Folktales

I would like people to share folktales or stories from Pak or india (wherever you originate from)that parents or grandparents have told you. These stories are our cultural heratage and are being lost… in favour of goldilocks and the three bears etc

We have a huge wealth of folklore from that region…wonderful and amazing stories to serve as warnings or education or were told around the fire on dark chilly nights, stories about Jinns, and kings and queens and fairies and talking animals…

I am aware that it is time consumimg but Im sure we’d appreciate your efforts.

Thankyou

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This isn't a folk story Mizz lazy but I figured you'd appreciate this little line by Edward lear:

Who or Why, or Which or What,

is the Akhund of Swat?

Is he tall or short, or dark, or fair,

Does he sit on a stool or sofa, or chair

or squat

The Akhund of Swat?

Is he wise or foolish young or old?

Does he drink his soup and his coffee cold,

or Hot,

The Akhund of Swat?

Some one, or no body knows Iot,

Who or which or, why or what

is The Akhund of Swat?

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Lazy, I tried ever so hard to get my daddi to tell me "aik tha Raja and aik thi Rani" stories, but she said back in her days no one ever told those kind of stories, only religious ones. I can share a few of them, but some people may not like them.

Now your thread will die. :(

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Heer - Ranjha

Heer was a beautiful woman from a wealthy family and Ranjha was a young man from not so wealthy family. After some dispute in his family, Ranjha left his village and came across Heer's village where he fell in love with her at the first sight. She also had the hearts for him. He took up the job to take care of her family's cattle and their love grew. There was an evil uncle of Heer who didn't like all the smitten, so he got Ranjha in trouble a couple of times and then eventually got Heer married off to somewhere. Ranjha was heart broken and so start wandering around, eventually finding a jogi, who lifted his spirits and Ranjha became a jogi too. But one of these days he came across Heer's new village and when the two met they decided to run away, which eventually they did, only to be caught by the Raja's police. Maybe because Heer was married to Raja's associate or something. The Raja put both of them in jail but that night many villages caught on fire. Fearing he had done something wrong, the Raja let the two free and so they returned to Heer's village and tried to get married & be accepted by the families. Finally they got most of them convinced but the day the two were to wed, that same evil uncle poisoned Heer and she died. Poor Ranjha couldn't take it and died with her. Tsk tsk tsk ..

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AJ bhaijaan, jaldi sey laial majnoon ka qissa bhi sunna daloo :)

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aj, tell us about laila majnoo, shereeN farhad and the one where the woman died while crossing the river on a toota howa matka replaced by her evil bhabi. ooh n the other one about where the hero heroin died in the desert quick sand. dono k naam yaad nahien arahay. just realized, there are no happy endings to these stories. do we have a folktale with happy ending? :-/

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Yes, it’s called True Romance - starrng Christian Slater & Patricia Arquette.

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Well, all the stories are pretty much the same ...

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Rustam and Sohrab is a good one..

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Zakk, so how does the story go?

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Hmm I think you should be able to google it AJ..but if i remember right
Rustam..great warrior...one day he falls for a the daughter of a (another?) king..he goes of in battle and leaves her behind pregnant..many years pass and his son becomes a great leader called Sohrab..father and son face each other in battle neither knowing who the other is..son is slain in battle..THE END.. yes I know it wasn't written very good but I read it 10 years ago

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Ms. Daizy, you heard him :rolleyes: Just Google it.

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^ AJ are you trashing my story telling skills :mad:

just for that I won’t tell you the one about the qazi and the stolen wheat :stuck_out_tongue:

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I am sure we can google it .. :mad:

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what about the one about how the Mughal Emperor was defeated because of something his father said at a dinner?

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it sounds like you read the lord of the rings or something…

that is NOT a pakistani story but one from middle earth…:mad:

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THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN WE LOSE OUR CULTURE AND HERITAGE AND FOLKTALES!

ZAKKERTY WAKKERTY…CALL THAT A STORY:mad:

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*Nizam Saqqa saved Humayun from drowning in river and humayun pledged to make him king for one day *

And he actually fulfilled his pledge and made Nizaam Saqqa (a humble water-carrier) the king of India for one day :)

It is a long story, I will write in parts ..

Babar, was the first Mughal emperor of India. He was brave and intelligent. He came from Afghanistan, fought battles and won and established rule in India... but his son Humayun was not a capable leader or warrier, so he was overthrown by his governer Sher shaw soori, who was infact was an efficient administrator and ruler. He ruled briefly for 2 years but built the grand trunk road (GT road) from Peshawar to Calcata. Sher Shaw soori gave back rule to Humayun after two years after teaching him the lesson (thats what i have heard)
Sorry, I am lazy. I did not write this :(
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Once the Emperor Humayun was fighting a terrible battle against his enemy, the cunning Afghan chieftain Sher Shah. The battle took place at Chausa, near Benares. Sher Shah's army was extremely powerful and it outnumbered Humayun's army. What was worse, Humayun's treacherous brothers, Kamran and Hindal, had joined forces with the enemy in their greed to dethrone Humayun and capture the kingdom.

As Humayun's shattered army was falling back, the Emperor's horse slipped and fell into the river. The horse drowned and Humayun was badly hurt. He was being tossed around helplessly in the surging waters.

A bhisti or water carrier named Nizam, who was a humble man of low caste, saw the Emperor's dire plight and cried out, "I fear for the Emperor's life! His subjects admire and adore him as a just and great Emperor. If he drowns, we will lose our only hope for a better and more illumining life. I can see that he is wounded and will not be able to save himself. It is up to me to save him."

The water carrier inflated his buffalo-skin water bag and plunged bravely into the river. He swam to the Emperor, holding out the water bag, and begged the Emperor to cling to it so that he could float across the river to safety. Both men held the bag and the water carrier protected the wounded Emperor until they reached the other shore.

The Emperor was so moved by the water carrier's devotion and courage. He said, "You came and saved my life. Now I am helpless, but I promise you that when I go back to Agra and am once more seated on my throne, I shall give you my throne for one day. Believe me, this is my solemn promise. You are not a mere water carrier. You are the saviour of the Moghul Emperor Humayun."

The water carrier Nizam was overwhelmed. He fell at the Emperor's feet and cried, "Please, I did not expect any reward. Your safety is my only reward."

But Humayun insisted, "You, a water carrier of low caste, have shown such loyalty and love for your Emperor, whereas my own brothers have become traitors. I will always be kind to them and forgive them, for this is the promise that I made to my father when he was on his deathbed. But of all my subjects, you are the one who deserves my throne for one day. You deserve not only my throne, but my eternal gratitude. All my subjects should show you admiration and adoration for your heroic bravery."

The Emperor kept his promise and Nizam did sit on the throneof the Emperor of India for one day and give orders and make appointments for a short time.

There are so many more tales, I will try to share later.

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Wali Dada the Simple Hearted

One day long ago there was a poor old man who lived alone in a little mudbrick hut on the edge of a jungle. He was a very old man who was well loved in the village because of his kindness and compassion to his fellow villagers. they called him Walli dada Gunjaa because he was call Wali and he was to all intents and purposes a bald chap.

Wali Dada was a small wizened man who ever since he was old enough made his living by going into the jungle and cutting long grass to sell as fodder for elephants and camels and all the four legged beasts that his neighbours had.

He used to go out to the jungle in the morning and return at Maghrib, pray then go and sell the bundle in the market for two anna’s. He then went of to Afia Maasi’s Chai Dukaan to buy a cup of tea and one roti and some saag for one anna..he would eat half the roti and saag and take the rest home and pack it in a large leaf to take with him to the jungle the next day.

The other anna coin would be put into a pot which was hidden in hole on the ground under Wali Dada’s bed and which was covered with a piece of old sack cloth so nobody would know it was there, but as Wali Dada tried to put the coin in he found that the pot was full. He pulled out the pot and then emptied it out onto the floor and was shocked to see thousands and thousands of coins, he pundled them back into the pot, hid it in its hole and covered it with the cloth and went to bed in a very perturbed state of mind.

What was he going to do with all that money?

“Im a very simple man” he thought to himself …”Allah has given me all I need… I have my hut, my little fire in the corner, a few clothes and pots and a prayer mat and a bed, I do not need anything more”

The next morning he got up but instead of going to the jungle as he had done every day for countless years, Wali Dada went to visit a friend of his called Mahmood the Merchant, Mahmood had owned a huge retinue of beasts and and travelled to far off lands selling anything he could, he would buy pearls from Bangladesh and sell them in Kabul, buy Lapiz lazuli and sell it to the uzbek and cloth, silk and satins and sell it in Bombay.

"Mahmood Bhai” called out Wali Dada, “come I need to talk with you”…Wali Dada told him of his money.

Mahmood, was genuinely happy for his friend and urged him to buy himself luxurys like better clothes, nice food, and not to work anymore..”for you are a very old man and have worked hard all your life"
Wali dada declined “I am an old and simple man and I will die soon… I do not wish to waste the money on me”

Wali dada thought a while and then asked his friend “You have travelled far and wide, tell me who is the most beautiful woman you have seen?..”

“That’s easy” said the merchant, “it’s the Princess Rauzeena, the daughter of the Badshah of the land of the rice flower”

Wali Dada asked him to take a gift to this lady, who’s beauty had been heard of far and wide…”why” asked his friend, Wali dada explained that he wished to give something to the lady that Allah had bestowed so much beauty upon…

The Merchant said I have a beautiful Ruby bracelet that cost me the amount of money you have, I will take her that!

So the next morning a huge caravan of camels laden with expensive clothe, gold, jewels oil and wine left the Merchants house with a retinue of armed men to guard against bandits. They travelled many days to get to the Land of the Rice flower and when they got there the Merchant asked for an audience with the Badshah and presented the gift from “ a humble man who has heard of the beauty of the princess"

The King and the Princess took the gift and where amazed at the delicate beauty and craftmanship of the object and were aware that such a gift was very expensive indeed.

They were a little surprised but felt that the giver must be a rather important man in his own country to be able to give such gifts so the King ordered the Merchant back and gave him a chest of gold jewellery , expensive oil of rice flower, and the finest silks and brocades in his kingdom.
“Take this back to Wali Dada” he said

a few weeks later Wali dada saw a the Merchant waiting patiently at his door with the gifts. Wali Dada…was stunned…”what am I going to do with this?” he wailed

After a few minutes he calmed down and asked his friend “Who is the most intelligent and dashing young man you have heard of” the Merchant replied.. “the son of the Sultan of Datepalmistan…” Wali Dada asked the merchant to carry these gifts to the son of the Sultan with his humblest blessings.

Many weeks later the merchant arrived back from the Datepalmistan with the following story for his friend, “ I gave the gifts to the prince and he and his ather decided to reciprocate the gesture, so they have sent you , the finest from their kingdom… dates, sweetmeets, cows and oxen and various jems…. "

Walidada asked the Merchant to take some for himself and deposit the rest of this burden on the Princess Rauzeena…

This was duely done and within a few weeks Wali Dada returned from the jungle to find a number of people and animals at his door along with his friend the Merchant Mahmood

“do these animals need fodder asked Wali Dada as he picked up his scythe, “no Wali Dada the King sent you clothes, ornaments made from ivory and rare woods, jewelled scabbards swords and armour and six elephants, I heard he wanted to out do you with this gift giving”

Wali Dada said ..”off you go, take some for your self and sent the rest to the Prince"
The Prince despatched the merchant with a dozen of the finest white arab steeds, exotic oils and food and rare and sought after manuscripts… Which Wali dada sent onto the Princess]

The Princesses father was perplexed by the gifts, after a couple of hours he summoned the merchant and asked him about his friend…
Who is Wali Dada…he asked, he is a simple man who gives these gifts for the pleasure of others was the reply,

The king thought some more and summoned the princess,” Wali dada is a good and humble man who is clearly sending these gifts for a purpose… HE WANTS TO MARRY YOU, we cannot match the gifts so I guess we will go and see this man and ask his intentions"

The Merchant was very surprised and a more than a little worried when the King told him of the plans of joining him in order to meet the Wali Dada… The king insisted he go and wouldn’t listen to any excuses put forward by the Mahmood who was frightened that the truth would make the king angry and have him put into jail so within a few days the king and his entourage had joined the merchants caravan and were making their way to the village where Wali Dada lived

In the mean time the Prince, eager to see who this generous man was had saddled up a horse and travelled with a few trusted men to Wali Dada’s home… but as he neared the village he saw a camp and in it the most lovely girl he had ever seen, he was smitten and she didn’t think he was too bad either!

(okay they were head over heels in love …EEeeeerrghh :yukh: )

As the Merchants and his entourage neared the village, the merchant asked the to wait awhile and spend this last night camped in the royal pavilion tent while he went over to tell Wali dada of the impending guests

The merchant ran to Wali Dada and told him about the situation…

What are we to do they thought. The merchant said I will creep away and go off to the lands of the East where the king cannot find me so Wali Dada was left alone contemplating his fate

Wali dada thought, “I’m an old man and I have lived a long and had life but cannot deal with a situation like this anymore so he went up to the cliff by his home and said a prayer as he prepared to jump off…:eek:

]He felt someone by his side, and looked… he saw a bright and shining angel who said “Wali Dada, God helps the simple hearted…go home"

Wali Dada was speechless, and went home

To find a beautiful palace in place of his hut filled the most expensive furnishings…. At that, moment as the bright sun was rising he heard the fanfare of the king and his group :smiley:

They came and were amazed to see such a palace and the king asked Wali Dada about marrying the princess…

"Oh no..no NO:eek: :eek: :eek: " replied the old man… but I do feel she should marry and so the princess of the land of the Rice flower married the prince of datepalmistan in a lavish ceremony in the Wali Dada’s palace :slight_smile:

Wali Dada, live the rest of his life in majestic splendour

And as for the palace

If you go to the village and look for the spot where Wali Dada Gunjaa lived, you find the decayed remains of a beautiful palace

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genuine thankyou to Code red and Ahmadjee:)

suroor, i wanna her those stories ...'specially the one about the women crossing the river

ps, my story had a happy ending