One sultan had four wives. He loved his fourth wife the most, the youngest and most affectionate. The sultan gave her luxurious clothes and jewelry, took care of her, and cherished her. And she was cheerful and pleased him, informs Ukr.Media.
He also loved his third wife, an exceptional beauty. When he traveled to other countries, he always took her with him so that everyone could see her beauty, and he was always afraid that she would one day leave him and run away to someone else.
The Sultan also loved his second wife, who was intelligent and insightful. She was his confidant, intelligent, kind, and patient. When the Sultan had problems, he would confide in his second wife, and she would help him get out of a difficult situation and get through difficult times.
The first wife was the eldest and was inherited by him from his deceased elder brother. The woman was very devoted to her husband and did everything possible to preserve and increase the wealth of both the Sultan himself and his entire country. Despite this, the Sultan did not love his first wife, and even the fact that she loved him deeply did not move the Sultan. He did not pay any attention to her.
One day the Sultan fell ill. He remembered his life of luxury and thought, “Now I have four wives, but when I die, I will be alone.”
And he asked his fourth wife:
“I loved you more than anyone else, I gave you the best, I protected you with special care. Now that I am dying, are you ready to go with me to the kingdom of the dead?”
“Don't even think about it!” replied the fourth wife, and left without another word. Her words pierced the husband's heart like a dagger.
The exhausted sultan asked his third wife:
“I have admired you all my life. Now that I am dying, are you willing to go with me to the realm of shadows?”
“No!” replied his third wife. “Life is so beautiful! When you die, I intend to get married!”
The Sultan was saddened—his heart had never known such pain.
Then he asked his second wife:
“I have always come to you for help, and you have always helped me and been my best advisor. Now that I am dying, are you willing to go with me to where the pale shadows groan and beg the Lord of Souls for mercy?”
“I'm sorry I can't help you this time,” replied the second wife. “The most I can do is give you a decent burial.”
Her answer struck the Sultan like a thousand thunders and lightnings.
At that moment he heard a voice:
“I will go with you and go wherever you go, until the end!”
The Sultan looked in the direction of the voice and saw his first wife—exhausted and weakened by grief, almost unrecognizable.
The surprised sultan said:
“I should have been more careful with you while I still could!”
Each of us has four wives.
Our fourth wife is our body, no matter how much effort and time we put into looking good, it will leave us when we die.
Our third wife is our career, position, money, wealth, social status. When we die, they will go to others.
Our second wife is our family and relatives. No matter how much they helped us here, the most they can do for us is to see us to the grave.
Our first wife is our soul, which we often ignore in our pursuit of success, power, wealth, and pleasure. Despite this, the soul is the only one who accompanies us wherever we go.
By caring for it, protecting it, and developing it, we can give the world and ourselves the most valuable gift.
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