An Adorable Brother

I was born in a secluded village on a mountain. Day by day, my parents plowed the yellow dry soil with their backs towards the sky.
I have a brother who is 3 years younger than me. I wanted to buy a handkerchief, which all girls around me seemed to have. So, one day I stole 50 cents from my father's drawer. Father had discovered about the stolen money right away.
He made me and my younger brother kneel against the wall as he held a bamboo stick in his hand.
'Who stole the money?' he asked.
I was stunned, too afraid to talk. Neither of us admitted to the fault, so he said, 'Fine, if nobody wants to admit, you two should be beaten!'
He lifted up the bamboo stick.
Suddenly, my younger brother gripped father's hand and said, Dad, I was the one who did it!' The long stick smacked my brother's back repeatedly. Father was so angry that he kept on whipping my brother until he lost his breath.
After that, he sat down on our stone bed and scolded my brother, 'You have learned to steal from your own house now. What other embarrassing things will you be possibly doing in the future? You should be beaten to death, you shameless thief!'
That night, my mother and I hugged my brother. His body was full of wounds from the beating but he never shed a single tear.
In the middle of the night, all of sudden, I cried out loudly. My brother covered my mouth with his little hand and said, Sis, now don't cry anymore. Everything has happened.'

I still hate myself for not having enough courage to admit what I did. Years went by, but the incident still seemed like it just happened yesterday.
I will never forget my brother's expression when he protected me.That year, my brother was 8 years old and I was 11 years old.

When my brother was in his last year of secondary school, he was accepted in an upper secondary school in the central. At the same time, I was accepted into a university in the province.
That night, father squatted in the yard, smoking, packet by packet. I could hear him ask my mother, 'Both of our children, they have good results? Very good results?' Mother wiped off her tears and sighed,' What is the use? How can we possibly finance both of them?'
At that time, my brother walked out, he stood in front of father and said, 'Dad, I don't want to continue my study anymore, I have read enough books.'

Father swung his hand and slapped my brother on his face. 'Why do you have a spirit so damn weak? Even if it means I have to beg for money on the streets, I will send you two to school until you have both finished your studies!'
And then, he started to knock on every house in the village to borrow money.
I stuck out my hand as gently as I can to my brother's swollen face, and told him, 'A boy has to continue his study; if not, he will not be able to overcome this poverty we are experiencing.
I, on the other hand, had decided not to further my study at the university.

Nobody knew that on the next day, before dawn, my brother left the house with a few pieces of worn-out clothes and a few dry beans. He sneaked to my side of the bed and left a note on my pillow; 'Sis, getting into a university is not easy. I will go find a job and I will send money to you.'
I held the note while sitting on my bed, and cried until I lost my voice. That year, my brother was 17 years old; I was 20 years old.
With the money father borrowed from the whole village, and the money my brother earned from carrying cement on his back at a construction site, finally, I managed to get to the third year of my study in the university.

One day, while I was studying in my room, my roommate came in and told me, 'There's a villager waiting for you outside!'
Why would there be a villager looking for me? I walked out, and I saw my brother from afar. His whole body was covered with dirt, dust, cement and sand. I asked him, 'Why did you not tell my roommate that you are my brother?'
He replied with a smile,' Look at my appearance. What will they think if they would know that I am your brother? Won't they laugh at you?'
I felt so touched, and tears filled my eyes. I swept away dirt and dust from my brother's body. And told him with a lump in my throat, 'I don't care what people would say! You are my brother no matter what your appearance is?'
From his pocket, he took out a butterfly hair clip. He put it on my hair and said, 'I saw all the girls in town are wearing it. So, I think you should also have one.'
I could not hold back myself anymore. I pulled my brother into my arms and cried. That year, my brother was 20 years old; I was 23 years old.

I noticed that the broken window was repaired the first time I brought my boyfriend home. The house was scrubbed clean. After my boyfriend left, I danced like a little girl in front of my mother, 'Mom, you didn't have to spend so much time cleaning the house!' But she told me with a smile,
'It was your brother who went home early to clean the house. Didn't you see the wound on his hand? He hurt his hand while he was replacing the window.'
I went into my brother's bedroom. Looking at his thin face, I felt like hundreds of needles pricked in my heart.
I applied some ointment on his wound and put a bandage on it, 'Does it hurt?' I asked him. 'No, it doesn't hurt. You know, when at the construction site, stones keep falling on my feet ...Even that could not stop me from working.'
In the middle of the sentence, he stopped. I turned my back on him and tears rolled down my face. That year, my brother was 23 years old; I was 26 years old.

After I got married, I lived in the city. Many times my husband invited my parents to come and live with us, but they didn't want. They said, once they left the village, they wouldn't know what to do. My brother agreed with them.
He said, 'Sis, you just take care of your parents-in-law. I will take care of Mom and Dad here.' My husband became the director of his factory. We asked my brother to accept the offer of being the manager in the maintenance department. But my brother rejected the offer. He insisted on working as a repairman instead for a start.

One day, my brother was on the top of a ladder repairing a cable, when he got electrocuted, and was sent to the hospital.
My husband and I visited him at the hospital. Looking at the plaster cast on his leg, I grumbled, 'Why did you reject the offer of being a manager? Managers won't do something dangerous like that. Now look at you - you are suffering a serious injury. Why didn't you just listen to us?'
With a serious expression on his face, he defended his decision, 'Think of brother-in-law. He just became the director, and I being uneducated, and would become a manager, what kind of rumors would fly around?'
My husband's eyes filled up with tears, and then I said, 'But you lack in education only because of me!' 'Why do you talk about the past?' he said and then he held my hand. That year, he was 26 years old and I was 29 years old.

My brother was 30 years old when he married a farmer girl from the village. During the wedding reception, the master of ceremonies asked him, 'Who is the one person you respect and love the most?'
Without even taking a time to think, he answered,' My sister.' He continued by telling a story I could not even remember.

'When I was in primary school, the school was in a different village. Everyday, my sister and I would walk for 2 hours to school and back home. One day, I lost the other pair of my gloves. My sister gave me one of hers.
She wore only one glove and she had to walk far. When we got home, her hands were trembling because of the cold weather that she could not even hold her chopsticks. From that day on, I swore that as long as I live, I would take care of my sister and will always be good to her.' Applause filled up the room. All guests turned their attention to me.
I found it hard to speak, 'In my whole life, the one I would like to thank most is my brother, 'And in this happy occasion, in front of the crowd, tears were rolling down my face again.

Love and care for the one you love every single day of your life. You may think what you did is just a small deed, but to that someone, it may mean a lot.

The Cat and the Mouse

The cat and the mouse

Play’d in the malt-house:
The cat bit the mouse’s tail off.“Pray, puss, give me my tail.” “No," says the cat, “I’ll not give you your tail,till you go to the cow, and fetch me some milk.”
First she leapt and then she ran,
Till she came to the cow, and thus began:
“Pray,Cow, give me milk, that I may give cat milk,that cat may give me my own tail again."

“No,”said the cow,“I will give you no milk,till you go to the farmer, and get me some hay.”

First she leapt, and then she ran,
Till she came to the farmer and thus began:
“Pray, Farmer, give me hay, that I may give cow hay,that cow may give me milk, that I may give cat milk,that cat may give me my own tail again.”“No,” says the farmer,

“I’ll give you no hay, till you go to the butcher and fetch me some meat.”
First she leapt, and then she ran,
Till she came to the butcher, and thus began:
“Pray, Butcher, give me meat, that I may give farmer meat, that farmer may give me hay, that I may give cow hay, that cow may give me milk, that I may give cat milk, that cat may give me my own tail again." “No,” says the butcher, “I’ll give you no meat, till you go to the baker and fetch me some bread.”
First she leapt and then she ran,
Till she came to the baker, and thus began:
“Pray, Baker, give me bread, that I may give butcher bread, that butcher may give me meat, that I may give farmer meat, that farmer may give me hay, that I may give cow hay, that cow may give me milk, that I may give cat milk, that cat may give me my own tail again.”
“Yes,” says the baker, “I’ll give you some bread,
But if you eat my meal, I’ll cut off your head.”
Then the baker gave mouse bread, and mouse gave butcher bread, and butcher gave mouse meat, and mouse gave farmer meat, and farmer gave mouse hay, and mouse gave cow hay, and cow gave mouse milk, and mouse gave cat milk, and cat gave mouse her own tail again!______________________________________________________

Once upon a time the cat bit the mouse's tail off. “Give me back my tail,” said the mouse. And the cat said, “Well, I would give you back your tail if you fetched me some milk. But that's impossible to do for a little mouse like you.”
The mouse, however, went to the cow. “The cat will only give me back my tail if I fetch her some milk.”
And the cow said, “Well, I would give you milk if you got me some hay. But that's impossible to do for a little mouse like you.”
The mouse, however, went to the farmer. “The cat will only give me back my tail if the cow gives me some milk. And the cow will only give me milk if I get her some hay.”
And the farmer said, “Well, I would give you hay if you brought me some meat. But that's impossible to do for a little mouse like you.”
The mouse, however, went to the butcher. “The cat will only give me back my tail if the cow gives me milk. And the cow will only give me milk if she gets some hay. And the farmer will only give me hay if I get him some meat.”
And the butcher said, “Well, I would give you meat if you made the baker bake me bread. But that's impossible to do for a little mouse like you."
The mouse, however, went to the baker. “The cat will only give me back my tail if I fetch her some milk. And the cow will not give me milk if I don't get her hay. And the farmer will only give me hay if the butcher has some meat for him. And the butcher will not give me meat if you do not bake him bread.”
And the baker said, “Well, I will give you bread if you promise never to steal my corn or meal.”
The mouse promised not to steal, and so the baker gave the mouse bread, the mouse gave the butcher bread. The butcher gave the mouse meat; the mouse gave the farmer meat. The farmer gave the mouse hay; the mouse gave the cow hay. The cow gave the mouse milk; the mouse gave the cat milk. And the cat gave the mouse her tail back.

2010

Happy New Year to all my readers....

Song of the Jellicles

Jellicle Cats come out to-night
Jellicle Cats come one come all:
The Jellicle Moon is shining bright -
Jellicles come to the Jellicle Ball.

Jellicle Cats are black and white,
Jellicle Cats are rather small;
Jellicle Cats are merry and bright,
And pleasant to hear when they caterwaul.
Jellicle Cats have cheerful faces,
Jellicle Cats have bright black eyes;
They like to practise their airs and graces
And wait for the Jellicle Moon to rise.

Jellicle Cats develop slowly,
Jellicle Cats are not too big;
Jellicle Cats are roly-poly,
They know how to dance a gavotte and a jig.
Until the Jellicle Moon appears
They make their toilette and take their repose:
Jellicle Cats wash behind their ears,
Jellicles dry between their toes.

Jellicle Cats are white and black,
Jellicle Cats are of moderate size;
Jellicles jump like a jumping-jack,
Jellicle Cats have moonlit eyes.
They're quiet enough in the morning hours,
They're quiet enough in the afternoon,
Reserving their terpsichorean powers
To dance by the light of the Jellicle Moon.

Jellicle Cats are black and white,
Jellicle Cats (as I said) are small;
If it happends to be a stormy night
They will practise a caper or two in the hall.
If it happens the sun is shining bright
You would say they had nothing to do at all:
They are resting and saving themselves to be right
For the Jellicle Moon and the Jellicle Ball.

By T.S Eliot - (1888 – 1965)

The Donkey

When forests walked and fishes flew
And figs grew upon thorn,
Some moment when the moon was blood,
Then, surely, I was born.

With monstrous head and sickening bray
And ears like errant wings—
The devil's walking parody
Of all four-footed things:

The battered outlaw of the earth
Of ancient crooked will;
Scourge, beat, deride me—I am dumb—
I keep my secret still.

Fools! For I also had my hour—
One far fierce hour and sweet:
There was a shout around my head
And palms about my feet.

By G.K. Chesterton (1874 - 1936)

The Tiger

Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?

And what shoulder and what art
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand and what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? What dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

When the stars threw down their spears,
And watered heaven with their tears,
Did He smile His work to see?
Did He who made the lamb make thee?

Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

By 'William Blake' (1757 – 1827)

Ali Baba & Fourty Thieves

Once upon a time, in a town not far from Bagdad, in the land of Persia, there lived two brothers, one was Cassim, and the other one was Ali Baba. Cassim had married a rich wife, but Ali Baba was poor, and made his living by cutting wood, which he brought upon two mules into the town to sell.

One day, when he was in the forest cutting wood, suddenly he heard some noise. He tied up his two mules behind some high rocks and hide behind a tree. He saw a troop of 40 horsemen coming toward him. Each man wore a saber and a dagger in his belt. They looked very fierce. Fearing they might be burglar, he climbed up a tree to hide.

Near the tree there was a sheer stock formed of hard rock. They descended in front of the rock, and one, who seemed to be captain, stepped up to the rock and said,
"OPEN, SESAME!”.
Immediately a door opened in the rock. Each thief lifted two heavy saddle bags off his horse, and they all passed through the door. As they went in the door closed behind them.Ali Baba could hardly believe what he had seen! He did not dare to climb down from his tree-the horsemen might come out at any moment and find him. He stayed in the tree and waited a long time.

After awhile the door opened again, and the horsemen came out. Their captain said:

"SHUT, SESAME!"

The door closed, and they all rode away.When they were out of sight Ali Baba came down from the tree, and walked up to the rock, took a deep breath and said,

"OPEN, SESAME!"

The door at once opened. Ali Baba stepped inside, and the door closed. He found himself in a large cave, lighted from a hole high up in the top. He looked around and saw full of all kinds of treasure--rich silks and carpets, heaps of silver and heaps of gold, fine rugs and many bags of money. Ali Baba loaded his two mules with as many of the bags of gold as they could carry; and, when he was done, he said:

"OPEN, SESAME!"

And the door flew open. Ali Baba carried the heavy bags out of the cave. Then he turned to face the rock. and said:

"SHUT, SESAME!" .And the door closed.
After closing the door he put some wood on top, so no one could see his treasure and made his way to home. Ali Baba brought the bags to his wife and poured out the gold. He told her about the forty thieves, and about the treasure cave behind the door in the rock."The thieves must not know who took the gold," he told his wife. "We will bury it in the yard.""Let me weigh it first," she said, "so we will know how much gold we have." She ran next door, to the house of Ali Baba's brother, the merchant Cassim. And she asked Cassin's wife to lend her a scale.Cassin's wife was very curious. What were they weighting next door? She had to find out! She rubbed some fat inside the scale-perhaps something would stick to it. Sure enough, when Ali Baba's wife brought back the scale, two pieces of gold were stuck to the bottom.In the evening, Cassim came home from his shop. "Look, Cassim," his wife said. "Your brother Ali Baba and his wife are not such poor people after all. They have so much gold, they don't count it-they weigh it!"Now Cassim liked gold more than anything in the world. He thought, "I must have some of that gold!"That night, Cassim could not sleep. He could not stop thinking of all that gold! As soon as the sun came up, he ran next door."Tell me, brother Ali Baba," said Cassim, "where did you get so much gold you had to weigh it on our scale?" And he showed his brother the two pieces of gold that had struck to the bottom of the scale.So Ali Baba told his brother Cassim about the treasure cave, and he told him the worlds that opened and shut the door. He warned him about the forty thieves too.Within the hour, Cassim took twenty saddle bags and ten fine mules, and he set out for the forest. When he came to the huge rock, he said: "OPEN, SESAME!" And the door flew open. Cassim carried his twenty saddle bags into the cave-and the door closed behind him.Cassim rushed to the gold. He dug his hands deep into a heap of gold and scooped some up. "Gold! Gold!" he cried. "I'll be rich!"He filled saddle bag after saddle bag. He stuffed his bags so quickly and so full that pieces of gold spilled out on the rocky floor. Then Cassim dragged his bags to the door. But what were the words that opened it?"Open, door of gold!" cried Cassim. But no, that was not right. The words had something to do with a grain-but which grain?"Open, barley!" he cried. But the door in the rock stayed shut. Cassim was trapped inside the treasure cave, with all that gold.Later that morning, the thieves came back to the rock. When the door flew open, the captain saw Cassim, sitting on the bags of gold."Thief!" shouted the captain. "How did you learn our secret? You must die!" The captain drew his saber, and with one blow he killed Cassim.The thieves left Cassim's body where it had fallen and rode away.All that day, Cassim's wife waited. Evening came, and then night. And still, Cassim had not come back. Now Cassim's wife ran next door."Oh Ali Baba, dear brother-in-law," she cried."You alone know where Cassim has gone. Please go and bring him home!" Ali Baba took his two mules and went into the forest. In the dark, the huge rock looked forbidding. But Ali Baba called bravely:"OPEN, SESAME!" And the door flew open.There, at Ali Baba's feet, on top of the bags of gold, lay his brother Cassim."Poor Cassim," Ali Baba said sadly. He wrapped his dead brother in one of the lovely rugs. And he laid him on one of the mules. Then Ali Baba put small pieces of wood on top, so that no one could see what he was carrying home.Cassim's wife wept bitterly when she saw her dead husband. She cried and tore her hair. Her young servant girl Morgiana tried to comfort her. Ali Baba said, "Be brave, dear sister-in-law. In spite of this great sadness, we must be very careful. The thieves who killed Cassim may come after us. Leave everything to me and Morgiana!"Ali Baba knew that Morgiana was brave and clever. "The thieves must not find out that the man they killed was your master Cassim," he said to her. "They must think that he died at home, in his bed. You are a clever girl, Morgiana. You will know what to do!"And Morgiana knew just what to do.In the morning she ran to the druggist. "My master Cassim is very sick," she said. "Please, give me some strong medicine for him!"The next day Morgiana came back to the druggist. Now she was weeping. She said, "My master Cassim is very, very sick. I am afraid he may die! Please give me the strongest medicine you have!"The druggist told everyone how sick Cassim was. And so, on the third day, no one in town was surprised to hear that Cassim had died. All the townspeople came to the funeral.Cassim's wife and her servant Morgiana went to live next door with Ali Baba's family. And Ali Baba's oldest son took care of Cassim's shop."Now," thought Ali Baba, "my worries are over. We are all safe."The thieves were gone for a week. Then they came back to the door in the rock-with full saddle bags. As soon as they entered the treasure cave, they saw that Cassim's body was gone."Dead men don't walk away! Someone else knows our secret!" shouted the captain. "We must find this man and kill him too!" The captain disguised one of his men as a traveler. "Go into town," the captain said to this thief. "Find out the name of the man I killed, and find out where he lived. Then back and tell me. Hurry!"At the gates of the town, the thief met a friendly old man. "Tell me, old man, what's new in town?" asked the thief."Well," the old man said, "this very week, we've had a funeral. The merchant Cassim suddenly got very sick and died.""Ha! That must be our man!" thought the thief. "The people who know our secret are clever. They pretended this Cassim was sick before he died."Then the thief said to the old man: "Can you show me the house of the merchant Cassim?"The old man, who liked to talk, took him there the long way. They went through many little streets. Then the old man said, "This is Cassim's house, behind this wall. Now his wife lives with the family of Cassim's brother Ali Baba. Ali Baba's house is next door, behind that wall."When the old man went away, the thief took a piece of white chalk out of his bag. He made a white chalk mark on Ali Baba's gate. Then he hurried back to the forest.Morgiana saw everything. She saw the old man and the stranger before the house. When they were gone, she saw the white chalk mark too.Morgiana knew just what to do. She brought a piece of white chalk. And she ran all through the town. . . .The next day, the thief brought his captain, to show him the gate with the white chalk mark. "Here is the house," he said. But soon they saw another gate with a white chalk mark and another and another. Every gate in town was marked with white chalk."Fool!" shouted the captain of the thieves. And when they came back to the forest, the captain drew his saber and killed the man.That very day, the captain sent another thief into town. This thief met the same old man. And the old man took him too, the long way around, to the houses of Cassim and Ali Baba.The second thief took a piece of red chalk and made a mark on Ali Baba's gate. Then he hurried back to the forest.Again, Morgiana saw everything. She bought a piece of red chalk. And she ran all through the town. . . .The next day, the second thief brought the captain to town. "This is the house," he said, "the one with the red chalk mark on the gate!" but soon they saw that every gate in town was marked with red chalk."Oh you fool!" shouted the captain. "You will die for this!" And as soon as they were back in the forest, the captain killed the second thief too.Now the captain himself came to town. The old man showed him the houses of Cassim and Ali Baba. The captain did not need to make a chalk mark on the gate. He looked at the two houses. He looked at the street. He could remember just where this place was.The captain made his plan to kill Ali Baba and all who knew the secret of the treasure cave. That very day, he sent some of his thieves to another town to get nineteen mules. And he told them to bring back thirty-eight big oil jars made of leather. "Fill up only one of the jars with oil," he said to his men. "But rub some oil on the thirty-seven empty jars-so they too will look full. And hurry back!"Soon the thieves came back. They brought nineteen mules. Each mule was carrying two big oil jars made of leather."Well done, men!" said the captain. He now told his thirty-seven thieves to hide themselves in the thirty-seven empty oil jars.The captain disguised himself as an oil merchant. He drove his nineteen mules into town and went to Ali Baba's house. Ali Baba and his oldest son were sitting outside, enjoying the cool evening air."Good evening," said the captain of the thieves. "I have come to take my oil to market in the morning. But it is late and I have not found a place to stay. Would you be kind enough to take me in for the night?""I will be glad put you up, stranger," said Ali Baba. And Ali Baba and his son opened the gate wide for this oil merchant and his nineteen mules. The merchant unloaded the oil jars and set them down in the courtyard.After a good supper, the captain of the thieves said to Ali Baba, "I must go into the courtyard and look after my oil jars."The captain went to each jar. He tapped on each lid. And he whispered to his thirty-seven men, "My room faces the courtyard. When everyone in the house is asleep, I will come to my window. I will clap my hands three times. When you hear me, come out of your oil jars. I'll come down to lead you. Be sure to have your daggers with you. We shall kill everyone in this place!"Then the captain went to his room.Morgiana was working late that night. She saw that there was very little oil left in the oil lamp."I am sure the merchant won't mind if I take a tiny bit of his oil from one of those big jars," she thought. Morgiana went into the courtyard. She went to the first jar to fill her lamp. When she came near, a men's voice inside the jar said, "Is it time?"Anyone else would have screamed. But not Morgiana! Right away, she guessed who was in those jars-and that the oil merchant was really the captain of the thieves.Morgiana disguised her voice. She wanted to sound like the captain. She whispered, "Not yet!" Morgiana went from jar to jar. Thirty-seven times she heard a man's voice saying, "Is it time?" And thirty-seven times she whispered, "Not yet!"When she came to the thirty-eighth jar, she found that it was full of oil. She filled her lamp and went back into the kitchen."I must act quickly," she thought. "Or we'll all be killed!"Now Morgiana took a big pot. She went into the courtyard and filled it with oil. She boiled the oil in that big pot on the stove. Then she took the boiling oil into the courtyard. She went from jar to jar. She lifted the lid of each jar just a bit. Into each jar she poured some boiling oil. Then she closed the lid again. In this way she killed all the thieves on the spot.Then Morgiana went back into the kitchen and waited.Everything was quite. The captain of the thieves thought everyone had gone to sleep. He came to the window, and he clapped his hands three times. Nothing stirred in the courtyard."Why can't they hear me?" he wondered. He came down into the courtyard. And he saw that all his men were dead."Oh all my brave men!" thought the captain of the thieves. "But I must get away, or I too will die!" the climbed over the wall and ran all the way to the forest.In the morning Morgiana told Ali Baba all that happened."Were it not for you, dear Morgiana," he said, "the thieves would be alive, and we would all be dead!"Once more the captain laid a plot to kill Ali Baba and all his family. Again he disguised himself - this time, as a rug merchant. He took some of the finest rugs from the treasure cave, and he rode into town, straight to the shop of Ali Baba's son. Ali Baba's son had never seen such fine rugs."I am so glad to meet a young man as wise as you are," said the rug merchant to him. "It is a joy to sell these rugs to a man who knows how fine they are!"The two talked and talked. When evening came, Ali Baba's son brought the traveling rug merchant home for supper.While Morgiana served the food, she looked closely at the stranger. She saw at once that he was the captain of the thieves - and she saw that he was carrying a dagger under his coat! "Oh he has come to kill my master Ali Baba and his son! He has come to kill us all!" she said to herself.And Morgiana knew just what to do.She was a fine dancer, and often danced before the guests of Ali Baba; so, after the meal, as Ali Baba and his son and their guest sat smoking, she came to give a performance. When supper was over, she put on her dancing skirt. She stuck a dagger into her belt. Then she took her tambourine. She held up the tambourine with one hand - and with the other she held up the dagger. She danced so well, everyone threw money on her tambourine. The rug merchant leaned close to Ali Baba. Morgiana jumped toward him, took her dagger - and killed him on the spot."Morgiana!" cried Ali Baba. "What have you done!"The merchant had fallen over. His false moustache had come off. And he was holding a dagger in his hand."Why, it's the captain of the thieves!" cried Morgiana."And he was about to kill you with his dagger," said Morgiana.As the robbers were now all dead, they were free from further danger.
Now they all thanked Morgiana for saving their lives. Ali Baba's son was also impressed by her courage. Ali Baba "Father," he said to Ali Baba. "You know how brave and clever Morgiana is. Nowhere in the world could I find a better wife! Please, let us be married!"

After awhile, Ali Baba's son married Morgiana, and they lived long in peace and happiness.
From that time on, whenever anyone in the town was in need, Ali Baba and his son went back to the door in the rock.
They called out:"OPEN, SESAME!" And the door opened...