1001 Nights

This is the story from thousands of years ago about a king who was the emperor of the Persian Empire. His name was Emperor Shahryar, and he ruled over the entire world. Every king bowed his head before him, and no one dared to disobey Shahryar’s command. But Emperor Shahryar had one great weakness — his wife, the queen of the Persian Empire. It is said that Shahryar loved his wife deeply and respected her greatly.

One day, when Shahryar returned to his palace, he was told that his beloved wife had betrayed him. This single piece of news shattered Shahryar completely, and in his rage, he killed his wife with his own hands. Yet even after killing her, his anger did not subside. Because of her betrayal, Shahryar began to hate every woman in the world. To him, all women seemed deceitful.

In his fury, he ordered his prime minister: “From now on, every night I will marry a virgin girl, and by morning, I will kill her. If even for one night you fail to carry out my command, I will have your head cut off.”

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second part

Here’s the English translation of the second part:

Now, Shahryar’s prime minister was a very noble man, and he himself did not want to do such a cruel thing. But disobeying the emperor’s command was equal to inviting his own death. So, every night the minister was forced to drag a virgin girl from her home and present her before the king, and by morning that girl would be killed.

This did not happen for just one or two nights, but for thousands of nights. Every morning, Emperor Shahryar killed innocent girls. Because of this, the entire empire grew weary of him and began to hate him. Yet Shahryar felt no regret at all. After killing thousands of girls, slowly a time came when there were no girls left in the city. Finally, one day, not a single virgin girl remained.

The minister tried hard, searching everywhere in the city, but he could not find anyone. At last, he returned home. There, his two daughters were waiting for him — both of them virgins. The minister told his daughters the whole story and explained that tonight would be his last night alive, because now Shahryar would not spare him. Hearing this, the elder daughter, Scheherazade, said: “No, this will not happen. I will not let it happen. Send me to the king.”

The minister was shocked and said: “What are you doing? What are you saying? Shahryar will kill you at dawn.” But Scheherazade replied: “No, the king will not kill me.” The minister tried to persuade her, but she did not listen. Finally, to save her father’s life, Scheherazade went to the emperor’s palace that night.

As always, Shahryar and Scheherazade were married. Before dawn, the king asked Scheherazade: “Tell me, before you die, what is your last wish?” Scheherazade replied: “I have only one wish. I have a younger sister who loves me dearly, and she cannot sleep at night unless I tell her a story. Before I die, I want to tell her one last story.”

Hearing this, Shahryar laughed and said: “Alright, call your sister.” Scheherazade’s younger sister, Dunyazad, ran to her and said: “Where were you? Why didn’t you tell me a story?” Scheherazade lifted her sister, sat her beside her, and said: “Let me tell you a story.”

Scheherazade began narrating a tale to her sister, while the emperor sat nearby, listening attentively. The story continued through the night, and as dawn approached, the time of Scheherazade’s execution drew near. Just as the story reached its climax, the morning arrived, and the king’s executioners knocked on the door to kill her.

At that moment, Scheherazade stopped telling the story. The king asked: “What happened? Why did you stop? I want to know what happens next.” Scheherazade replied: “No, I will tell you the rest tomorrow night.” By then, Shahryar was so engrossed in the story that, for the first time in years, he stopped the executioners and said: “Wait. I will give this girl one more night so she can finish her story.”The next night Scheherazade started her story again from the same place. The story went on and the king liked it very much. But when morning came close, the executioners knocked on the door again. Scheherazade stopped the story and said: “I will tell the rest tomorrow night.” The king gave her one more night.

In this way, every night Scheherazade started a new story, and when the story reached its peak, morning came and she stopped. Every time, the king gave her one more night.

Among those nights, once Scheherazade told the king a story that is alive even today — the story of a young boy Aladdin and his lamp, which we know today as “Aladdin.” In those nights, Scheherazade also told the emperor the story of Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves, which is still so famous that the biggest company in China is named Alibaba. In this way Scheherazade’s stories continued, nights passed, and every night the king gave her one more day. After one thousand nights, Scheherazade told the king her last story. The king said: “What happened? Tell me another story.” But Scheherazade said: “No, today all my stories are finished.” And when morning came and the executioner entered again, the king had changed so much because of Scheherazade’s stories that after thinking a little he said: “I forgive Scheherazade, and from today Scheherazade is not only mine but the queen of the whole Persian Empire.” After one thousand nights the king forgave Scheherazade. That is why this story is called One Thousand and One Nights.