First chapter

IN THE CASE OF TWO FAITHFUL SHORES
As I heard, while the king of Kamran, than Khan of four nations Amir Temur Koragon conquered the climates one after the other, fierce battles took place in the land of India. Sahibqiran came victorious, conquered several territories and struck great terror into the hearts of the enemies. The jews were infidels, and the emperor ordered to exterminate them all. Each soldier began to behead at will. Heads filled all sides like stones in floods . Sharp daggers were cutting heads everywhere. At that moment, the two poor people encountered the killers. A cop tried to cut off the head of one of them. If he doesnʼt follow the kingʼs order, he will be killed for sure! He took out his dagger and was about to cut off the Indianʼs head, when his comrade saw that his friendʼs head was under the sword blade, opened his own head and held it to the enemy soldier and said. " If you need a head, donʼt touch his head, cut off my head. "
He began to plead. Soldier left the previous Indian and raised a knife to kill the next one, his comrade the killer put his head on his feet and wished to kill himself. An enraged cop raised a dagger to one of them saying, " okay, I will take your heads off " , while the other screamed in agony. Two friends were arguing with each other to get their heads cut off first. As this situation continued, the announ cement of " al-aman , i.e " stop killing " and leave the rest alive, was heard among the people. Two friends sacrificed their lives for each other, and the king ordered to sacrifice the blood of the people. The two best friends showed their true loyalty and survived and saved the lives of the people.
THE NINTH ARTICLE
IS ABOUT THE HERB OF LOVE
Messenger At dawn, they made a man made of clay drunk with spirit - they put a spirit in his body. With the hand of wisdom, they nourished the soil like the garden of Eram. This gulshan, like a garden of paradise, was the jilvagoh of hurlar. Every moment, the birds told a hundred legends, and those who heard them repeatedly asked to tell a new legend. Every flower of this garden was as pure and yellow as the garden of the heavens, like a new moon. Her face was like the purest flower, and the redness on her face was her pride. His stature was as tall as a lily, perhaps like a cypress and candlestick. Zulfi was a mushkin, his face was like the most tulip-like prose, water and grass were burning on his face as if it were dripping from a spring of the sun, his eyes were like narcissus and his lips were like open buds. The soft feathers look very beautiful, like the dew on the greens it was like sweat. So, Husni was incomparable in Jamal. While the nightingale was singing a love story, he went to watch this boston. His eyes fell on the flower and his soul became aware of the passion. His heart was full of love, and his heart was full of sorrow. When the flower started to smile and smile at him, the nightingale's heart burned and she cried so much that the grass fell from the grass. come down It's obvious that you're in love. The knot of love stronger and stronger, the lover's passion increased, after that, the world property fell into a frenzy of love, began to rob the people of the time. The soul was intoxicated by the thorn of this flower, and the soul was intoxicated by this rich smell. Love has turned the heart from fire to dust. If there is no love, there will be no two worlds, then two worlds, no soul. A person without a job has no soul, Husnni' netsun kishkim, no soul. If love is a thing, then the heart is its storage box, but the sun, love and the heart are its sign. Love is a good thing, like a candle and a fire, so love makes it clear. Whoever says he is in love is not in love, Not everyone is faithful in love. A person who has wandered all over the world, found a beautiful person, and then fell in love with her, considered his heart to be a piece of stone, a rock heated by a candle. Pretending to be in pain from a lie, he sews his collar without mourning, he is a trickster, a liar, a schemer on the outside, and a devil's spawn on the inside; Is a lover whose loyalty is an ornament on the outside, and corruption and beauty on the inside, a real love devil? Wanting things from his wife, not shying away from obscenity, sometimes touching his lips, but not his soul, touching what he wanted, praising the body of a flower, describing each of its parts, and his words are obscene. if he kills a lover who is full of cunning, it is worth burning his body from head to foot. Know that the lover is in pain, His tongue, eyes, and heart are pure. If love has cleansed the lover from his own identity, or if he has cut into the grass of death, if his face is yellow because he hides his pain, his eyes are dry because he cannot shed tears, if his height is bent due to the burden of pain, and if his height is like the letter of a dol, If he has removed the thoughts of others from his mind and filled his soul only with the thoughts of his soul, if he has no othe words than the name of his lover, if his soul has no sorrow but the sorrow of his soul, if he sees only the beauty of his soul from all sides, then only such a lover is real. can be considered in love. Even his identity is eliminated, and when he glances, he sees only the shore, and only a lover who has been defeated in love in this way can be faithful in love. Only such love can make him forget his identity. Such a lover forgets his identity and cannot leave the house. Then his friends scolded him for not going out of the house, soothed him with the promise of paradise and cooled his heart from the fire of love. Among those people, the beautiful-faced sahibjamal captivates her with his charm. A face made of may gras a flower has opened, and one of them is pinched on the table, the husni grass is like a flower bed. Flowers can be seen everywhere in the flower garden. Her eyebrows resemble a crescent moon, and crescent moons drive lovers crazy. Still, they put their heads together and asked for advice to execute the nation. H. Zulfi's sunbuls fell on top of each other. Her grassy eyes look all around with flirtatiousness. It seems as if a drop of life has frozen on his lips, no, as if life is dripping from the fountain of trouble. What kind of display is this, O soul? Maybe Gulistoni Khalil, oh heart. When a lover comes to the head of a lover with such beauty, the lover has no choice but to become dust. Even though it is Shibli-yu Zunnun, it makes many people crazy. Dean is a childish little finger biting at their mourning. Ruhul-Amin, i.e. Gabriel, looks at him and saliva flows from his mouth. People who do not see will survive this fire, and it is not a bad thing to become ashes after seeing. Whoever is defiled and impure will come out purer if he enters this purifying grass. Whoever has the habit of burning like this will find happiness in the world.