THE STORY OF THE HUNCHBACK WITH THE TAILOR, THE JEW, THE CHRISTIAN, AND THE BARBER OF BAGHDAD
The Taylor's Narrative, Part 9.
ON THE TWENTY-THIRD NIGHT
Sheherazade said:
The Barber said: "But, O Emir of the Believers, do not believe that I exaggerate the faults of my brothers and my qualities. Because if I told you their story, you would see how different I am from all of them. And as their story is infinitely suggestive, I will, without further ado, tell it to you:
THE STORY OF BACBOUK, THE BARBER'S FIRST BROTHER
So, know, O Commander of the Faithful, that the eldest of my brothers, the one who had become lame, was called El-Bacbouk, so named because, when he began to chatter, one thought one heard the gurgling of a pitcher. By trade, he was a tailor in Baghdad.
He practiced his trade as a tailor in a small shop that he rented from a man very stuffed with money and wealth. This man lived at the top of the very house where my brother Bacbouk's shop was located, and quite below the house, there was a mill where a miller lived, and also the miller's ox.
So one day, when my brother Bacbouk was sitting sewing in his shop, suddenly, raising his head, he saw above him, at the upper skylight, a woman like the moon at its rising, and who was having fun watching passers-by. She was the wife of the owner of the house. At the sight of it, my brother Bacbouk felt his heart passionately in love, and it was impossible for him to sew or do anything but look at the skylight; and that day he remained thus dazed and in contemplation until evening. And the next morning, at daybreak, he went back to his place and, while chatting a little, he raised his head towards the skylight and, at each stitch he made with the needle, he pricked his fingers, because each time he directed his gaze towards the skylight. He remained in this state for several days, during which he did not work for even a drachma.
As for the young woman, she immediately understood the feelings of Bacbouk and resolved to put them to good use anyway and to amuse herself a lot. So one day when my brother was even more bewildered than usual, she gave him a laughing look that immediately pierced Bacbouk'heart; and Bacbouk looked at the young woman, but so oddly that she immediately returned to laugh at her ease. And the fool Bacbouk was overjoyed that day, thinking how favorably he had been looked upon.
Also, the next day, Bacbouk was not considerably surprised when he saw coming into his shop, with a beautiful piece of cloth covered with a silk scarf under his arm, the owner of the house, who said to him: "I bring you a piece of cloth to cut me some shirts." Then Bacbouk no longer doubted that the owner had been sent by his wife, and he said to him: "Upon my eye and on my head! tonight the shirts will be ready." In fact, my brother began to work with such activity, even depriving himself of all food, that in the evening, when the owner arrived, the shirts, twenty in number, were cut and sewn and folded in the silk scarf. And the owner asked him: "How much should I pay you?" But just at this moment, the young woman appeared furtively at the skylight. She glanced at Bacbouk and made a sign with her eyebrows not to accept any remuneration. And my brother would not accept anything from the landlord, although he was at that moment in great difficulty and a single obol would have been of great help to him. But he considered himself very happy to work and oblige the husband for the love and the beautiful eyes of the wife.
But that was only the beginning of the tribulations of this crazy Bacbouk. Indeed, the next day, at dawn, the owner came with a new piece of cloth under his arm and said to my brother: “Here! at home, I was told that I had to have new underpants to wear at the same time as my new shirts. And I'm bringing you a new piece to cut me into my boxers. And let them be ample! And do not spare the folds or the fabric!" My brother answered: “I listen and I obey!” And he was at work for three whole days, and he only took as food what was strictly necessary, so as not to waste time, and above all because he had not a single drachma of silver left to spare.
When he had finished the work of the underpants, he folded them in the large handkerchief, and, very happy and possessing no more joy, he himself went upstairs to take them to the owner.
It is superfluous to tell you, O Commander of the Faithful, that the young woman had agreed with her husband to make fun of my stupid brother and to do the most surprising tricks on him. Indeed, when my brother had given the owner the new underpants, the owner pretended to want to pay him. But immediately, in the doorway, the pretty face of the woman appeared, her eyes smiled at him and her eyebrows beckoned him to refuse. And Bacbouk absolutely refused to receive anything from the husband. Then the husband went away for a moment to join his wife, who had disappeared, and soon returned to my brother and said to him: "I and my wife have resolved, in recognition of your good services, to give you our white slave in marriage. She is very beautiful and very kind; and, in this way, you will be of the house! And Bacbouk immediately thought that this was an excellent trick on the part of the young woman to get him free entry into the house, and he immediately accepted, and immediately they brought the young slave and married her to my brother Bacbouk.
When, in the evening, Bacbouk wanted to approach the white slave, she said to him: “No, no! not this evening!" And he could not, despite all his desire, even take a kiss from the pretty slave girl.
However, for the occasion, as Bacbouk usually lodged in the shop, he was told to sleep, that evening, in the mill located at the bottom of the house so that they would have more room, he and his new wife. And, after the refusal of copulation by the slave who had gone up to her mistress, Bacbouk was obliged to lie down alone. But in the morning, at dawn, while he was still asleep, suddenly the miller entered, saying aloud: “That ox! he has been at rest for some time now. So I will immediately hitch him to the mill to make him grind the wheat which is accumulating in considerable quantity! The customers wait for me to deliver the flour to them." He then approached my brother, pretending to take him for the ox, and said to him: “Come on! lazy, get up let me harness you!" And my brother Bacbouk would not speak and allowed himself to be caught and harnessed to the mill. The miller tied him by the middle of his body to the mast of the mill and, giving him a great blow of the whip, shouted: “Yallah!" When he received the blow, Bacbouk could not help bellowing like an ox. And the miller continued to give him great whippings and turn the mill for a long time, and my brother was absolutely bellowing like an ox and sniffling under the blows.
At this point in her narration, Sheherazade saw the morning appear and quietly fell silent.
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It's a shameful thing that the woman and her husband decided to prey on the innocent even getting rid of Bacbouk's chances of making money by using the wife's beauty to gain favors from him.
And Bacbouk is silly for allowing his feelings to stand in the way of making business progress. Now I am wondering if he did ask to be paid, what would they have said knowing that he planned to trick him all along with his wife as an accomplice?
How is it that the servant girl married to him is refusing to copulate with him as her husband? Something fishy is going on.
Goodness, getting whipped to sound like an OX... So disgraceful 😩
What a Poor boy, He should have known that the women are famous for their tricks, He should have not felt in his tricks. But love is blind and that's the reason the barber brother got blind.
As he fell in love with the wife of the Landlord, he should have refused to marry the other slave, but there was a chance, that upon saying no, the landlord may have told him to leave the shop and go away..
He thinks the opposite, when he will get married to the slave of the house, he will become a member of the house and his entry into the house will be approved and then he can see the wife of the landlord without any restrictions.
He wasn't aware that the Landlord and his wife were playing tricks on him and now they asked the Young slave to not sleep with I'm and the next day, while he was asleep, the Landlord started to beat him badly.
May he was aware that, this bloody man is keeping an eye on his wife.
That's great. Story is very long but quite interesting.
He was very innocent and I will say he is so weird that how He can sew clothes without expecting money from them.
Both husband and Wife was playing trick to him. He was a crazy man but very innocent.
I am angry to those who get benefit of his innocence. I think next they will not accept that he is married to their slave.
Owner of the house should not use his wife like this. Its very shameful to him.
So the barber begins by explaining the story of his first brother BACBOUK.
El-Bacbouk was lame and worked as a tailor in Baghdad. He fell madly in love with the wife of his landlord who was a good piece. With the complicity of her husband, they used innumerable tricks to abuse and mock poor El-Bacbouk.
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#posh
#hive #posh
The way we see these things are going on around us today, whoever is in love is blinded by love. We also have a friend the girl is not sincere with him at all but he goes after her everyday.
The way we see that the brother of the barber has also gone crazy in the cycle of this woman. Married rich women who happen to drive guys crazy in the same way. That's why he was telling the barber that I can't marry another girl.
The boy was thinking that if I get married to a rich woman, I will live comfortably inside the house and become the owner of this house.
The story becomes much more interesting now to see whether the women leave their first husband and marry him or are just lying.
I especially enjoyed the part where the young woman tricked Bacbouk into thinking that she was interested in him, only to make a fool of him in the end. It's a reminder that we should be careful who we trust, and that not everyone is who they seem.