Call Me Scheherazade

I was listening to a writer on a podcast…., I know, I should be reading the works of this writer and have, but my eyes are not as awesome as they once where and since I like background and human interest, I enjoy interviews that are LONGGGGGG, so podcasts are my current jam.

This writer was talking about Schedheranzade. Apparently I have been living under a rock and didn’t know who this was, but I blame my lack of being interested in some fictitious stories, which Schedheranzade is all about.

She is the storyteller of the One Thousand and One Nights. You know, the Middle Eastern collection of tales. I know Aladdin, flying carpets and such, but that is about it. Plus it is hot there so I don’t know much about hot climates as I spend most of my time crying in the frozen tundra between January and April.

When I first heard her name I thought that it wasn’t very Mideasterny and went to find that it was Germanized in 1801. I’m like 75% German so I get that, but am not impressed as I like the Persian way better, but here she is mostly known By the Germanized name. That makes no sense to me, but…

The meaning of her Arabic Middle Persian name comes from a combo of lineage, exalted and noble. Since that explains all of us I am good with that. Plus as I get older I see myself from a hardy line of humans and I am a follower of Jesus as he is my mother/father/sister/brother…looks like I am in the family. This is a fitting name.

I didn’t know her story as others might so I will just give you the short version. Shahryar the King found out his wife was cheating on him. Since now he had trust and anger issues he decided from now on her would marry a virgin every day and then kill her, replenishing his little family with a new victim every day…and repeat. This way the new wife would not have the chance to be unfaithful. This brings in many questions like, “Really?” and “Who is being unfaithful here?”, but these are stories about men that are weird so there is that.

By the time it was Scheherazade’s turn for a spin he had been unfaithful to 1,001 wives. See how I turned that around there? Because Sheherazade was so well read, was a student of so many things and had a memory like Alexa, was witty, polite, super smart and had impeccable manners, and brave she decided to stop the madness and volunteer to be the next in line. Her dad was a high ranking military advisor so he had some pull. Her dad didn’t want her to do it, but she did volunteered for the fresh position of Mrs. Shahryar.

She asked the king if she could tell her a story before he killed her. Who doesn’t like a good story? He agreed. The king lay awake and listened with awe as Scheherazade told her first story. This is high pressure. The night passed by and Scheherazade stopped in the middle. The king asked her to finish, but Scheherazade said there was no time, as dawn was breaking. So, the king spared her life for one day to finish the story the next night. The following night, Scheherazade finished the story and then began a second, more exciting tale, which she again stopped halfway through at dawn. Again, the king spared her life for one more day so she could finish the second story.

The king allowed Scheherazade to live day by day, as he couldn’t wait for the finishing of the previous night’s story. At the end of 1,001 nights, and 1,000 stories, Scheherazade told the king that she had no more stories to tell him. I think that is a lie, but that is just me. During these 1,001 nights, the king had fallen in love with Scheherazade. There is no talk of whether she fell in love with him, but he spared her life and made her his queen. I think that she is a hero as she saved so many lives with her abilities to tell stories.

Then I was thinking that I am not saving anyone’s life by writing stories and telling truths from my perspective, but I am wrong. I started this blog to help myself and if that saves my brain from over heating. The arts can do that for people. Call me Scheherazade.

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