Title: The Tale of Anasul Wujudi and His Beloved Alwardi Fil Akmam
Once upon a time, in a kingdom renowned for its prosperity and royalty, there ruled a great king. King Sulaiman Shah was known far and wide for his virtues and just rule. Among his loyal advisors was a man named Ibrahimu, who had a daughter of exceptional beauty and character. This young woman was named Alwardi, and she possessed a rare combination of artistic talent and linguistic skills. She was also known to indulge in music and sports, often engaging in lively discussions with her friends.
Alwardi’s exceptional talents earned her much acclaim, and the people often composed songs in her praise, as the following lines convey:
“I went to her with the Turks,
Even the Arabs did not allow it.
She draws my attention to her,
She says that I will not be a joke to her.
I told her my life is revenge for you,
Don’t you know that time is not new?
If today you are not shining,
Tomorrow will not be what you say.”
The very mention of her name, Alwardi, resonated with her beauty and charismatic presence, drawing the king’s attention due to her exceptional allure.
Every year, King Sulaiman Shah organized a grand gathering, where the people gathered to partake in various sports, exercises, and merrymaking. On one such occasion, as the festivities were in full swing, Alwardi spotted a handsome young man among the palace guards, unlike anyone she had ever seen before. He was impeccably dressed, possessed a striking countenance, a captivating smile with bright, white teeth, and a charming presence. With a long neck and broad shoulders, his demeanor was irresistible. Alwardi could not tear her gaze away from him and found herself captivated. She inquired of her mother, “Who is that handsome young man?”
Her mother, somewhat perplexed, asked, “Which one do you mean?”
“Then allow him to pass by here, and I shall point him out to you,” Alwardi said, aiming to convey her admiration.
She plucked an apple and tossed it toward the young man, who promptly looked up, catching the fruit mid-air. His gaze met Alwardi’s, and their eyes locked like the moon amidst the darkest night. It was a mutual, enchanting moment, with both unable to take their eyes off one another. The young man, now identified as Anasul Wujudi, was as smitten as Alwardi. He expressed his feelings through verses, singing:
“You threw your bow at me,
An arrow shot me at the sight of you.
Was it your gaze that slew me through the window,
Or the arrow you released at me?”
Upon the conclusion of the festivities, Alwardi inquired of her mother, “What is the name of the young man I showed you?”
Her mother replied, “His name is Anasul Wujudi.”
Alwardi felt her heart aflame with the spark of affection and sang:
“The one who saw you never left,
O beautiful Anasul Wujudi.
I saw his face at the gathering,
He became a radiant moon.
His presence enlivened the crowd,
Bestowing joy upon the assembly.”
The young girl’s mother noticed the exchange and, sensing her daughter’s affection for Anasul Wujudi, gently admonished her, counseling her to keep such matters private. Alwardi realized that love was not to be shared carelessly and resolved to keep her emotions to herself. Yet, her mother, acting as both advisor and confidante, assured Alwardi that she would assist her discreetly. Love, she explained, was a secret treasure, which, when shared in private, could flourish. Thus, the mother expressed her willingness to convey messages between the two lovers, hoping to aid their affection. To this proposal, Alwardi hesitated but acknowledged the wisdom of her mother’s words.
Subsequently, Alwardi’s mother had a dream in which a man encouraged her to facilitate a secret relationship between Alwardi and Anasul Wujudi, promising that it would bring great benefits. Alwardi, upon hearing her mother’s dream, considered the matter carefully.
She decided to test her mother’s sincerity by crafting a message and slipping it under her pillow, without revealing her intentions to anyone. When her mother discovered the note, she grasped the depth of her daughter’s feelings for Anasul Wujudi. Realizing the sincerity of her daughter’s emotions, the mother accepted her role as an intermediary, believing that love’s secrets should be kept hidden and that her assistance would lead to many blessings.
[Please note that this revised text provides a more coherent and clear narrative while retaining the essence of the original story.]