FOLKLORE: The Khakha Bird (Tajik)
So,
there you are, you good for nothing. Scolded his fat wife. her arms
folded. She snatched the basket he was carrying. one miserable fish. why, that
not ever enough to feed a quarter of you, old man. she screamed. her black eyes
were spiteful with anger. can I help it the fish refused to bite? he shouted,
shuffling wearily into the hut.
"I'm
tired of being poor and not knowing where on, following into the hut. grumpily,
she banged pots and pans as she prepared their evening meal. they ate in moody
silence. outside, the darkness closed around them like a big. black cloak.
fireflies darted here and there while a lone cricket called out in the
stillness of the night as the fisherman and his wife lay down to sleep.
Early
next morning. the old man decided to return to the river. the larder was empty,
their small store of food long finished. try and bring back at least two fish
this evening his wife called out.
The
old fisherman set off. grumbling into softly his beard. if I still had a dowry of
jewels. I'd give it back and ask her father to take her home. he said to
himself. when he arrived at the river. he sat on long and cast his line. but
the bright morning sun peeping through the treetops soon made him sleepy. he
began to nod drowsily and soon he was fast asleep. the piercing cry of a bird
woke him up. cried the old man.
Good
morning, friend. said a voice cheerfully. Iof t came the largest bird the old man
had ever seen. he got up and tried to run away but he stumbled over a long and
fell. don't be afraid. I'm going to help you. not harm you. said the bird.
“You
wish to help me? but way? asked the old man.
"I'm Kahkah Birdwas and we always help people. said the bird pleasantly. the old man
was puzzled and scratched his head. watch this. said the bird. it flapped its
huge wings. rose into the sky and swiftly dived in and out the river. In its
beak were there large fish.
You're going to help me fish? that's wonderful. said the old man, his eyes shining at the sight of the fish. life has been difficult as I've not had much luck fishing. the old man told the bird.
I'll
help you fish but you mustn't tell a soul. about me. The Khakha bird said. the
fisherman solemnly promised not to do so. all morning the great Khakha bird
fished and soon the old man's basket was bursting with silvery fish of all
sizes. wonderful, cried old man again and again. you go home now but each day
I'll be here to help you fish. promised the Khakha bird.
The
old man hurried home. wife, wife look all these fish. he said, quickly he told
her what had happened at the river. now, not a word of this to anyone, not even
a relative. warned her husband. they cleaned and cut the fish and cooked the
pieces until they were golden brown. then they rushed to the market square.
fresh fish, cooked fish for sale. called out the fisherman's wife happily. soon
her basket was filled with coins. husband, I'm the happiest and luckiest woman in the world to have such a clever husband, she told him.
Their
neighbours were curious about their sudden good fortune. come on, old man, tell
us. what is the secret of your good luck? they teased. but to no one would they
reveal the secret of the Kmarkhakha bird.
One
afternoon. as they selling fish in the market they had to move out of the way.
make way for the messenger of the great padishah. shouted a soldier, elbowing
his way through the crowded marked. hear ye! hear ye! a message from the great
padishah. he will reward anyone with half his kingdom if the whereabouts of the Khakha bird are made known to him. cried the messenger.
When
the messenger had left the market. the people cried out to each other in great
excitement. did you hear? the padishah will reward anyone with half his kingdom
just to know where to bird is.
The
old fisherman's wife turned to him and said, why didn't you tell the padishah's
messenger that you alone know where the bird is to be found? hush, women.
you know nothing of the matter. it needs much thought. said the old man. but
husband, half his kingdom, for just a bird too, went on his wife.
Be
quiet, women. we'll discuss this at home. he warned. all that night they stayed
up and talked about the padishah's message. why, you'll be the second most
powerful man in the whole kingdom. his waif told him. I'll have a fine house
jewel she sighed happily. The padishah wants it. said the old man
The
next day. the fisherman made his want to the palace of Padishah. he had on a
robe of fine silk and a new turban I've come on a matter of great importance. I
know where the Khakha bird is to be found. he told the guard. come this way,
sir!. said the guard and showed him into the throne room.
The
padishah sat on a high golden throne studded with precious jewels. he was
surrounded by his courtier. you've news of the Khakha bird. Asked the padishah.
Yes,
Your Excellency, but first, may I respectfully enquire as to the way you wish to
have the Khakha bird. Asked the fisherman bravely.
the
padishah was known for his cruelty. old man, can't you see that I'm blind.
shouted the padishah. my doctors tell me that the only cure is the blood of the Khakha bird smeared over my sightless eyes. the padishah went on.
The bird helped me and...! stammered the old fisherman. I'm not interested in your explanation. bring me the bird or you'll pay for your life. screamed the padishah.
Four
hundred of the finest horsemen in the padishah's guards accompanied the old
fisherman to the river. they rode coal-black horses from the padishah's
stables.
The
fisherman's wife was washing clothes by the river. when she saw the soldiers,
she was greatly alarmed. husband, what's all this about? she enquired
fearfully. Go with soldiers, and hide in the forest. don't come out until give the
signal. he told her sternly.
Then
the old man took out some sweetmeats and placed them on a stone. he squatted
and waited patiently, presently, he heard the sound of flapping wings. hullo,
friend you were not at the river as usual today. greeted the Khakha bird.
I
er... I was busy, said the old man. here I've brought you some sweetmeats as
you've helped me so often. The old man said. Thank you. said the Khakha bird
and began to eat with its back to the forest.
With
a heavy heart, the old man raised his hand as a signal to the soldier. then he
grabbed hold of the Khakha bird's leg. what, are you doing friend? asked the
bird. puzzled. the fisherman's wife rushed up to him and held onto his hand.
the bird began to struggle.
hold
on to my waist, wife, and don't let go whatever happens, the old man cried out.
Hold
on to me, captain, and don't let go whatever happens, said the woman to the
captain of the guard.
The
soldier formed a chain. each holding on tightly to the other. from the guard.
flapping its wings strongly. hold on! don't let go of whatever happens. the captain
told his soldier. slowly the bird rose higher and higher. it made frightening noises and tried to free itself. the wind rushed by as the bird
rose steadily to the sky.
"Ai....eeee
... I feel so giddy complained the old man fisherman. don't let go, whatever
happens, shouted the guard. hold on! panted his wife. face red with
exertion it's all your fault. she panted. you haven't a sensible bone in your
body. husband, that's the matter with you. she scolded. what will the neighbours think if they see us? I'll be the laughingstock of your village and it's all
your fault. she went on.
"Ah,
I feel so ill. This terrible wind. I don't think I can hold on much longer.
cried the old fisherman. with that, he let go and one after another. the people
came tumbling down to the earth.
The Khakha bird looked sadly at the tiny. human specks hurtling earthward and then flapping its powerful wings it soared high into the bright. blue sky with the wind at its back.
The end.
Rewrite. Apero Fublic
Palembang, 5 April 2020
Sy.
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