Story of Aladdin beginning…
When Aladdin found himself buried alive, he called out to his uncle a thousand times, promising to give him the lamp, but he could no longer be heard, and there he remained in darkness. At last, after giving some release to his tears, he went down to the bottom of the vault to seek light from the garden he had just crossed, but the door leading to it, which had opened by magic, had now been conjured shut. He groped ahead of him, right and left, but the door was gone, and his tears returned as he sat on the step, and he lost hope of ever seeing the light again. Soon, he thought, he would slip from this darkness into the shadows of death.
Aladdin spent two days in this state, without eating or drinking. On the third day, as he considered his inevitable death, he submitted to God, and, joining his hands in prayer, he said “There is no might and no power except with God!”
As he held his hands together, he inadvertently rubbed the ring which the magician had slipped onto his finger and whose power he still did not know. At that moment an enormous jinni with fearsome eyes rose up from the earth until it filled the vault, and said these words to Aladdin: “What is your command? I am here to obey you as your slave, and the slave of all those who wear the ring, I and the other slaves of the ring.”
Aladdin might have been struck silent by such a vision, but now, concerned only with the danger, he was in, he replied without hesitation: “Whoever you are, get me out of this place if such is your power.” At once the earth parted and he found himself outside, precisely at the spot where the magician had led him. Aladdin, who had spent so long in the darkest gloom, struggled at first to face
the light of day. When his eyes adapted to the glare, he was amazed to see no opening in the earth and could not understand how he had been so swiftly ejected from its bowels. Only by the traces of burnt brushwood could he mark the spot where the vault had been.
Turning toward the city, he caught sight of it among its outlying gardens, found the path they had walked, and followed it back, thanking God all the while for returning him to the world he thought he had left for good. He reached the city and staggered home, but the joy of seeing his mother again conspired with the effects of his fast, and he fainted. His mother, who had already wept over his death, did all she could to revive him. When at last he came around, he said he had been hungry for three days, and his mother brought him what she had, warning him not to eat too fast in case he harmed himself.
Aladdin followed his mother’s advice: he ate slowly and drank in proportion, and when he finished, he said: “Mother, I could take you to task for abandoning me so easily to the mercy of a man who wanted to destroy me, and who is so sure of his success that as I speak to you now, he must be convinced that I have either lost my life or will lose it by morning. But you believed he was my uncle, and I had no reason to doubt it. What else were we to think of a man who covered me in gifts and promises? Yet you must know, Mother, that he is nothing but a traitor and a wretch. His favors were only a means to get rid of me without exciting our suspicion. I can assure you that nothing I did gave him the slightest reason to mistreat me. You will be of the same opinion when I tell you all that I have suffered since we parted.”
Aladdin began to relate to his mother what had happened since Friday when the magician had taken him to see the palaces and gardens outside the city, and all that took place on the way until they reached the point between the mountains where the magician was to carry out his deed how, with a little oil on the fire and a muttered spell, the earth had parted to reveal a vault, which led down to a fathomless treasure. He made sure to mention the blow he had received from the magician, who, having softened a little, had lured him, with promises and the ring on his finger, into the vault. He was careful to report everything he had seen as he crossed and recrossed the three rooms, the garden, and the alcove where he had found the magic lamp.
He showed her the lamp and the fruits he had gathered in the garden. These fruits were precious stones, which shone like the sun even in the bright room, but Aladdin’s mother knew no more about such things than her son. She had grown up in poverty and had never had any jewels, nor seen them worn by friends, so it is no wonder that she saw little use in them, besides the pleasure they gave the
eye with their many colors.
Aladdin completed his story by relating how, when he returned to the mouth of the vault, ready to step out of it, as he refused to give his uncle the lamp he wanted, the vault had closed over in an instant by the power of the oil the magician had thrown on the fire, which he had been careful to keep alive, and of the words, he had spoken. But Aladdin could not go on without faltering: in tears, he described the misery he suffered from the moment he found himself buried alive until he was returned to the world thanks to his ring. “You know the rest,” he said. “Such were my adventures, and the dangers I faced since you saw me last.”
Aladdin’s mother sat patiently through his astonishing story without interrupting. At those moments, however, where the magician’s treachery was most apparent, she could not help but give voice to her outrage, and as soon as Aladdin had finished, she flung a thousand curses on the impostor, calling him a traitor, a wretch, a barbarian, a murderer, a cheat, a sorcerer, and an enemy of the human race.
“Yes, my son, a sorcerer. The traffic in spells, the devil’s trade. Praise be to God, who did not let the magician’s wickedness get the better of you! You must thank Him well for that grace. You would not be alive today had you not remembered Him and begged for His help.” She said many more things, never straying far from the hatred she bore for the magician, but as she spoke, she noticed that Aladdin, who had not slept in three nights, needed to rest.
She put him to bed, and retired herself soon after.
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