|Curl up with this book for
fun and enlightenment.
Laina Farhat-Holzman, a former professor of World History and Islamic
Civlization, was married for many years to an Iranian whose mother
became very close to her. During a long visit, the two women began
to share fairy tales and folk tales with each other for fun. Farhat-Holzman
translated the Iranian tales and packed them away until recently.
These stories, told to her aristocaratic mother-in-law by an illiterate
nanny and servants, reveal much about the nature of everyday Persian
life, values, and daydreams. They range from dreamy to unny and
often wicked. They are definitely not for young children. They reveal
the nature of a people who know how to get around tyranny.
Tales of Lies.
- The Thorn Gatherer.
- The Hermaphrodite.
Tales About Wives
- The Slave Who Lied But Once a Year.
- The Three Lies.
Stupidity and Ill-Breeding
- Nanneh Fattah
- First Things First
- The Three Sisters.
Magic and Transformations
- Agha Bozorg.
- Baba Chogandar.
Violations of Trust
- Malek Ebrahim
- The Enchanted Lake
- Hassan Kachal
- The Moon-browed Maiden.
- The Unrighteous Magistrate
Excerpt: The Thorn Gatherer
Once there was (and once there wasnt) a poor thorn gatherer
who sold his wares to the town bakers to fuel their ovens. His earnings
were so meager that he and his wife scarcely had bread and cheese
to eat. One day, his wife, Leela, asked that he try to earn a bit
more money so that she might go to the bathhouse; she hadnt
gone for over a month. He worked longer hours so that, little by
little, sufficient money was accumulated.
With the coins in her purse, Leela rose early to go to the bath,
not knowing that on that day, the bath was barred to all but an
important patron: the wife of the kings astrologer. In her
eagerness, the poor woman took no note of the emptiness of the bathhouse.
She undressed, started to bathe, and, while singing merrily in the
bath, was interrupted by the proud woman who had Leelas little
bundle of clothes cast into the mud and Leela, herself, half-washed,
Bitterly, Leela returned home to wait for her husband. Upon recounting
her experience, she declared in great anger: "Either you learn
to become an astrologer or I will leave you!"
He protested, but when she insisted, his love for her prevailed.
With no further ado, he sold the tools of his trade and bought those
of an astrologer. At his wifes suggestion, he established
himself on a straw mat near the same little bathhouse where his
wife had been humiliated. He answered the little homely questions
put to him well, and soon began to earn a fair living.
One day, when the palace bathhouse was undergoing repair, the Shahs
daughter engaged the neighborhood bath for her private use. As she
disrobed, she handed her diamond necklace to a doddering old bath
attendant for safekeeping. The attendant, her services needed elsewhere,
looked for a place to deposit the jewels. Glancing about, she found
a scrap of paper in which she wrapped the necklace, secreted the
package in a hole in the wall, and blocked the hole with a handful
of hair salvaged from the floor.
After the princess had been scrubbed to a pink and rosy shine,
she asked for the necklace, but the befuddled attendant couldn't
remember where she had put it. The bath was searched, to no avail.
For several days, the irate princess sent a messenger to the bath
to inquire, and when the jewels still hadnt turned up, the
staff was given one more day to produce the jewels or face imprisonment.
The Royal Astrologer himself had been consulted, but his suggestions
came up to naught. In despair, one attendant suggested that the
old woman consult the new astrologer who practiced near the bath,
and in her haste, the old woman snatched up her chaddor-cloak and
clutched it about her nude body--as bath attendants often do when
on brief errands outside the bath. Squatting before the astrologer,
she sobbed out her story and asked him to say what he could see.
Not knowing what to tell her, he looked about in embarrassment,
and at length, when she pressed him again to tell her what he could
see, he describe d the one thing his eyes chanced upon as she squatted
before him. "I see," he said distractedly, "a hole
with hair on it."
"Ah, may I be your sacrifice!" she wept joyfully, recalling
the location of the jewels. "That is where I put them, in a
hole with hair on it!"