Scheherazade, poetry, novels & stories, the stories of my charming grandmother Marola during my childhood, and the transforming power of love For universes حكايا

My charming grandmother, Marola, told me that:
her wise grandmother, Al-Malika, told her
in
Their connected conversation...
It is a great risk, to release your heart's love generously,
into the jungle of this world, where the forces of evil lurk with all creativity!!
But she is a natural Scheherazade storyteller,
so all she has to do is exercise her instinct to spread her creativity,
and she wanted to explore Marola’s instinct..
But the seductress did not feel within herself the innate ability to tell stories!!
She knew that it was transferred to her through practice, and the nectar from the springs of ancient and contemporary cultures.
But Marula found her innate ability to read the unseen, with intuition and insight, as a divine gift inherited by some of the women in my family.
So, when I practiced,
The powers of insight and storytelling. Since childhood, they knew that all the supernatural powers of the angels were embodied within me!!
I answered them: Indeed... I am not like anyone else, but the powers of others may be embodied in me, through their interaction with my own supernatural powers.
So Marola singled me out alone, away from all the grandchildren, to plant the seeds of her legacy of legends and stories!!
Which bothered me a lot,
I felt that it was unfair discrimination against the rest of the grandchildren.
So, I abandoned my dolls,
my clothes, and my childhood games
and put on the garment of wisdom,
To bring them together, to retell the stories and legends,
My language, my way, my accent and my distinctive voice,
Marola followed me eagerly, as if she was listening for the first time,
and I knew that this was her intention.
“These are those moments of magic... when your creativity leaves you and resides in everyone and everything around you”!!
Until it was.. one moonlit evening.. in the mouth of a cherry, I was telling my legends in a large forum.. “The legend of the dreams of a thousand butterflies and their queen in the shades of Roman trees.”
Did you see her tears?? So I asked her about the reason, and she told me that today... my queen has been embodied in you!!,
So I said: “Why not, the creator is a prophet, his moons shine from within him, and the angel may have been incarnated, but the heart is the dictionary of its owner, and his poem that cannot be transmitted, even if imitated.”
From that day on, I became Scheherazade, the storyteller of family, friends, and gatherings
Therefore, I loved to practice storytelling, playing, drawing, dancing... and playing the role of charitable institutions in my youth, to build worlds of pleasure to establish, with my magical powers, kingdoms of life.
Through the most wonderful lives, where creativity is the key to all doors and the means of survival, “so that good may triumph over evil,” and “the creative over the cunning, vile, resentful.”
“The poor grandfather turns into Santa Claus due to the blessings of the holiday,” and the children rejoice and gather around me, so I draw for them tattoos of colorful butterflies, and green, blue, and orange hearts.
I breathe life into the statues of white elephants, and they breathe spring flowers from me, and carry those who challenge disability on their wings through stories and legends.
Or I carry them with the magic wish balloon, to the worlds of pleasure where all wishes come true. We plant “Avanis, Ira Ajanya, Aguja Akebia, Angium, Alberta”.
Albizia, Albuca, Alcia, Alchemilla, Aldrovanda, and toward the ruins of the world, the Garden of Eden overflows with life.
However, I always taught them that the difficulties and evils of life will overcome the only miserable person, but whoever has love and gratitude for people, the evil one will fear him and run away.
Therefore, the children were interested in learning the arts of storytelling and creativity, so that they would have company that would love their company, while facing the difficulties of life.
My first title I deservedly earned since childhood.. “Scheherazade the Storyteller, Queen of Legends” among family, friends, colleagues, children, and everyone who wanted to hear my legends..,
In all forums. During my sessions, everyone prayed: “Tell me, Shahrazad, the story, and give us more from the source of legends.”
I told them about “the bright planets, about the hidden worlds where angels hid from view,” and about “the worlds of the golden butterfly passing between the towering mountains.”
"Maru's Iridescent Metaphysical Tours" and "The Adventures of My Celestial Warrior Elephant Brother", and "My Eternal Incarnation in the God Mao, and How I Saved Ancient Egypt from the Evil Gods",
And I took them with me, “By roaming the upper layers of the heavens like a soaring eagle, I pursued the crows of evil, with the weapon of the word of truth sharper than any sword, and I averted harm from all creation.”
I took them “in one of my lives when I was Cleopatra in love, and we learned all the secrets,” and we rode around on flying wooden horses, among the fields of sunflowers in the hanging gardens.
I told them about “one of my lives, like Scheherazade, the psychiatrist who healed souls, hearts, and minds...with the wisdom of love, the goodness of the heart, the intention, and the love of storytelling.”
As an educated, wise person, I became the liberator of the defeated Shahryar, with feelings of burning due to pain and betrayal!! It transformed it from a defeated city, a dilapidated dwelling inhabited by ruins, and a sea in which all the lost boats sank!!
...Where you touched his heart and collected everything that was scattered in it, and filled all the gaps in his soul, we stayed up a thousand and one nights, sowing the seeds of our dreams and guarding them, to deserve them and make them come true.
The bloodshed was transformed into a loving lover, due to the power of change. Through the stories, he understood that hell is not the afterlife or the others in our lives.. but it is us and what we do to ourselves, and our poor choices in the paths of life.
Life is a mixture of good intentions, evil actions, betrayal, happiness and misery, jihad, and the sadness of disappointment. It is not through killing and revenge that matters are resolved.
The phrase: “Convey it to me, O happy and sound-minded king,” was my magic spell to treat Shahrayar, as it restored his confidence in his condition after he lost it by cheating on his wife with a slave.
He regained his psychological balance, like the king of a happy time with a sound opinion. He was no longer the shaken avenger who shed the blood of women, but rather the feared king in control of space-time, so no time or person would betray him.
The day I entered the palace like Scheherazade, I pointed to him towards the stars in the sky, and chose the two stars furthest from the level of sight, and I told him: Here we are, my lord, there!! ..These are our two stars where the stars are,
From today we will begin to connect our two stars, and throughout our extended days, our two stars will connect with the points of love to connect the earth and the sky with love, for the heart alone is the standard of love and what we build between us from today will never be erased or faded away.
Just as the Earth revolves around itself once a day, around the sun, and around the center of the galaxy... there are other movements that were formed through the defining moments... by love, kindness, and compassion.
Then I stopped and looked at him wondering??!!
When will our two stars connect?? So he was surprised!! This was our first night
Therefore, he became captivated not by the magic of beginnings, but by the magic of the warmth, innocence, and kindness of my heart. Therefore, my story is always a story of a thousand and one nights, not a story.
Just wrap like the rest.
Over the next thousand nights, my voice began to resonate in the throne room, as if it were an echo chamber. My voice resonated between the walls of his heart, and it shook his soul, and little by little I removed the rocks of betrayal and melted the snows of disappointment and defeat from within him.
To fly with me with overwhelming ecstasy. The letters of my never-ending legends were birds that rose and flew around my lips like threads. From their letters, a bluish canopy was woven, carrying us to the worlds of adventure, love, and happiness.
Thanks to my wisdom and my healing love, Shahrayar was born again through storytelling, so he soared with me on his tiptoes among the colors of Aurora Borealis. Love is human oxygen.
We created red, green with oxygen, purple, and blue with nitrogen. The black-brown area left his soul, blocking the rays of the stars from his soul for a long time.
Due to the electric fields of pain from betrayal, which prevented the electrons from interacting with his soul, the corruption of man prevents him from obtaining what he deserves from love!! Our days have become cheerful, with the colors of the rainbow.
Like Scheherazade, with the treasures of the legends of the ancients, Shahrayar was cured of the complex of bloody betrayal, and he became wiser and more just. Because of my fascination with storytelling, I told the stories until the night ended, and my legend did not end..
To keep my life filled with a passion for pleasure, until I was pardoned and my life was preserved with the kindness and wisdom of a lover.
Like Scheherazade, with all my supernatural powers, a golden heart, and magic lips... I pitied him and loved him, and preferred him more than my freedom, my privacy, my preoccupations, and all my responsibilities.
My younger sister, Duniazad, was amazed when I told her that... only one love fills life!! So, “here, and now I decided to give my heart to him, and live my life, short or long, only with him, and in order to make him happy.”
By reclaiming the ruins of his heart, and turning them into spring sunflower gardens that reach the expanses of the sky, instead of the bodies of women killed by the sword”!!
As a metaphysicist, I seek to understand the essence of reality, and why things exist at all, but rather what existence means in the first place!! ...by exploring the visible and the intangible,
I practice my wanderings through the universes to the tunes of Nikolai Rimsky. So, throughout my lives... Scheherazade the dreamer, I was me, and Scheherazade the feminist fighter was also me, until the Creator blessed me to be Scheherazade the lover and mother.
Night after night, until the thousandth night, the source of stories had not yet been exhausted from me, but I wished for him to preserve me for our children. One walked, another crawled, and the last was a baby.
Shahrayar answered me in a tender voice: O pure, chaste Scheherazade... On the first night, I felt the goodness of your heart. I saw the shyness of your cheeks between the chains of your innocent, loud laughter.
I breathed the fragrance of your pulse throughout our extended moments, and I fell in love with your presence, not only now, but beyond eternity, if there is one.
Since our first night, I have become aware of why God made me taste betrayal, so that I am fully aware of the value of love whenever I find it!!
So, I only had a peaceful sleep while embracing your refreshing breath.
I only knew the Creator’s love after He gave me you.
I never thanked him except after he blessed me with your love!!
You never tamed me, Scheherazade, but I created passion and a passion for stories... to keep you and bring you closer to me!!
And here, my cheeks turned red and I realized how naive I was.
Then the crow of the rooster saved me, and Scheherazade woke up in the morning, so I stopped talking about permissible words.
Be well,
Happiness, and enjoy your loved ones, because life is not worth living without love.
With my love for you all, Scheherazade in a former life, Cleopatra the lover of the homeland forever.
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