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The Prince Who Learned a Profession Egypt
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Chrm Message From: lovelyjeanu Total Posts: 5 Join Date:
Rank: Beginner Post Date: 20/02/2006 23:29:35 Points: 25 Location: India

The Prince Who Learned a Profession ­ Egypt 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 
Could be found in: "A World of Children's Stories (Anne Pellowski)" 
 
There was once a ruler who had a son named Mohammad. In his later life he 
was called "The Prudent" and here is one of the reasons why. One day 
Mohammad said to his father, "I wish to marry." 
 
"Very well," said his father. "I will send your mother to find a girl who 
is suitable for you." "oh, no," said Mohammad, "I want to find her
myself." 
 
So Mohammad set off on his horse toward the west. He traveled two days and 
on the third day he came upon a big field of leeks. There was a man
digging  the leeks and next to him stood his daughter, weaving them in bunches. 
Mohammad sat down near them and watched them for a while. "Would you
please  bring me a drink of water?" asked Mohammad. The girl brought him some
water  and Mohammad drank deeply. The girl pleased him, and he could see that she 
was interested in him. So Mohammad called to her father: "I would like to 
marry your daughter. Are you in agreement?" The father saw that his 
daughter liked the idea, so he agreed to the courtship. 
 
Mohammad bought a piece of land near their field of leeks, and there he 
ordered a palace to be built. It was very much like the one his father 
owned. After it was furnished, he said to the girl and her father: "Stay 
here in this palace while I go back to my family. I must prepare many 
things for the marriage. I will return as soon as I can." 
 
Mohammad returned to his father and said, "I have found the girl I wish to 
marry." 
 
"Who is she?" asked his father. 
 
"She is the daughter of the sultan of leeks." 
 
"Is there really a sultan of leeks?" asked his father. 
 
"There are leeks surrounding the palace they live in; when I left the
place  and asked someone who lived there he said it belonged to the sultan of
leeks." 
 
"Very well," said his father. "Your mother will go and make arrangements 
for the marriage." So his mother went off, and when she came to the palace 
where the girl now lived with her father, she said to the girl, "I am here 
to make arrangements for your marriage to my son." 
 
"What do you mean, your son?" asked the girl. 
 
"My son. The one who came here before. He is the son of a king." 
 
"Oh, I did not know that," said the girl. "Well, if he is the son of a 
king, I cannot marry him." 
 
"Why not?" 
 
"Because the man I marry must have a profession. He must be able to work 
with his hands." 
 
So the mother returned to her husband, the king, and said, "She will only 
marry a man who has a profession, one who can work with his hands." 
 
The king sent for the heads of his guilds. He called the first, who was a 
carpenter, the head builder for his estates. "How long would it take you
to  teach your profession to my son?" he asked. 

"At least two years," answered the carpenter. 
 
The king turned to the head blacksmith. "How long would it take you to 
teach your profession to my son?" he asked. 
 
"At least a year," answered the blacksmith. 
 
Then the king noticed a man at the back of the group. He was jumping up
and 
down. "Why are you jumping up and down like that?" asked the king. 
 
"I wanted to get your attention," said the man. "I am a weaver of silk. I 
was once the head of all your weavers, but I wove so quickly and so well 
that the other weavers pushed me aside. When I heard that you wished to 
have the heads of each of the professional guilds come, I decided to stand 
at the back to find out what it was all about." 
 
"Very well," said the king. "How long would it take you to teach your 
profession to my son?" 
 
"I can teach him in five minutes," said the weaver. 
 
"Are you crazy? How can you possible teach him in five minutes?" asked the 
king. 
 
"Send for some silk thread in different colors, and a loom, and you will 
see if I can teach him in five minutes or not." 
 
So the king sent for a loom and for the finest silk thread and set them in 
front of the weaver. The weaver turned to Mohammad and said, "I am not 
going to go into long explanations, telling you to do this or do that. 
Instead, I want you to look closely and watch exactly what I do with my 
hands and with the loom and the thread." With his nimble fingers, the 
weaver moved the silk threads back and forth over the loom, creating a 
beautiful piece of cloth that showed the king's palace in the design. 
 
"Come, now it is your turn. Make a piece of cloth just like this one,"
said 
the weaver. Mohammad took his place in front of the loom. He moved his 
fingers exactly like the weaver, twisting the silk threads in and out in 
the same way. In five minutes, he had woven a short strip of cloth. The 
king left them at work. 
 
Some time later the weaver went to the king carrying two pieces of cloth. 
"I wove one of the pieces and the other was woven by Mohammad. Can you
tell  the difference?" 
 
The king had to admit it was hard to tell them apart. He made the weaver 
his head sheik, to govern over all the other sheiks. Then he called his 
wife and said, "Our son is now a weaver of silk." 
 
His wife returned to the daughter of the sultan of leeks and said, "My son 
is a prince, but he is also a weaver of silk. Here is a piece of cloth he 
has woven." 
 
The girl looked at it and saw it was well done. "Now I will marry him,"
she 
said. They made the marriage contracts and celebrated the wedding. Then 
they returned to the palace the prince had built and began to live happily 
together, until he became the finest weaver in the country. 
 
He liked to go out, disguised as a simple weaver, to buy silk thread at
the  markets. One day he was on a search for new thread in a faraway town, when 
a man standing in front of a house stopped him. "Please come in and share 
some coffee with me," said the man. "Perhaps I can help you find what you 
are looking for." 
 
The weaver prince went in, and they passed through a door. It led only to
a  small room with another door. They opened it and it led to another room
with a door. They continued on until they had passed through seven doors, 
and suddenly the prince was thrust into a room, the seventh door was
locked  behind him, and he found himself among a group of strangers. "Who are
you?" 
asked the prince. "What are you doing here?" 
 
"We are awaiting our fate," said the others. The man who brought you in 
here is a poisoner and extortionist. He puts poison in our food and drink. 
Then he hangs us over a boiling cauldron and threatens to lower us un 
unless we pay him. He says it is the only way to get rid of the poison. 
Each time he says he will let us go free, but then he starts the poisoning 
again." 
 
After two days, the prince had indeed been poisoned and the man came for 
him and took him to the boiling cauldron. The prince was weak but not so 
weak he could not think. "How much do you need to get the poison out of 
me?" he asked the poisoner. 
 
"Oh, at least 25 piasters," replied the man, for he knew that was the 
amount of money the prince had in his pocket. 
 
"I have something here that will bring you much more," said the prince. "I 
am a master weaver, and I have here a piece of the finest silk that I
wove. 
I intended to sell it to the prince. If you take it and sell it to someone 
at court, I am sure they will pay you at least a thousands piasters." The 
prince brought out a piece of silk in which he had woven the royal design. 
 
The poisoner took the piece of silk to the marketplace and offered it for 
sale for a thousand piasters. Everyone around began to admire the
beautiful  piece of silk. Now the prince had been absent from the palace for three 
days, and his assistants suspected something had gone wrong; so they had 
gone out looking for him. Two of them were in the crowd looking at the 
piece of silk. 
 
"Who made that piece of silk?" they asked. "It appears to be by the finest 
weaver. We wish to commission a piece of work like that." 
 
"Oh," said the poisoner. "The weaver is at my house. I invited him in for 
coffee and he took ill. You may come in a few days' time and he will be 
ready to work for you." And the poisoner slunk off with his thousand
piasters. 
 
When the king was informed that his son was probably being held prisoner, 
he came with his soldiers to the house of the poisoner. There he found the 
prince, still very ill from the poison. When they had freed all the other 
prisoners, and taken the poisoner to his judgment, the king turned to his 
son and said, "How wise your wife is. She was right to insist that you
have  a profession. For it was the work of your own hands that saved you." 

Regards,

Nancy

Chrm Message From: CHRM Total Posts: 209 Join Date:  
Rank: Coach Post Date: 21/02/2006 00:25:37 Points: 1045 Location: India

Dear Nancy,

This story has a very significant lesson for us - to learn, to act, to practice. Though the prince had enough of wealth to live on, his true sense of acheivement was only when he initiated something on his own, which he did by weaving silk. Self mastery on a specific task always bears sweet fruits for an individual, be it even late. To cite, the prince would not have been saved unless for the art that he learnt which ultimately came of use during tough times.

Hence, a self made man with a self imbibed mastery skill is worth a dignified life !!

Regards,

Saumil Joshi, Founder