Story of Aladdin and the Magic Lamp. Hi visitors! After sharing some short story entitle Abunawas the Judge Message, Roro Jonggrang, Story of Javanese Letters and others, here another nice story that I share for getting pleasure entitle Aladdin and the Magic Lamp. This story is the first part (part 1) from the total of three parts. Let’s follow the story.
Once there lived a poor tailor, who had a son named Aladdin. He was a careless and idle boy who would do nothing but used to play all days in the streets with other idle boys like himself. This so grieved the father that he died; yet, in spite of his mother’s tears and prayers, Aladdin did not mend his ways.
One day, when he was playing in the streets as usual, a stranger closed to him and asked him his age, and if he were not the son of Mustafa, the tailor.
“I am, sir,” replied Aladdin, “but he had passed away years ago.” On this the stranger, who was actually a famous African magician, fell on his neck and kissed him, saying: “I am your uncle, and knew you from your likeness to my brother. Go to your mother and tell her I am coming.”
Aladdin ran home, and told his mother of his newly found uncle. His name was Jafar. “Indeed, my son,” she said, “your father had a brother, but I always thought he was dead.” He said, “Sister, why don’t you let Aladdin come and work for me?” They agreed and the magician took Aladdin along with him. They walked in the desert and at last they came to two mountains divided by a narrow valley.
“We will go no farther,” said the false uncle. “I will show you something wonderful; only do you gather up sticks while I kindle a fire.”
When it was lit the magician threw on it a powder he had about him, at the same time saying some magical words. The earth trembled a little and opened in front of them, disclosing a square flat stone with a brass ring in the middle to raise it by. Aladdin tried to run away, but the magician caught him and gave him a blow that knocked him down.
“What have I done, uncle?” he said piteously; whereupon the magician said more kindly: “Fear nothing, but obey me. Beneath this stone lies a treasure which is to be yours, and no one else may touch it, so you must do exactly as I tell you.”
“Go down,” said the magician; “at the foot of those steps you will find an open door leading into three large halls. Tuck up your gown and go through them without touching anything, or you will die instantly. These halls lead into a garden of fine fruit trees. Walk on till you come to a niche in a terrace where stands a lighted lamp. Pour out the oil it contains and bring it to me.”
He drew a ring from his finger and gave it to Aladdin, bidding him prosper.
“Make haste and give me the lamp.” This Aladdin refused to do until he was out of the cave. The magician flew into a terrible passion, and throwing some more powder on the fire, he said something, and the stone rolled back into its place.
Actually the magician was not uncle of Aladdin’s, but a cunning magician who had read in his magic books of a wonderful lamp, which would make him the most powerful man in the world. Though he alone knew where to find it, he could only receive it from the hand of another. He had picked out the foolish Aladdin for this purpose, intending to get the lamp and kill him afterwards.
For two days Aladdin remained in the dark, crying and lamenting. At last he clasped his hands in prayer, and in so doing rubbed the ring, which the magician had forgotten to take from him. Immediately an enormous and frightful genie rose out of the earth, saying: “What do you need from me? I am the Slave of the Ring, and will obey you in all things.”
Aladdin fearlessly replied: “Deliver me from this place!” Whereupon the earth opened, and he found himself outside. As soon as his eyes could bear the light he went home, but fainted on the threshold. When he came to himself he told his mother what had passed, and showed her the lamp and the fruits he had gathered in the garden, which were in reality precious stones. He then asked for some food.
“Alas! Child,” she said, “I have nothing in the house, but I have spun a little cotton and I will go and sell it.”
Aladdin bade her keep her cotton, for he would sell the lamp instead. As it was very dirty she began to rub it, that it might fetch a higher price. Instantly a hideous genie appeared, and asked what she would have. She fainted away, but Aladdin, snatching the lamp, said boldly: “Fetch me something to eat!”
The genie returned with a silver bowl, twelve silver plates containing rich meats, two silver cups, and two bottles of wine. Aladdin’s mother, when she came to herself, said: “Whence comes this splendid feast?” “Ask not, but eat,” replied Aladdin.
So they sat at breakfast till it was dinner-time, and Aladdin told his mother about the lamp. She begged him to sell it, and have nothing to do with devils.
“I am sorry, Mom. I can’t do it.” said Aladdin, “since chance has made us aware of its virtues, we will use it and the ring likewise, which I shall always wear on my finger.” When they had eaten all the genie had brought, Aladdin sold one of the silver plates, and so on till none were left. He then had recourse to the genie, who gave him another set of plates, and thus they lived for many years.
From this Aladdin and his mother lived better and better.
To be continued . . . .None found.