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J Bananas:
Kinda like Trading Places with Eddie Murphy, god everyone's trying to bite him now. Word tho I like this tale it's an old hierarchy for many of today's stories.

TraceOneInfinite:

--- Quote from: J Bananas on April 25, 2005, 04:40:33 PM ---Kinda like Trading Places with Eddie Murphy, god everyone's trying to bite him now. Word tho I like this tale it's an old hierarchy for many of today's stories.

--- End quote ---

thanks for reading... btw, it is based on a true story from the 14th cent.

TraceOneInfinite:
Part 3

Bubbacar, however, did not leave completely empty handed.  There was one peice of jewelry that he allowed himself to keep, it was his favorite gift, and it had been given to him on behalf of the people of Alexandria who were gratefully appreciated the compassionate way in which he ruled the city.  He was able to have it sewed up on the inside of his garments, before being removed from Alexandria by the servants of the Caliph of Baghdad.   

Also, prior to his removal from office, a notable poet of Cairo had set off for the city of Alexandria, in an effort to read Bubbacarr a new poem he had written.  But by the time he reached the city of Alexandria, Bubbacar had already been wisked away from the city, and the vitueous poet asked the people of the city about his whereabouts.  He was given word of the remote desert in which the former Amir had been left to rott away in poverty.  This poet, did not frown at the sad news, and he renewed his determination and headed in the direction of the remote desert, determined to complete the task in which he had set out for.

to be continued.......

TraceOneInfinite:
Part 4...

Bubbacar, after suffering the loss of his eyes, was wasting away in the poverty of a desert on the outskirts of Egypt.  It was there the poet would find him, offering just one simple request, that he be aloud to recite the poem in which he had planned for the former governer (Amir) of Alexandria. 

"What use is there in my hearing it, I am nobody" said Bubbacarr, consumed with the sadness of his destitute condition.

"While I was in Cairo, I made my intentions with Allah, that I must sing your praises in an ode, and I how could I ever resign from completing such a duty?  All I want," said the poet, "is that you should hear it; as for the gift, you have given to others, and that lavishly--Allah may reward you with good."

"Go on then," said he, and the poet recited:

Bubbacar, the fruitful to bestow, by Egypt's Nile alights;
Let high the golden tide overflow, since sea with sea unites.

When he came to the end of the ode, Bubbacarr said to him, unpick this piece of sewing.  Upon recovering the hidden jewels, the poet tried to refuse the gift, but Bubbacar was defiant.  The poet demanded that Bubbacar keep the jewels with him, for it was the only marketable good he had left to provide provision for himself.  'Without it you may die soon of starvation'.---'To all is an appointed term' Bubbacar replied, and with that the poet took the jewelry back to the bazaars of Egypt.

The poet was stopped upon his return, and some travelling servants of the Caliph questioned the poet, "that is only the jewels befitting of a Caliph!  We must bring you with us to Baghdad and inquire with the Caliph upon the whereabouts of this gift."

Upon being brought infront of the Caliph, the poet explained in beautiful discourse, his journey, the gift, and the condition of the deposed Amir of Alexandria.

The Caliph was overcome with sympathy and sadness for the affairs of Bubbacar.  He immediately repented for his great sins and transgressions.   He demanded that Bubbaccar be brought before him, and he granted to the aging Bubbacar any wish he desired.  Bubbacar only desired some provision for himself and his family and that he spend his last days amongst the beautiful people of Alexandria.  His wishes were fullfilled, and after his death, his wealth was passed down to his dependants until they too died of old age.

THE END.

rafsta:
you dont get much more noble and humble than that...

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