The Gift of the Magi

There were three more days till Eid, but Ali could not figure out what to give to his newly-wed wife, Fatima. Ali was the prince of Al-Andalousia, and he could give Fatima the most expensive gift any wife received at Eid. But Prince Ali was like any other Princes, a miser. Ali’s father, King Ahmed, decided to visit Ali at his palace, and talk man-to-man.

“Good Afternoon son.”

“What do you want?”

“Oh, I just came to ask if you know what you are going to gift Fatima.”

“The rusty old scroll that I was gifted ten years ago?”

“Don’t be like that. If you don’t give Fatima a sensible gift, you cousin will be appointed King ahead of you.”

“I don’t even want to be the King, its hard and very boring.”

King Ahmed had already left, it was too much for him. Before Ali resumed his archery practice, a thought came up to his mind. Being King is really a great thing. You wake up after-noon, at the sound of beautiful music, a remedy for your ears. You sit at the dinning table, big enough for a dozen or more. You look at the mouthwatering food, from baked chicken to garden-fresh fruits. Then you enter your sword-collection-room. Humongous swords, sharp swords, fancy swords… Yosef, Ali’s best friend, had just entered the room. “You don’t interrupt a prince while he is in the land of imagination.” Ali whispered. Yosef placed a box on Ali’s bed and said with excitement, “Boy, have I got something to tell you.” Yosef said a lot that evening, but to summarise this is what he said; Yosef was going through his attic, and found a box full of goodies that he was willing to sell to Ali. I don’t know why it took him all evening.

Ali scanned through the gifts; a silver blade glinted beneath the light, and a spear, hard at the bottom and sharp at the top. But none could be gifted to a woman. But then it caught Ali’s attention. A beautiful necklace, no, the exquisite necklace. The necklace that was once used by Cleopatra. It was embedded with diamond pearls, and in the centre lay the huge diamond, one that was worth a human-being. The best part was that it would match Fatima’s dress. The necklace would be fruitless without the dress. “Where did you get this.” Ali asked as soon as he stopped day-dreaming. “What are you willing to give up for this. Your Sword? Yosef replied. The S in sword is capitalized because of its value; King Ahmed traded fifty dozen men and twenty dozen camels for it. After deep thinking, Ali rose and retrieved his Sword.

“Nice doing business with you buddy.” Yosef left the castle one happy man. But Yosef wasn’t the only happy man that evening, Ali was grinning from ear to ear. Not because he found a gift for Fatima but because he would soon be King. Eid was emerging soon, and Ali was curious in what gift he would receive from Fatima. Ali really wanted a new sword, a prince needs a sword to be a prince. Ali lay in bed with two thoughts; will Fatima like my gift and how long till Eid.

Finally Eid had arrived, and Ali was excited. To show his excitement, Ali was the first one up. He even prepared breakfast for the whole family. When his mom, dad, and all the servants left, Ali was alone with Fatima and it was the ideal time to exchange gifts. “Fatima, do you remember the red dress that I gave you last Eid?” Ali asked, opening the box wherin the necklace sat waiting to be worn. Fatima nodded, also taking out her present. Ali, proudly, laid down the necklace on the breakfast table. Fatima was speechless for she she had sold her dress to buy Ali his gift, but Ali didn’t know this. Instead of uttering a word, Fatima laid down her gift; a decorative sheath that was ornamented with beautiful emeralds. “This is for your sword.” Fatima finally murmured, embarassed for sacrificing her dress. “Thank you.” Replied Ali in the same tone as Fatima, for he also sacrificed his most valuable item, his sword.

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