Narrator: Falak Vameqiniya
Job: Farmer and housewife
Location: Por Eshkeft village from the area of Kohkiluye and Boyer Ahmad Province
Date of collection: 8/4/1398
Collector: Zeynab Mosaddeq
Fayez Dashtestani had fallen in love and was constantly returning to the plains. Fairies were always in front of him. Fayez fell in love with one of them. “I will marry you on three terms,” Pari(Fairy) told him. Fayez accepted and married her. They continued to live together until God gave them two children. The children were taken care of by the wolves. Fayez’s mother, who was not a poor old woman (like me, according to the narrator), fell into bed and was dying. Pari saw things in her moments of life that others didn’t see. Pari packed up and sat down in the arch of a high window. Fayez looked at her and fell silent. When Fayez’s mother died and people wanted to take her to the water for a bath, Pari saw two pieces, one of which was a patch of water and the other a piece of burnt bread given to the boy, and was moving on a short wooden stick above her head. Those two were the only good things Fayez’s mother did during her lifetime and only Pari could see it! Pari laughed when she saw that scene. Fayez, who witnessed everything, was determined and asked Pari why you was sitting on the window when my mother died, and you collected yourself. And when they took her to the water to bathe, why did you laugh? Prior to her marriage, Pari had promised Fayez that he would not ask her the reason for her actions and would not swear at her mother-in-law and spit on her. With these questions, Fayez violated all three conditions. Pari answered him, “Weren’t you supposed to ask a question?” Fayez, who was very angry with Pari, spat and said, “Damn your mother’s milk!” Pari got up from Fayez and angrily walked away from him and called the wolves. She said: Bring the children! The wolves brought the children, and Pari cut them both in half. She threw half of it at Fayez and kept the other half with herself. From that moment, Pari left him forever. At that moment, Fayez started composing poetry and sang:
“Oh! The fairy, the fairy, the fairy! … ” He was sorry for what he had done. Pari came to him and Fayez only smelled her and knew that Pari had come to him but did not show herself to him. At that moment, his poem was blossoming again and he described it as follows: “I woke up to smell the scent of flowers. I was slept that I said to myself which my beloved came to me.”
Set by Ashraf Sheibaniaghdam
