Written by: Abdo Ali Al-Fahd

The moon rose and he was able to see. He saw it clean, and whenever he took a step, it creaked. As if it had just been swept by human brooms. Grandfather, grandfather, we will not let you sleep before you tell us a story. Yes, my grandchildren. Bring my coffee. Hamad praised him, and the Prophet prayed, then said: I will tell you a story from the time of the Tatars. The story of [[Zanqal the drummer]]. Goodness was his destination and justice his goal. Ghosts supported him. Spirits compared him. After the knights gathered around him, he demonstrated his power and established his kingdom. He is Zanqal, the youngest of his brothers. His night did not reach his day. His father died when he was in the prime of his youth. He asked his mother: Did my father leave behind anything that we can use to help us through time? Here, here is the key to the storehouse. He entered and found a drum and next to it a coil of rope. He carried it and walked, a land that feeds and a land that reveals. His strength failed, his feet faltered, and darkness overtook him. He squeezed into a tree trunk to sleep. At night, a flash of lightning flashed. He looked around and spotted a cave under a high mountain. He hurried up to it, eager to enter, and smelled an unfamiliar species. The moon rose, and he was able to look in. He saw that it was clean, and every step he took in it creaked, as if it had just been swept with human brooms. He placed the drum at its bottom, then climbed a groove in its cavity. He heard the creak of a door opening, and two young men descended. White-bodied dwarves, barefoot and naked, their hair falling to their feet. One of them said, “Where are we going?” He replied, “We will hunt this evening, crush bones and suck blood.” Then they lay face down and rolled in the dirt. Suddenly, they became two wild beasts of the jungle: a crouching lion and a twitching leopard. Then they set off quickly, in different directions. After a while, they returned, dragging two corpses: a man and a woman, whom they placed against the door. They rolled in the dirt again, and again, they were young men with their noses cut off. Zanqal’s body shuddered, so he bent his feet and tied them with the rope, and some pebbles fell onto the drum. It made a loud noise and clatter. The cave echoed again and again. The two disappeared in the blink of an eye. Zenin heard a groan and a moan from the two men who had been thrown out by the monsters. They spoke to each other: Who are you? Where are we? Zenqal interrupted them and said: Enter the cave quickly before the monsters return. Who are you, O hidden speaker? I am a passerby, do not fear me. They entered the cave. He quickly descended to them. Their clothes were torn and blood was dripping from their fangs. The man, after recovering, asked who he was. He replied: I am Marzab from the village of Marqab. Do not touch the drum and tell me, do you know this cave from before? He replied: I did not have the opportunity to know him. Are you not its resident? The woman woke up with a groan, trembling. She said: Is there a sip of water? My saliva has run dry. He gave her what was left in the waterskin, and after she emptied it, he asked her as before. She replied: I am Jawaher from the tribe of Akaber. I have never seen this place before, neither present nor past. Zenqal: A tiger brought you here, carrying you in its jaws. Didn't you see it? She replied: All I know is that I was standing alone on the edge of the well after dinner. I threw down my bucket and fell after it. At that moment, I opened my eyes and found myself next to this stranger in a suspicious state. She called to us: Come in. We came in. That is all we have. If you have anything to say, tell us. He addressed Marzab: The lion brought you, carrying you, and placed you beside her. How did he catch you? He replied: After sunset, I went to look for the stray camels at the request of the tribe's sheikh. Suddenly, the horse neighed and threw me from its back. I did not wake up until I was next to this woman. I did not see a tiger or the lion you speak of. Now, if you are a jinn, and we have a jinn, give us free rein and grant us safety? We are human beings. I am a lone wolf. I have been dutiful to my crippled mother for a year, and led my father after he was afflicted with blindness. So see what you see? Jawaher said: I too am in a bad mood. Misfortunes have befallen us. My cousin is a suitor, and my father is on the run from revenge. I am alone and a fugitive. My mother and all my brothers died of measles. After Zanqal heard this, he was greatly terrified, so he gladly told them. He said: I am a passerby, an immigrant from my homeland. My name is Zanqal, from the land of Bani Atta. Do you know it or has anyone told you about it? No, we have neither heard nor seen. Let us sleep, and tomorrow we will complete the rest. He climbed up and slept after a struggle. The rats chased him, and he found himself in a different place. In the trunk of the first tree, as if he had woken up from a dream. His water skin was empty of water, and everything around him was a vast plain, with neither hill nor elevation. A stranger walked, haunted by obsessions; an obsession asking and an obsession answering! Where is the cave? Where is the lion? Where is the strange tiger? Where did Jawaher and Marzab go? He found no answer, as if what had happened was a dream or a cloud. A fisherman came across him and asked him for water and provisions. He got what he wanted and then asked him: Do you hear about Deir Al-Mirqab or Akabir? No, he replied. He continued on the same path. Half a day passed. He entered a cave built of stones on the way, and spent the rest of the day there to spend the night. With the light of twilight, three robbers arrived with a legitimate bride, her veil removed. They entered and began dividing the money. They argued over who the bride should be. Each one drew his sword. Zanqal seized the opportunity and beat the drum with all his might. They fled, prostrate. The bride tried to catch up with them, but he grabbed the hem of her dress and tightly covered her mouth. Then he said: Do not be afraid, I am human, I will save you from the Tatars. She remained silent after she felt reassured. The three gathered and decided to return. The bravest of them advanced, while the two waited for him. He stood by the door of the cave, watching. Zanqal threw a stone at him, which gnawed at his leg. He groaned from his wounds towards his companions. The second came, brandishing Mahand's sword. He tied him up with the rope, tightened it, and cut off his hand with his sword. He hung it around his neck and then released him. The third saw what had happened to his companions, so he decided to save his life before his hand or leg was cut off. They no longer had any choice, so they turned their backs and fled. Zanqal gathered the money, then turned to the bride. She said, "I am Radha, daughter of Jabir, chief of the Banu Amir. On my wedding night, the mob attacked our village, killing men and relatives, and setting fire to the tents. Those who were killed were killed, and those who fled fled. They divided up the spoils and the captives, and I was among those who took my share." They seized me and led me here. "Do you know the way to the tents?" "Yes, I have an emirate there, it is not far from this cave. I came here once to hunt. Sleep soundly, I will reunite you with your family when morning comes." "Who are you, first and last? I am only human, and no harm will come to you from me." The tribe was on high alert, the horsemen were deployed on every path, and with the break of day they had despaired and slept. Zanqal reached the village in the morning, followed by a hallway. Men and women gathered in front of her tent, all He wanted to know what happened. And where Radhi was. Zanqal was silent about talking, Radhi took over the explanation and clarification completely. They mounted Zanqal on a camel. And explained to the people what had happened. Zanqal was a respected guest, and they dressed him in the finest clothes. Radhi whispered in her mother’s ear to bring Zanqal to her den, and he came. Radhi asked him: Do you have a wife or do you love a purebred woman? : Neither of these, what is wrong with you? : My heart has fallen in love with you and will not be satisfied with anyone but you. : Don’t you see that I am a drummer and what I ask for is impossible? : No! I see you as a skilled knight, pure of metal, more chaste than a chaste person and more honorable than a noble person. He replied: I have a desired goal for my journey. I may return and I may not. : I will wait for you. No one but you will touch me. : But what will you do with your groom? : I will impose a condition on him that he will perish for. Take it! Keep this comb on your belt, whenever it breaks know I am in danger. Zanqal bade farewell to Radhi a warm farewell. Radhi's mother heard what happened. She relayed the news to Jabir. The day broke. Her cousin roamed around asking to complete the celebration. Radhi arrived at the shrine. She said: What happened to me will not pass without consequences. I will not be a bride for my cousin! Before he harvests heads. They offered Zanqal money and livestock before he left, but he refused vehemently and left as he came. He continued on his way, keeping Akabir and Marqab in mind. He entered a land full of blessings, its people were numerous and its wealth abundant. Their young were happy and their old were cheerful. He walked between the tents with compassion. A young man stopped him and shared his smile. A guard surrounded him and said: Follow me to the shrine. He took him to the sheikh of the tribe, greeted him and he greeted him back. So the servant ordered the slaughtering and the guest to be honored. He told him that his profession was a drummer. He replied, "You have come at a time when Raj is in need of you. We are preparing for a wedding that has never been heard of before, human beings, past or present." He stayed for several days in complete bliss. On the road, he happened to meet a rabab player. He said, "Take me with your drum to the pasture, there is joy and singing." They reached the open area and the sound of the rabab grew louder. Then he looked at him and said, "Why doesn't your drum join my rabab in the melody, young man?" Puzzled, he told him his story and that the drum was not his profession. "Don't worry, I will bring my cousin, for he is a lover of the drum and a companion to the rabab. All you have to do is stand beside him holding the tambourine. After you practice, you will be the expected drummer." The celebration was held and things went well, and it was as he had said. One night, he asked him, "Since you are a wanderer and a bygone era, have you ever heard of Al-Mirqab or Al-Akabir?" Reply: Yes, it is a bird's-eye distance. : Can you show me the way to it? Praised, I have a desire and a goal in it. : We will travel the lands and cities, and we will reach it one day. He was convinced by what he said, so he worked beside him as a traveling drummer and made money. They moved from village to village, and from clan to clan. At night, they looked out over the village of Al-Mirqab, and dogs barked at them. People met them like wolves. After they had ascertained their fate, they led them to a tent. They asked them what they needed, and they said: How badly we need food. One of them returned carrying a robe and a burning coal. He blew the stove at the tent door. They ate bread and drank coffee. They heard a groan and turned toward it! There was a man tied to a tent pole, his condition fatal. They asked the coffee maker: Is this a prisoner of war? Or a lover of a gazelle? Or a thief of lawful goods? Or a hostage of money? : He has no outcome of what you mentioned, except that as you can see he has lost his mind. His name is Marzab. One night the chief of the tribe sent him looking for his camels. Two days later he was found out of his mind. This is his condition. Zanqal said to himself: Marzab! This is the one for whom I have gone through all the hardships. The coffee maker left and stayed with his friend exchanging pleasantries until the moon rose. The owner of the rebab fell asleep, so Zanqal approached Marzab. “Take, eat, Marzab, I am Zanqal, the owner of the drum.” He replied: “Zanqal, Zanqal, Bani Atta, were you the one who watered the jewels of water?” “Yes, Marzab, it is me.” “Where is your crippled mother and your blind father?” He replied: “They are all dead, and I am, as you can see. Untie me, Zanqal, and take me out. All those around me will not believe you and may even kill you. Everyone is determined to go crazy and despair of my recovery.” : But where shall we go, Marzab, for I am a stranger?” We will go quietly under the darkness of night and extract my father's buried treasure from the bottom of one of the scattered graves, then we will go in search of jewels. His words had a profound effect on him. ...and he responded to him without delay. He intended to leave his companion asleep, fearing the blame of the blamer. He woke him up after he untied Marzab. They passed the lines and arrived at the deserted grave. Marzab lifted the stones and dirt. A chest appeared which he retrieved and placed it on the edge of the grave. He opened it and found it filled with gold beads. They were astonished and amazed. They put the gold in purses and distributed it among the other belongings. They hastened to walk and crossed the boundaries of the village to the farthest distance. A young man who was in a hurry met them, pulling three horses behind him. “Will you sell us? Our feet are swollen.” He replied, “You are welcome, but no one can pay?” “How much?” He replied, “Ten fine horses for each horse.” “We want to mount them, perhaps there is a defect in them.” “If you are trained knights, I will give you these fine swords.” They gave him the gold he asked for, and he gave them the horses along with the spoils. His condition was amazing! He drank three times and stood up on a hill. They left the place. The horsemen surrounded them. “Did you steal the horses, you scoundrels?” “No, we just bought them from a young man who is standing on the hill behind us.” Some horsemen went quickly and brought him at once. They found the price in his possession. They found the price terrible, so they consulted with each other and said, “We have approved the sale. We will return with the thief to the village to see what will happen to him.” Then they gave free rein and walked in peace. They became three instead of two. They were now mounted and robbed, although they had been on foot and covered with garments. They rose to the level of the noble and threw the lute into one of the ravines. They gathered herbs from the reefs and treated those with chronic ailments. They were visible, not hidden, for they treated the needy. Marzab was the herbalist. Sahib al-Rubab was the one who opened the book, and Zanqal was the discoverer of illnesses. So they had a story and a narration. Their knowledge preceded their arrival. They arrived at the village of Akabir and were received by the notables. Zanqal asked them about Jawaher. Jawaher! Are you a magician? How do you know her? Where is she? Bring me news of her? They remained astonished, staring at his face. One of them said, “Her condition is a secret. She went to one of the wells at the end of the day, put her bucket in, then fell behind it and settled at the bottom. They pulled her out of the well in the morning. She remained a body without a soul, except for her breathing that was exuding. Time passed and her condition did not improve. Doctors treated her and wise men examined her, but to no avail. So here she is as you see. But I am different from the rest of the doctors and wise men. Give me room this evening.” They replied, “The matter requires management. We will see what the chief of the tribe says.” In the evening, one of the men returned and said, “Our sheikh requests your presence immediately.” Zanqal urgently complied. He appeared before him. His face scowled and his eyes reddened. “Did Jawaher’s father send you after he fled and we kept urging him to do so? Come, show us his hiding place, for his time is near.” He has nothing to do with him. I only want to treat his daughter. You shall have what you ask for, and if you fail, your body will not leave the country except wrapped in a mat. Take it to her in her chamber and keep it under her eyes. Here, this is it. Handle her carefully.” He found her lying in the darkness. A drum beat twice, startled him. Then he suddenly called out, “Jawaher!” twice. She jumped up and sat up. “A familiar drum beat and a familiar voice. I am eager for that.” He replied, “You are the one who was devoured by the tiger?” She replied, “Welcome to the one who came. Are you Zanqal Bani Atti?” : Yes, I asked the clouds about you, and crushed the dust of water, reading the palm and the handkerchief, so that I may see what is wrong with you. My effort is useless and my patience is not tired. And here is Marzab, whom I saved from torment, do you remember him? : Yes, we gathered our worries and sorrows and gathered us in the perfect cave. Zanqal came close to her ear and whispered, They are still searching for your father day and night, striving to take revenge. : Do you know his decision? We will catch up with him and support him. She replied, We will discuss it later, I feel very hungry and thirsty, bring me something to fill my stomach and quench my thirst. The guards heard the conversation and conveyed the news to the chief of the tribe. : He has solved her secret tightly, so she stood up and asked for water and food. He said, Give her food and drink and dress her in new clothes. After she woke up from her slumber, she returned to her former state, a jewel among jewels, walking in a whirlpool as if she were a float that has no residence on earth. They quickly took her to the sheikh, and her doctor, Zangal, was by her side. The sheikh said, "Know, Jawaher, that I am still perplexed about your matter. I have come to you with doctors and wise men on the wings of birds." And through this doctor came the good news, and after what happened, happened, and because of you, revenge was born. Every knight asked to marry you, but your stubbornness overwhelmed you. You clung to the ropes of your cousin Sarmed, and she saw how he abandoned you and ran away, after your father proceeded to kill Siraj, who asked you to marry him. Now I offer you marriage and leave illusions and madness. You will be my wife and the mistress of my house. She replied: This will not happen until you stop seeking revenge on my father and enable him to receive guests and light fires. Now give me permission to go and search for my father. You may do that. Take what you need of provisions and a mount, for most of the country is barren. The trick deceived the chief of the tribe. Suddenly, a messenger arrived from the chief of a neighboring clan. He said: The sheikh’s daughter has gone blind, and he has counted the wise men and doctors to no avail. He has given half of his kingdom to whoever seeks his daughter’s hand. He was informed of your presence, so he sent By bringing you. The choice fell on Marzab, for he is the herbalist. Jawaher said: We will pass by the village and keep Marzab in the tribe. When he has completed our march, Marzab stopped on his way to a village. He took several poisonous herbs. Then he gathered them and crushed them. He arrived at noon. The tribe’s sheikh received him and led him to her. He found her eyes white, her eyelids pus-filled and swollen. He took out the herbs he had gathered and bandaged her eyes. She felt inflamed. He was warned and warned not to approach or remove the bandage before a full day had passed. Then he left in a hurry, following Jawaher and Zanqal. He told them the story, and they were amazed at what he had done. They said: You have destroyed sight and insight. They spent the night near a spring. While they were asleep, the horses neighed. Jawaher saw a knight stomping about with his sword on Zanqal’s neck. She quickly pounced on him, plunging her dagger into his back. She said: I, Jawaher, am more treacherous. Who left? Who are you, you cunning one? Take out your sword before I take your soul. The blade slipped and he shouted: Jawaher, I am your father, Saber. They rebuked each other for what happened and what happened. At these two, Zanqal woke up. His eyes could not believe what he was seeing. A strange thing: Jawaher stood exchanging whispers with a stranger. He suspected Marzab and found him lying on the dirt next to the owner of the lute. He pretended to dream and slept like wolves (with one eye open and one eye closed). Then they set fire to the wood. Marzab and the owner woke up. Al-Rabab, they stood up, and he said: Do you see what I see behind the hills? Without a doubt, two lovers exchanging love and passion. But where are the jewels? Is she about to explode? They quickly surrounded them and found tears streaming from their eyes. Do not think badly of me, he is my father. Everyone stuck their swords in the sand. They embraced like heroes. They stayed for ten nights, staying up late and celebrating, hunting and roasting. They set off on their journey back, roaming and wandering. Marzab said: We are about to approach the home of the girl who put the herbs on her eyes. I think it is right to be careful, for perhaps something bad has befallen her. They came across a shepherd and asked him about the girl’s condition. He replied: She was blind, and a wise man passed by and cured her in the blink of an eye, and her sight was restored. They were looking for him to give him his reward. Marzab laughed and said: My livelihood has come to me. Do you know how much my reward is? Half of her father’s kingdom. Take me to meet her, and if my father pays my reward, help me take her. The shepherd preceded them with the news to the home, and they arrived, waiting for them. The chief of the tribe and the people of the village, young and old. The girl welcomed Marzab warmly, her eyelids without eyelashes and her eyebrows without… Slogan. She said: The inflammation shook me and shook me. The bandage was removed and honey was put in its place. A week passed and the sores dried up and became ulcerated and then healed and I regained my sight, except that my eyelashes and eyebrows, as you can see, were shining. They spent three days eating and drinking wine, and on the fourth day, her father gathered the lawful wealth and divided it into two parts, and said: This is all the money I have, choose for you the right or the left. He chose half of it and they led it, ten camels, twenty horses and a hundred sheep. They traveled with a large caravan from desert to desert, slaughtering and plunging, grazing and frolicking. One day, arrows rained down on them from behind the hills. A knight appeared before them, standing upright. He said: You will not have anyone to approach or pass through except by patient surrender? The sheikh of the Akaber tribe is demanding his head and the head of Jawaher. Zanqal looked at those around him, seeking advice. Then he said: Inform the sheikh of our compliance with his order and giving us a respite. We will come to his position and give him His goal. We have no power over his stubbornness. The Sheikh was delighted and encouraged by the news he heard. He placed a tight ring of horsemen on the peaks around the caravan, for he saw in it a gain and a spoil. The darkness fell, the camels dismounted and surrounded the sheep with those shepherds they had previously hired. They hid their swords and walked on the backs of horses, they appeared submissive, they had no heads held high. The chief of the tribe, Sinan, came out to them, with only some horsemen around him. Zanqal gave the signal, so they drew their sharp swords, they killed the sheikh and all who were around him. They allowed one of them to escape towards the caravan. He told them about the incident, and they saw the fires in the tents burning. They left the siege they were under and returned home. They deviated from their path, and from the caravan they broke the siege. With the break of day, they continued with their caravan crossing the desert. At the end of the valley, the enemy tracked them. They split in half, and laid two ambushes for them on The road, at the beginning and end of the strait. They rained arrows on them, so the brave fell and the hero fled. The tiger appeared in the front, and the lion in the rear. They scattered them, leaving no one behind. Their claws bit them and their fangs tore them apart, so nothing was found of them except their clothes. They stayed in the ruins for several nights after those who were killed had been killed and those who fled had fled from the men. They reached the village of Marqab, and they were welcomed and welcomed. They stayed as guests with their noses held high. Zanqal said: O Marzab, your stay in your country is pleasant. Build your home and do not cut off your news from us. He replied: O Zanqal, my home has become a ruin, and here I have tasted all kinds of torment. I will not stay far from your voice. My feet will follow your feet and my house will be next to your house. You will see me as a repeller, a harvester of heads. I will not repel your command. Am I not the one who restored me to guidance? Then Zanqal praised God and said: Then direct us to my land, Bani Atta. The days have passed. And the nights while they were traveling. Zanqal's admiration for the drum increased even more than before. He began to look at it and saw the image of a tiger and a lion on it. He wrapped it with a turban and hid it from people's eyes. Zanqal reached the village and found his mother ill, in her last days. His little sister was serving her. His brothers were scattered abroad. He knelt on his mother and burst into tears, so Shadhab supported her on the back of her head. She touched him on the forehead, and her groans subsided. "Zanqal, you have returned from among the safe ones. I waited for you for years. How my eyes longed to see you. Until they turned white. Before you got what you wished for." Zanqal stared at it intently, his tears streaming down like raindrops. He said: "I have returned safe and sound from evil. I have returned with money, camels, and galloping horsemen." Tell me, mother, about the drum and what it contains. What is its content? If my father wasn't a drummer, why did he buy it?
It pupated and asked for a drink, and after the lump in its throat subsided, it told him the story.
It said: A goat fell, stuck on a thorn tree. It would neither climb up nor land on the ground.
Some shepherds came and tied your father up with ropes. They lowered it and lowered it, and the goat was saved immediately.
They were about to lift it up, but the rope broke, so it climbed toward a cave, and inside it, it found a drum.
It remained there until they brought the ropes, and it carried it on its back during the rescue operation.
Everyone was surprised by its condition, its location, and the loudness of its voice.
Some said: It was a possession of the jinn, others said: It dates back to the time of Solomon, and others said: It dates back to the time of the flood.
The deceased put it in the storehouse, and from that day on, its health deteriorated and its mind went astray, and it remained that way until its time came.
That's all I know. Do you still have it? Get rid of him before you perish. He said: Yes, he is a companion and a friend, I depend on him in times of trouble. Zanqal placed the drum wherever it was in the storehouse, and protected it with locks and safety devices, so that hands could not reach it and people could not see it. His shepherds tended the horses, camels, and sheep, and he became a protector of a fever, so he lit fires on winter nights, and tents were pitched, and poles and flags were raised, and sacrifices were slaughtered and food was served, so the common people flocked and the crowds increased. A guest coming, a guest going, and a guest on the provisions. The chief of the tribe, Tahtal, went mad. How did Zanqal get to where he got to? So he sent for his presence. Zanqal went with Marzab and the owner of the rabab, accompanied by Ukabir and his sister Jawaher. They entered his tent, robbed, and his prestige was shaken at once. Zanqal said: We came to you listening Obedient, Sheikh Tahtal, may we hear your request immediately?
He replied: O Zanqal, you have brought us strangers from our homeland, who may have revenge or shame behind them, for evil comes with the wicked.
Zanqal said: Some of them are my companions and some are shepherds of my camels and sheep, their lives are linked to my life, they are a support, and I depend on them when the battle rages and intensifies.
Tahtal replied: I will give them a respite until they leave the tribe.
Zanqal said: We will return, and you must inform us of the promised time.
Zanqal's mother came to the time, so he slaughtered, fed generously, and spread a table that had no end or beginning.
Tahtal's chest was filled with envy and jealousy, so he was informed that the respite had expired.
Shadhab said: My brother Zanqal, Tahtal is a vulgar old man, he raided our house several nights, seeking what is forbidden before what is permissible.
Marzab stood, his throat swollen like a seahorse And Saber trembled like a bird, while Jawaher passed one of the braids, and the owner of the rubab remained rubbing honey in the dirt.
Zanqal said: He violated my home in my absence, I will show him this evening how to take revenge.
In the dark of night they attacked them while they were asleep, so the women shouted and the common people woke up, and after the horses kicked and neighed, Tahtal was left at the bottom of the tent, lying in a state of confusion.
The clan gathered, and after consultation, they agreed that Zanqal would be their leader, and his guests would remain their knights and protectors.
Goodness prevailed among everyone and the terrible woe was gone.
So Zanqal established his kingdom, and the news reached the ears of his brothers, so they attended and his clan was reunited, so he had a huge army, protecting the country day and night.
Mirzab became his minister, Saber the commander of his guard, and the owner of the rubab his minister of war.
Love spread And harmony, and peace came.
The comb broke in Zanqal's hand, his face became covered with blood, and he dismounted.
He mounted the horse and set off, splitting the dust, and the horsemen followed him in the same path.
The third day was upon them, and they found Jaber injured, surrounded by the mob, wanting revenge on Radha.
Zanqal roared and moved with the men with him, and Radha heard of Zanqal's arrival, so her face brightened and she came out of the shrine and waved greetings.
Swords clashed with danger, the tiger grinned, the lion neighed, and roared.
The dust cleared, the danger was gone, and there was no more trace of the mob.
He reassured himself about Jaber and exchanged words with Radha, and she told him that her fiancé had killed many of them, and had spread terror among them throughout the year, and after they had managed to kill him, they came to take revenge.
He stayed with the horsemen for three days, then asked Radha from her father, so she came out without a veil, and replied Affirmatively.
Zanqal returned to the country, and sent Radhi's dowry on the largest march, and with her wedding the joy was complete after she was carried on a thousand camels, so the queen of her time was carried to her sultan.
The drum beat and trembled, from sunset to dusk, heard by everyone, and they flocked to offer their congratulations.
Then the marriage contract of Jawaher was concluded with Marzab, and the rebab player married Shadhab, and the widow of Tahtal was carried shyly to Saber.
Then the tiger and the lion came, and shook hands with Zanqal, so the attendees fled, and the curtain fell on the newlyweds.