In the great city of Damascus there once lived a young merchant’s son named Ali Shar. His parents had died, leaving him a fine house and a purse heavy with gold, but he was careless with both. He spent his days in the markets listening to music and his nights in merriment, until his fortune shrank like a candle burning low.
One evening, while strolling through a quieter quarter of the city, Ali Shar came upon a small auction of slaves. Among the servants and attendants stood a young woman veiled in green silk, her eyes like dark water. She raised her gaze to his, and in that instant he felt a pull stronger than any he had known. The auctioneer announced her name: Zumurrud, meaning “emerald.”
Ali Shar bid recklessly, offering the last of his wealth. When the hammer fell, Zumurrud stepped forward and whispered, “Do not fear poverty. If you trust me, I shall make us rich.” Surprised, he led her home.
Zumurrud proved as clever as she was beautiful. She embroidered silks with such skill that merchants competed to buy her work, and soon the household thrived again. But she asked one thing of Ali Shar: never sell me, no matter the offer. He swore it gladly.
Yet envy grows where happiness blooms. A greedy slave-dealer, learning of Zumurrud’s talent, plotted to steal her. One hot night he bribed a servant, slipped into the house, and spirited her away while Ali Shar slept.
The Journey of Zumurrud
The dealer carried Zumurrud across deserts until they reached a distant kingdom where the old king had just died, leaving no heir. By ancient custom, the new ruler would be chosen in a curious way: a jeweled crown would be set upon the city gate, and the first person it touched when the sun rose would be hailed as sovereign.
At dawn Zumurrud, who had escaped her captor during the night, sought refuge near that very gate. When the rays of morning struck the crown, it tipped forward and landed upon her head. The crowd gasped. “The will of fate!” they cried, for none dared challenge the sign.
Zumurrud, quick of mind, disguised her voice and clothing, declaring herself a young king traveling in secret. She was crowned and began to rule wisely, hiding her identity behind robes and a veil of command. Under her guidance the kingdom prospered; justice flourished, and merchants and farmers alike praised their mysterious monarch.
Ali Shar’s Wanderings
Meanwhile Ali Shar awoke to find his beloved gone. Stricken, he sold what little remained and set out to search every caravan route, wandering from city to city. Months turned to a year. At last he reached the realm of the “young king” whose fairness was famed across the deserts.
Penniless and weary, Ali Shar entered the capital and stood among those seeking audience. When Zumurrud, seated on the throne, saw him from behind her veil, her heart leapt—but she kept her composure. She ordered that the traveler be welcomed and given a fine meal.
That night she sent for him privately. When they were alone she cast aside her royal cloak and spoke his name. Astonishment and joy overcame him. They embraced, their long trial ended.
The next morning Zumurrud revealed the truth to her subjects. Rather than anger, the people rejoiced, for they loved their just ruler and welcomed Ali Shar as king alongside her.
And so the merchant’s son who had squandered his fortune found lasting wealth not in gold, but in loyalty and love. Zumurrud, the emerald-hearted, ruled for many years, her wisdom a legend told wherever desert winds carry stories.
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