Kabon Saha

Myron Shamai and Kabon Saha

In ancient times, there was a businessman in Egypt named Abdullah Rahaman. He had a son and a daughter. Both brother and sister were extraordinary and beautiful. So the merchant named his son Merun Shamai and his daughter Kabon Saha.

Abdullah Rahaman, because his children were so beautiful, made the protection and education of them his first priority, and kept them in his house to avoid jealous gossip and the schemes of evil men. For fourteen years his brother and sister kept themselves to themselves, except for their parents and servants. During that long fourteen years, the merchant couple taught their children to read, write, recite the Koran, and imbued them with literature and art. It was not until her son was grown up that the merchant's wife said to her husband:

"As long as you intend to keep your son in prison, you must let him see the world. Is he a man or a woman?"

"Of course he's a man."

"If he is a man, why don't you take him to business places to learn the art of trade from you, and to get to know the people who travel with him? So people will know he's your son. You do this, and one day when you go before Allah, everyone will know that Merun Shamai is your son, and he has the right to inherit your inheritance; Otherwise, if you leave without making any noise, Merun Shamai will say to anyone, 'I am Abdullah Rahaman's son. 'People will think it's a fabrication. People will say, 'We haven't seen you, we didn't know he had you. 'Then the government will come and confiscate your property and bring it all back to the government, and your son will lose his inheritance. In the same way, I would advocate that our daughter, Carbon Saha, should be shown to the public, so that she might be well remembered, and that a suitable young man might come to woo her. We can make her marriage work."

"I only did it to protect them from harm because they were so lovely. Cute people are envied."

"Allah will bless them! Nothing will happen to them. Take your son to the shop today."

So she dressed her son decently, dressed him in fine clothes, made him the center of attention, and let his father take him out.

On the way to the market, those who saw him, amazed and admiring, and attracted by his beauty, came up to him in turn, kissed his hand, greeted him, and looked round him, when some said, "The sun rose in the house of Abdullah Rahaman, and lit up the whole street!" Another said: "A new moon rose in Abdullah Rahaman's house!" Another said: "The new moon of the festival is emerging from Abdullah Rahaman's house!"

People pointed and praised and prayed for him.

Abdullah Rahaman was disgusted by the crowds who followed. Listen to their praise, more feel flushed. He had nothing to do with people but blame his wife, cursing her behind his back for encouraging him to take his son out of the house and causing this. He looked behind him and saw a crowd of spectators running after him. When he came to the shop door, he opened it and seated his son beside him in the shop. There was a huge crowd in front of the door, and even passers-by wanted to come in and see his son, and would not leave. So men and women, young and old, gathered round him to watch.