white dome.

the people on board are very curious and must stop and look at the island.

all of a sudden, i think of this so-called building, which is actually a huge hawk egg, but these people don't know, they just want to see it, and they smash their eggs with stones, and they throw out a lot of liquid juice, and they rip it out, and they cut off the hawk.

i was in the boat, and i saw their actions, and i got scared, and i said, "you can't do this.

the eagle will retaliate and destroy our ship.

that's bad." late and fast, and when my voice fell, suddenly the sun was gone, and the earth was dark and the sky covered with clouds.

i looked up, and the eagle came, and its wings blocked the sun.

the eagles came back to see their eggs broken and shouted, and the females should come, and the two eagles circled in the air, screaming like thunder.

i said to the captains and sailors, "get off the boat.

it's coming down.

let's run for our lives." so the merchants raced to the ship, and the captains and sailors set sail and left the desert island.

our ship is moving fast, and everyone wants to leave the area before something happens.

but as soon as we had come, the two eagles were coming, each of them holding a stone, and circled over us.

first, the hawk pointed at our boat and threw stones.

fortunately, when the captain was flexible and turned, the rock fell in the sea beside the ship, slamming a thousand waves and almost sank it in the sea.

the female also dropped the big rock in its claws, which was hitting the rudder, smashing the tail, and then the ship fell and all the passengers and cargo sank in the sea.

i struggled for my life.

god bless me, i caught a hull and floated on the sea, and the wind pushed me to a deserted island.

i was dying, lying on the beach for a while, feeling well, and then i got up and walked.

and we found this island as a garden, with thick trees, rivers, and birds singing, and trees full of gruesome fruits and flowers.

i depend on wild fruit and water for my life.

i was on a desert island, and i didn't see anyone.

it was dark and i was lying on the floor sleeping.

and when i woke up the following morning, i went to a stream in the forest, and saw an old man sitting there with a great face, wearing trousers made of leaves.

i thought, "this old man may be one of those tourists that i'm drowning in." i went over to greet him.

he doesn't talk.

he's just giving a hand gesture and answering.

i asked him, "why are you sitting here, old man?" he shakes his head and looks sad.

he's got to take him to another river.

and i thought, "just take him back there for good." so i took him back and took him to where he was going.

here we areand i said, "older, come slowly." instead of coming down, he grabbed my neck with two legs.

when i looked at him, his feet were as thick as a buffalo hoof, and he was too tight, and i couldn't break him, and i couldn't even breathe, and my eyes were flowers, and i fell down on the ground, and i didn't know.

soon he relaxed his legs and hit me on my back and shoulder and woke me up in a coma.

i was in terrible pain, but i struggled to rise up and to swallow up his voice, and i let him ride around his neck and listen to him.

he asked me to pick him some fruit, and i slowed down, and he punched and kicked, which was worse than whipping me.

he saw me as a prisoner, riding around my neck, shit on me.

he's going to sleep with his legs tied to my neck, and i'm so sorry for having felt sorry for him.

he's not looking at me.

i'm tired and i'm in deep pain.

"i treated him well, but he abused me." swear to allah that from now on i will no longer do good.” i am in a state of misery and grief and want to die in order not to suffer.

one day i carried him to the pumpkin land, where there were plenty of dried pumpkins.

i picked the largest pumpkin, dug a hole in it, removed its guacamole, and took some grapes in it, sealed the hole and set it in the sun for a few days, made it homemade wine, drank a few drinks a day, took it away and forgot the pain.

i get drunk every time i wake up, i'm feeling better.

and one day, i drank myself, as usual, and he said, "what is this?" "it's a good drink with a strong heart." i was already a little drunk, really excited, walking around with him in the woods, singing and dancing.

he saw my exhilaration and asked me to give him a drink.

i followed his wishes and had to hand him the pumpkin bottle.

he took the rest of the wine and threw the pumpkin on the floor and smashed it.

after that, he was drunk, his eyes were drunk, he was walking to his right and left, and soon he was drunk and his muscles were loose.

he's completely out of control, he's down, he's unconscious.

so i stretched out my hand and pulled the two thighs that he was stuck to my neck and threw him on the floor.

it came so suddenly that i did not believe i had been freed from disaster.

i was afraid that he might wake up and hurt me, and then i'd find a big stone from the woods, and i'd let him hit his head, and his brains would burst and his life would burst.

this bad guy, allah won't pity him.

since then, i've been living on a deserted island, just waiting for a boat to pass, hoping i could be saved.

at that time, i was only reminiscent of what i had and what i had, and i lamented: "ah! i was given by the mighty allah, who left me to die, waiting only to return to basra to be reunited with my loved ones." in this desolate, lonely island, i look forward to it.

after a long time, one day i finally saw a boat at sea.

it's headed for the island.

it's parked by the seaThey're surrounded.

They asked me how I came to the island.

I told them about my experience and what happened to them, and they said, "The old man on your neck is called the sea man, and no one can live who he rides.

You're lucky.

Praise Allah, he gave you a new life." So bring me something to eat, give me clothes to wear and take me with you.

Our boat sailed in the open sea for several days and nights to a city called Monkey City, where the doors and windows of every house were faced with the sea.

It is said that whenever the night comes, the people of the city leave their homes and travel by boat to the sea for the night, fearing that the monkeys will come down the mountain to loot.

I'm curious.

I want to go into town.

When I come back for a swim, back to the beach, the boat is gone.

I also regret not going to the city, thinking about what happened to the apes and their companions the last time I met them, and I didn't feel sad, and I sat by the sea and cried.

Then a local came to me and said, "Sir, you look like a stranger." "Well, I'm a poor stranger.

I was a businessman on a boat overseas, passing by, visiting the city, and I came back a little late, and the boat left." "Come, stay with us at sea for the night.

If you stay in town at night, the monkey will come and hurt you." Wait till he's finished, I'm up and I'm going with him.

We rowed about a mile off the coast and spent the night.

The next morning, a boat was set aside and each returned home.

They have become so every night and every day.

There are many monkeys around Monkey City who steal fruit from orchards outside the city during the day, sleep in the mountains and come to the city in groups at night to hurt people.

I had the strangest thing in Monkey City that night, a man who spent the night with me said to me, "Sir, you're a foreigner.

Do you have a job in town?" “No, I won't do anything.

I was a businessman.

I was rich.

I hired myself a big ship, loaded with money and goods, to travel overseas and prepare to buy and sell, but I was lucky to have been saved by a ship that was in distress and in danger.

The local man listened to me and handed me a bag, saying, "This pocket is for you, take it out with the people to pick up rocks.

Come on, I'll show you to them and entrust you to them.

You learn from them, so maybe you have some money to help you go home." So we went out of town and filled our pockets with stones.

Not for a while.

Someone's coming out of town.

We went there and the man who brought me said to them, “This is a foreigner.

Take him, teach him, let him do something, keep him alive, and do good, and there will be good reward.” These people are nice to me, take me with them.

Like them, I came to a very wide valley with a bag of stones.

The valley is full of tall, unclimbable trees, with countless monkeys, who climb up to hide as soon as they see us.

The team took stones out of their pockets and kept going to the treesthe monkeys threw them, and the monkeys in the trees were very smart to imitate their movements and to pick the fruit from the trees and fight back.

so, as soon as you came, i threw it, and i looked at the fruit that the monkey threw, and it was coconuts.

learning from the partners, i chose a tall tree that crawled up with monkeys, took out stones and threw it into the trees.

the monkeys took the coconuts from the trees and threw them.

i haven't finished throwing the stones in my pocket, and the ground is full of coconuts.

and we returned with a bag full of coconuts and joy.

i found the friend who introduced me to my friends, gave him the coconut, and thanked him for his help.

he refused and said to me, "you keep these coconuts for sale, you make money, you use them." he gave me another key, saying, "the remaining coconuts can be put in the cabin, and then you'll go out with them today to collect the coconuts, sell the money, keep the money, save it, grow it, and then you'll be able to pay for the road." “thank you very much and may allah bless you.” as he said, i carry a bag of stones with my friends every day in exchange for the coconuts thrown by the monkeys.

i've been working so hard for a long time, saving a lot of coconuts, selling a lot, making a lot of money and having a happy day.

one day i went for a walk at the beach and saw a merchant boat moored at the beach.

i ran to tell the landlord i was going to take the boat home.

he said, "do your thing." i then thanked him, left, found the captain to explain the situation, then moved the coconuts and other items to the boat, left monkey city and began a voyage.

every place we go, i sell coconuts, and sometimes i trade them for goods, making a lot of money.

one day we passed a small island, where there was latin and pepper.

i used the opportunity to trade coconuts for a lot of peppers and cloves around.

then we passed one after another the island of kumar, an area of 500 miles and a large island of herbal and pearl-rich.

i exchanged coconuts for pearls from the divers, and looked at the luminous pearls, and i could not contain the joy of my heart to thank allah devoutly, saying, “god bless me, i am so lucky that i have made a lot of money this time.” i came to basra with many valuables of coconuts in exchange and stayed a few days before returning to baghdad to be reunited with my family.

the navigator sinbad, after speaking about his fifth voyage, said, “my fifth voyage is both dangerous and interesting, and now i invite you to eat.” after the meal, he still let the waiter collect 100 gold coins for the foot of sinbad.

the footman sinbad returned to his home with money and joy.

the following morning, after his morning prayers, he arrived at the home of the navigator sinbad, and when his family and friends arrived, the navigator sinbad began to talk about his sixth voyage.

the sixth voyage, as you know, i'm back on my fifth voyage, and i'm in a life of great joy, a feast, a play, and forgetting all the hardships and hardships of my journey。until one day, when i was in overstretched, suddenly there came to my house a group of merchants, servants of dust and dust.

i look at them, i look at them, i think about the fun of the old days when i came back to meet with my family, and i think about going out to do business.

so i made up my mind and took the goods and came to basra.

there was a big boat full of cargo and passengers, ready to leave, and i took the boat with them.

we've been walking around the sea, going through many towns and islands.

i've been doing business on my way, and i've been visiting and winning and enjoying my trip.

one day, the ship was sailing in peace, and the captain suddenly shouted, and then he fell off his entanglement, pulled his beard, slapped himself in the face, and cried in grief.

and he got all upset, and then he freaked out, and he said, "captain, what's going on?" “let me tell you, passengers: our ship has lost its way and has gone the wrong way, and we are sailing in an unknown sea.

if allah doesn't save us, we're all screwed.

come on, pray to god to save us." the captain said to climb to the mast and prepare to descend.

but the hurricane whistled, blew the wind cape, and the rudder was broken by waves.

the unbalanced ship drifted with waves around a mountain.

the captain sat on the deck and groaned, "only allah will bless us!" swear to allah that we will be in trouble and that we will not escape.” we were all desperate, we were all weeping, and we made a final farewell.

the ship then hit the reef, its body was crushed and all passengers and cargo landed in the sea.

almost all the people drowned, and the rest climbed to the mountains, and i climbed.

and the mountain, which was originally a terrible wasteland, was full of wrecks and creepy human bones.

all this proves that this place is often hit by ships, which are pushed ashore by the wind after sinking.

i was terrified to see the boat's victims scattered on a deserted island, and the conditions that were prevailing in my sight caused me to lose my mind and to wander around on a deserted island.

i came to the highest place by chance and found on the island a gruesome river flowing out of a hill's waist, and flowing into a hill's waist opposite it, and looking closely at both sides of the river, spreading jewels and precious ores of all kinds, glamorous sights, and the island's fragrances and dragons.

like wax, dragon saliva melts, flows to the beach, smells sweet, is eaten by whales, changes in their stomachs, comes out of their mouths, coagulates, floats on water, changes colour, shape, floats to shore, is taken away by identified passengers, traders, expensive and valuable.

the fragrance of dragons on the desert island originates in the mountains and no one can climb.

we are on a deserted island and are curious to observe the phenomena of nature and to lament and admire the work of god.

we found some food on the beach, we stored it, we ate it a day or two, and we barely sustained it.

some of them die every day, and all die of abdominal pain, and they die in weakness.

people are dying more and moreToo many, and then one and one died, and I was left alone on a deserted island.

I'm about to finish my food, and I'm sad and lonely, and I'm like, "I'm going to die and I'm going to have my friends collect my body.

I hope the great Allah will be saved." A few days later, when I was desperate, I dug a deep pit and said to myself, “I'm going to sleep and die in this pit, let the wind blow and bury my body so that no one can disguise or bury.” And then, with regret, I complained about myself, that I had been forced to leave my country five times in danger, to travel long distances, and that the journey had always been more dangerous than a trip.

At the end of the day, I woke up to confess and decided not to sail.

My life is rich, and I don't need to travel.

I'm rich enough to spend my life.

Didn't I ask for it? Am I just waiting to die? I thought, finally, an idea came up: "Ara, this river must have its origin and its end, and it must have gone to a place where people smoke.

And We should build a boat of mine, one by one, and put it in the river, and let it flow.

If it is possible to pass, it may be saved by Allah's will; if it is not possible, even if it is in the river, it is better to wait here.” So I went on to collect some of the sunken husks, working hard, and put them all at the edge of the river, and drew ropes and ropes from the broken ship, and placed them on them, and tied them up, and made two little boards of wood for oars, as a boat narrower than the riverbed.

And We collected jewels, stones, money and dragon saliva, filled with a full ship, and brought the rest of the dry grain.

And I was rowing and groaning, "Go ahead, get in danger, go straight ahead.

Stay away from home, don't mourn.

Where can the universe live? There's no need to worry, life is like a dream, disaster always ends.

Fate dominates people, and your only support is your own." And We pushed the boat into the river, and sat therein, and drifted with water for a long journey, and entered the cave, and saw nothing but darkness.

It was later drawn to a narrow area, almost inaccessible, and the boat was strangulated by river banks and rocks.

I was in a dilemma, and I was so upset.

And I thought, "If the boat can't get out, won't it be trapped in this cave?" No way.

I had to stick my face on the boat.

The boat passed through a wide area, and the boat passed through a narrow area, and followed in darkness.

I was finally beaten down by fatigue and fell into my sleep without realizing it.

When I woke up, the bright light was almost wide open.

Ah, my boat was in a big place, and I didn't know who was attached to the river.

As I looked, there were Indians and Ethiopians standing around.

They woke me up, and they were happy to talk to me, and I couldn't understand their language, and I was in a dream, and then came over here and said to me, "Brother! What are you doing? Where are you from? What are you doing here? No one's ever come here.

What's on the hillplaces?" and i said to them, "what do you do? what is this place?" “brother, we're farmers, we work here.

when i saw you sleeping in this little boat, i pulled it, tied it to the shore, and you woke up.

tell us, how did you get here?" "and allah is on top, my brother! i'm hungry.

give me something to eat, then i'll tell you." they brought me food immediately.

i've been eating and chewing, and i've come back to my spirit.

when i think of safe passage to a place where people smoke, i can only express my heartfelt praise for allah.

i'm going to tell you what i've been through.

they heard, and they said, "we have to take you to the king and tell him your story." so they led me into the palace to see the king.

when i met the king, i recounted my life and what happened.

the king was surprised and blessed.

i gave some of the jewels and the jade and dragon saliva to the king, who was very happy and considered me a guest of honour.

since then, i have lived in the palace and lived a distinguished life with superiors.

when my story came out, many people came to see me and heard me tell my amazing story.

and from them we know what is in every place.

one day, the king asked me about baghdad and about the regime of the caliphate.

i told him that the king had listened with admiration, saying, “by the oath of allah, harry is a wise man and his policy should be embraced by the people.

i envy and worship him, and i'll prepare a gift for you to bring to him." i will certainly deliver his majesty's gift to his majesty and tell him of your good government.” i was respected in the palace for a long time and lived comfort and happiness.

one day, i heard that a businessman was preparing a boat to run a business in basra, and i thought, “i'm going home with the merchants, and i miss my home.” so i rushed to see the king, and told him what i thought, and the king said, "you decide for yourself.

but with you we're very happy." “i will never forget the mercy of his majesty and his majesty.

but i ask his majesty's blessing to allow me to go home, to meet my family, and to speak with him.” when the king knew i was not staying, he entrusted me to the merchants, to prepare my luggage and entanglements, and to bring with me a noble gift to my king, khalif haruna rad.

so we bid farewell to the king, and the merchants set anchor by boat.

the journey was peaceful and safe to basra.

i stayed in basra for a few days and returned to baghdad full of treasure.

i went to the palace to present a gift and then returned to my home to be reunited with my family.

after a few days, i was summoned to the palace to ask me for details about that country.

i said to him, “swear to allah that i knew nothing about the place where that country was, but because of the ship we were in, i was on a deserted island, and in search of a way out, i built a small boat, which was in the river and drifted there ” and soi went over what happened during the journey, how i was saved, how i lived in the city, and how i was entrusted with the gift.

i was surprised to hear it, so i was given extra weight and allowed to record my affairs in history books, as a matter of history, for future generations to read.

since then, i have lived in baghdad, and i have had that kind of enjoyable life, eating and drinking, and having fun, and i've forgotten the adventures of my journey.

the navigator sinbad spoke about the sixth voyage and then said, "brothers! this is my sixth voyage, and i'll tell you about my seventh voyage tomorrow, if allah wishes.” so he commanded that the feast be held, that the guests be welcomed, and that he send the footman sinbad 100 gold.

after dinner, the family and friends were happy to leave.

the footman sinbad came home for the night with a reward and a surprise.

the next morning, the footman sinbad arrived at the home of the navigator sinbad and ate and drank with other guests.

after dinner, the navigator sinbad began to talk about the experience of the seventh voyage.

my sixth voyage came back, as in previous years, making a lot of money and living a luxury.

and after a moment of peace and joy, when i was in the middle of the earth, my heart was restless and my heart was restless, looking for a life in the open, in the face of the sea, in the business of doing business and in the knowledge of people everywhere.

so i made up my mind again, prepared a lot of cargo, packed it and brought it to basra.

there is a large ship full of cargo and merchants preparing to sail.

i got on that big boat with the merchants and i started sailing again.

we sailed smoothly, the weather was clear, the winds were quiet and the winds came to china.

when we were doing business on the boat, we were happy and suddenly the hurricane came and rained.

as we rescue the cargo, we pray and pray for allah's blessing.

the captain immediately climbed up the mast, looked around, and returned to the cabin, crying to us in despair: "a great disaster! oh, no! our ship is blown to the edge of the sea.

pray, and pray to allah." he opened the case while he was talking, took out a bag, took out a little book from it, and said, “look, my friends, this book, which contains all the strange things, tells people that whoever comes to this area will surely die, because it is the place where the sage lives, where the saint suriman is buried.

is there any bigger whale here that could swallow all the boats?" listening to the captain, we were terrified.

as soon as his voice had fallen, the ship had swung up, stormed the air for a while, fell to the sea, and we heard nothing but thunder.

people believe they're going to die soon.

suddenly, a giant whale appeared in the sea, scaring us and waiting for death to come.

at that time, two more big and fierce whales emerged in the sea, and our ships were surrounded and attacked by three ferocious large whales, which were in critical condition.

we..it's just fear.

at that time, when the storm was stronger, the waves were strong, and a big wave came, the boat finally hit the reef and smashed it, and all the people and goods landed in the sea.

i went through the wind, and as soon as i reached the sea, i took off my clothes, and i wore only one shirt, and i fought with the waves, and i swam for a while, and i grabbed a piece of the hull, and i fell on it, and let it sink in the water.

in this terrible environment of hunger and thirst, i complained to myself with one voice and lamented: "the navigator sinbad! you have been in trouble a number of times, but you have not learned the lesson, nor have you rejected the thought of the journey.

you repent, and you are not sincere.

even though you have all the wealth of your family, you will suffer because it is an insatiable punishment for you.” when my sense of reason slowly recovered, i said to myself, "it's been this voyage, and i've figured it out, and i'm never going out again." i drifted with the wind and finally drifted to a shore.

it's a big island.

once again, i was on a deserted island, looking for a way out.

later, a large river was found and the water was in a state of emergency.

i am in a position where i cannot help but recall the experience of the previous shipwreck.

and i thought, "i have to make myself a boat, like i did the last time, and maybe i can save myself.

if i can get out of this, i will now repent and change, and i will never travel by sea again.

if this law fails, it will be better to simply die and to be free of human suffering.” so we went on and found wood, and we brought forth some twigs and weeds, and weeded them, and tied them firmly to a boat.

i looked at the boat and said, "if i were saved this time, it would be allah's pity and help me, and my life should not be lost." thinking of it, i immediately pushed the boat down the river, sat inside and drifted.

my boat keeps swimming, swimming, swimming, one day, two days, three days and moving forward.

i slept in the boat.

i didn't eat a thing for three days.

i was thirsty by water.

i am overwhelmed by excessive hunger, fatigue and fear.

then he came to a mountain and went through it.

i was afraid i'd stop and jump to shore.

but the water was too fast to stop, and it was washed up into the cave, and it was only in the hands of god, and only in the hope of the great allah.

fortunately, it drifted not far, and a hole came out to an open area.

the eyelids are filled with an infinity lowland, and the water is flowing down, making a thunderbolt.

the boat was moving in the middle of the current, and i was afraid to move.

i was overwatered, i couldn't move, i was in a critical situation and i was lucky to end up near a big city with beautiful buildings and dense people.

the people on the shore saw me on the boat, drifted down in a rush to take out ropes and nets and rescue me to the shore.

i fell to the ground as soon as i arrived on the shore, hungry and tired, and thanks to their first aid, i slowly woke up.

then an old man, who was very kind, took care of me, took off his clothes and clothed me, took me to the bathhouse in the city for a bath, drink sweet drinks, and took me to his house, where i was treated with a good meal.

i've had enough to eat and drinkAnd bring me hot water to wash my hands, and then the elderly man commands me to pack up a side room, to live for me, and to keep the handmaiden to me.

After three days, I almost recovered.

On the fourth day, the elder came to me and said to me, "Boy, you're well! Praise Allah, he has made you safe! Now, do you want to go to the market with me, sell your goods, then buy something else?" I was asked by him, "Where did I get the goods?" Why would he say that?" And the elders said to me, "Boy, don't worry, come with me to the market.

See if someone buys your goods at the right price and sells them; if they don't sell, they will stay in my storage room until the price increases.” I thought about it for a moment, and I thought in private, "Just do what he says and see what it is." I followed the old man to the market with all my doubts.

When they came to the market, they only saw the boat which I had taken, and the wood which had been made was a clover, set there.

Only when the merchants competed to buy the clover, the price rose to 1,000 gold coins, and it stabilized.

The elders turned to me and said, "Listen, son, this is the price of the current situation.

Would you like to get rid of it?" "Older, please decide." "Boy, I'm gonna give you an extra hundred gold in these clover.

Will you sell it to me?" "Okay, I'll sell it to you." The elders immediately asked their servants to take the clover home and put it in the storeroom.

I sat with him for a while, and he paid me the gold and lent me a box of money to put it in, lock it up and give it to me for safekeeping.

Soon after, the old man said to me, "Boy, I have something to talk to you about, and I want you to follow me." “Alas, I have passed over my plaids and have no children on my knees, and there is only one daughter whom I intend to give you as a wife, so that you may live together.

From now on, my property and position will be inherited by you.” I don't know how to answer that.

I can't say anything.

The elders went on to say, "Boy, I'm good for you.

If you do, I'll treat you like a son and leave everything in my hands to you.

It's up to you to do business later or go home.

“Swear to Allah, old man, you are more than my father, and it is up to you to decide, and I will listen to you.” The elders instructed the servants to bring judges and witnesses, to write a marriage book, to marry my daughter as wife and to have a solemn wedding.

The night of the candles in the cave, the bride was very well-dressed, and my bride had the face of a month of shame, and the face of a geese sank, and she was a beautiful woman.

We have lived happily and sweetly together since we met and loved each other.

Then his father-in-law passed away, and We formally inherited his inheritance.

The merchants also chose me to take over his position, and any business transaction must be made with my approval, so I met with people in the city.

It's been a whileI found a secret of them, and each month they had an abnormal physical change: at the beginning of each month, they had two wings on them and flew up, swimming in the air, leaving only women and children in the city.

I was puzzled and curious and thought, "At the beginning of next month, find someone to ask and ask, maybe they'll take me to fly." I waited and waited, and at the beginning of the month, I brought in a townman who said, "And Allah is up, take me up with you, and bring me back." "No, that's impossible." He immediately refused.

I begged, he reluctantly agreed.

And We ride on the shoulder of such a person without the knowledge of his family, and follow them to the sky, running straight towards the night, and hear the praise of Allah by the angels.

I was drunk in joy, and I said out loud, "Glory Allah! Thank Allah!" As we had just finished, the sound of the "blowing" had only been seen in the sky flashing flames and almost burned on fellow citizens.

And they fled with fear, and fell upon the top of a mountain.

They all complained and blamed me, saying that it was not right for me to shout in the heaven that they would leave me and leave me alone in the desert.

And I said, "It's my bad luck and I'm in trouble again."