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After more than a year of this, Ali Sa firmly followed his father's deathbed instruction, just as his father wanted him to, every day in a regular shift to the shop, devoted himself to buying and selling. He never goes out and leads an ascetic life. But the good times did not last long, and as time went on, the idle and idle young men in the neighbourhood, who coveted Ali Sa's money, tried to approach him, trying to gain advantage from him.

Ali Sa has been doing business for more than a year, both in terms of experience, insight and experience are getting richer day by day. Gradually he forgot his father's last words and began not to take them seriously. Therefore, he fell in with a gang of bad guys, under their temptation to go to the tavern and tea shop all day long, gambling, drinking has become a common thing in him. Ali Sa behaved quite differently now than he had at the time of his father's death. He had the audacity to say, "I am too young to enjoy my father's fortune. When shall I enjoy it? You know what the poet said:

Pick the flowers when they are in bloom,

Otherwise only empty sigh to the dead branches.

Yes, I should be enjoying my possessions and money as the poet sings."

So Ali Sa lived, day and night, with the gang of evil friends, a life of extravagance and extravagance. Before long, this degenerate life of eating, drinking and playing games cost him a lot of money. Rather than alerting him to the lack of cash, Ali Sa doubled down, pawning or selling all the houses and shops his father had left behind for money that he and his fair-weather friends could spend on.

Ali Sa's family business was falling apart. Finally, one day, he found himself as poor as a dog. Only one suit of clothes still belonged to him. Then he finally woke up. He could not help feeling ashamed of what he had done in the preceding period. From then on, his life was poor, and he did not know where to eat the next meal. One day, Ali Sa, who had not eaten a bite from morning till night, was so hungry that he decided to go to the friends who had used his money to make merry, to eat, to eat, and to have fun, that they would treat him to a meal.

So Ali Sa, full of hope, hurried to find the fair-weather friends with whom he had been close. All through the town, he was rejected by every one of his friends; no one paid him any attention; no one avoided him. After half a day of hurrying, Ali Sa had not eaten a bite. He was still hungry. At this time, Ali Sa, for the first time to feel the world's cold and warm, could not help but frustrated, angry. In desperation, he swallowed his hunger and dragged his tired legs back one step at a time. Imperceptibly came to the market, he saw a large group of people around, bustling, very lively. Ali Sa was surprised to see this. 'What's wrong?' he thought. Why are so many people in a big pile? By Allah, I must go and see what is the matter?"

Pushing his way into the crowd, he looked in and saw that a beautiful girl had been brought to market for sale. The young girl was ruddy, slender, and pretty, and she was one of the rare beauties in the world. A poem in praise of a beautiful woman is written like the woman herself:

She stands up to the most critical scrutiny,

The body is light and moderate, with a full waist.

Her beautiful figure captured the imagination,

It also makes women jealous and resentful.

Her face was as bright as the full moon,

The soft body is swaying like the flower in the wind.

Her body radiates a musky fragrance,

All the flowers in the world could not compete with her.

Her figure is unbeatable,

Every minute of every inch is a bright moon, eye-catching.