An adaptation of ‘The Story about Aladdin, or The Wonderful Lamp’ from The Arabian Nights: Their Best-known Tales.

Part 1: The Magical Beginning

Chapter 1: The Secret Friendship

A tailor named Mustapha lived in a large city in the Kingdom of China. He was so poor that he struggled to provide for his wife and son, Aladdin.

Aladdin was brought up carefree and idle. He had developed many mischievous habits. He was headstrong and disobedient toward his father and mother. Aladdin was in the habit of going out early in the morning and staying out all day, playing in the streets.

One day, his wandering led him to the outskirts of the Palace grounds. Curiosity drew him closer to the grand walls. Spotting an old, overgrown section of the wall, he found a small gap just big enough for a child to slip through.

Aladdin found a hidden courtyard unlike anything he’d ever seen. Statues of brave warriors and animals seemed almost alive. He was just about to touch one of the carvings when a soft voice startled him, and he froze.

“Who are you?” the voice asked.

Turning around, Aladdin saw a girl his age, her silk dress flowing gently. Delicate flowers were woven into her hair. Her eyes were wide with curiosity and a hint of mischief dancing just beneath the surface.

“I’m Aladdin,” he replied. “I didn’t mean any harm. I was just exploring.”

The girl smiled. “I’m Princess Badroulboudour,” she said. “But you can call me Badra.”

From that day on, Aladdin and Princess Badroulboudour met secretly in the hidden corners of the Palace gardens. As seasons passed, they played games and shared stories about their different worlds. Their friendship was a freedom and escape—Aladdin escaped the noisy streets and his family’s hardships, and Badra was free from the strict expectations and rules of being a Princess.

However, as they grew older, the Palace guards became more vigilant, and Badra’s royal duties increased. The gap in the wall was discovered and sealed, and the Princess was kept under closer watch to prepare her for her future role as Queen. The happy memories of her days with Aladdin became cherished but distant dreams.

Aladdin felt the loss of his dear friend deeply. With no one to temper his restless spirit, he returned to his idle ways, neglecting any thoughts of a trade or profession.

Chapter 2: The False Uncle

When Aladdin was old enough to learn a trade, his father, the tailor, hoped to teach him the family craft. He brought Aladdin into his shop to learn sewing, but neither kind words nor stern talks could tame the boy’s lively nature.

Mustapha tried everything he could to interest Aladdin in the work. Still, when his back was turned, Aladdin would vanish for the day. Eventually, to his deep sorrow, Mustapha gave up trying to correct his son’s behavior. The disappointment weighed so heavily on him that he fell ill, and within a few months, he died.

Aladdin’s mother soon saw that her son had no interest in becoming a tailor. She decided to close the shop, selling the tools to support their family. Between this money and what she earned by spinning cotton, she managed to provide for herself and her son.

Years passed, and Aladdin continued living this way. By the time he was fifteen, he had never put his mind to anything useful or thought about his future. One day, while he was playing with his rowdy group of friends, a mysterious stranger stopped to watch them. This stranger was the African Magician—a sorcerer who had arrived from Africa only two days before.

The African Magician, skilled at reading people’s faces, saw something in Aladdin that was perfect for his plans. He slyly asked about Aladdin’s family, who he was, and what he liked. Once he had the information he needed, he approached Aladdin, pulled him aside from his friends, and said, “Child, wasn’t your father named Mustapha, the tailor?”

“Yes, sir,” replied Aladdin, “but he passed away long ago.”

At these words, the African Magician hugged Aladdin tightly and kissed him several times with tears in his eyes. Aladdin, watching these tears, asked him why he wept.

“Alas! My son,” cried the African Magician with a sigh, “how can I not be sad? I am your uncle; your worthy father was my own brother. I have been away for so many years, and now I am coming home with the hopes of seeing him. But it is some comfort that I knew you at first sight; you are so like him.”

Then, reaching into his purse, he gave the boy a handful of small coins and said, “Go to your mother, my boy. Give her my love and tell her that I will visit her tomorrow. I want to see the home where my good brother lived for so long.”

Chapter 3: The Stranger’s Gift

As soon as the African Magician left, Aladdin ran home, overjoyed at the money his uncle had given him.

“Mother,” said he, “have I an uncle?”

“No, child,” replied his mother, “you have no uncle by your father’s side or mine.”

“I have just come from a man who says he is my uncle on my father’s side,” said Aladdin. “He was moved to tears when he learned about our family,” Aladdin said, showing his mother the money. “He wants to visit tomorrow to see the home where his brother lived.”

The mother and son spoke no more of the African Magician that day, but the next morning, he found Aladdin playing in another part of the town. He embraced the boy as before, put two pieces of gold into his hand, and said, “Take this to your mother, child. Tell her I will come tonight for supper, but first, tell me where you live.”

Aladdin ran home with the gold pieces. His mother spent the whole day preparing a special meal, and when night fell, a knock came at the door. It was the African Magician carrying exotic sweets and fruit for their dessert.

The African Magician greeted Aladdin’s mother warmly. He asked to see where his brother Mustapha used to sit on the sofa, and when she showed him, he fell down and kissed the spot several times, crying out with tears in his eyes, “My poor brother! How unhappy am I not to have come soon enough to give you one last embrace!”

When Aladdin’s mother invited him to sit there, he refused, choosing instead to sit opposite so he could look at his brother’s place.

Chapter 4: A Mother’s Hope

The African Magician began speaking to Aladdin’s mother.

 “My good sister, it’s no surprise you’ve never seen me before. I have spent the last forty years traveling through many lands—Indies, Persia, Arabia, Syria, Egypt, and Africa. Finally, I felt the need to return home to see my brother.”

Looking at Aladdin tenderly, he continued, “I saw my brother’s features in the face of my nephew, your son, and recognized him among all the other children at play.”

Seeing the widow begin to weep at the memory of her husband, the African Magician changed the subject. Turning, he asked, “What is your name, boy?”

“I am called Aladdin,” he replied.

“Well, Aladdin,” said the African Magician, “what trade do you practice? Are you of any skill?”

At this question, Aladdin hung his head in shame. 

His mother spoke up, her voice trembling with emotion: “Aladdin is an idle fellow. His father tried hard to teach him his trade but could not succeed. He does nothing but waste his time in the streets, as you saw him, without considering he is no longer a child.”

She wrung her hands. “If you cannot make him ashamed of it, I despair of his ever coming to any good. He knows his father left him no fortune, and I struggle to make ends meet by spinning cotton. If this continues, I might have to send him out on his own.”

After these words, Aladdin’s mother burst into tears. The African Magician leaned forward with concern.

“This will not do, nephew,” he said kindly. “You must think of earning your living. If you don’t want to learn a craft, I can help you set up a shop with fine goods. Think it over and tell me honestly what you want.”

This plan greatly flattered Aladdin. Though he hated work, he liked the idea of having a shop, knowing shop owners were respected. He told the African Magician he would be grateful for such an opportunity.

“Since this pleases you,” replied the African Magician, “I will take you tomorrow and clothe you as handsomely as the finest merchants in the city. Afterward, we will plan your shop.”

The widow, who had doubted the Magician was her husband’s brother until then, found her suspicions eased by this promise of kindness to her son. She thanked him for his good intentions and urged Aladdin to be on his best behavior. 

After serving supper and having some light conversation, the African Magician, noting the late hour, took his leave.

True to his word, he returned the next day and took Aladdin to a merchant selling clothes of all kinds. Aladdin chose an outfit, which the African Magician paid for immediately. After Aladdin thanked him, the Magician promised to always look after him.

Through the busy marketplace they walked, past stalls of spices and silk, while the African Magician pointed out important shops and people. “Since you will be a merchant,” he said, “you should know these places well.”

At nightfall, when Aladdin was ready to return home, the African Magician insisted on walking with him rather than letting him go alone.

Aladdin’s mother was overjoyed to see her son so well-dressed and showered the African Magician with gratitude. “I cannot thank you enough for your kindness!” she exclaimed. “May you live to see my son’s gratitude as he follows your guidance.”

“Aladdin is a good boy,” replied the African Magician, “I believe we shall do very well together.”

He rose to leave, adding, “Unfortunately, tomorrow is Friday, and the shops will be closed, so we cannot arrange the shop until Saturday. I will, however, call on him tomorrow and take him to walk in the gardens. Until now, he has only spent time with children; he needs to experience the adult world.”

Chapter 5: The Cave of Magic

Aladdin rose early, dressed, and stood at the door impatiently watching for his uncle. Once he saw the African Magician, Aladdin called out to his mother and ran to meet him.

The African Magician led the boy through the City gates to magnificent palaces and gardens, asking him what he thought of each one. Using this trick, he slowly led Aladdin further into the countryside.

Pretending to be tired, the African Magician said, “Come, nephew, you must be weary as well. Let us rest for a while.” They sat down in a garden by a fountain, where clear water flowed from the mouth of a lion statue.

The African Magician brought out cakes and fruit, giving Aladdin his choice. While they ate, he advised Aladdin to avoid bad influences and start learning from wise people, as he would soon need to behave like an adult.

After eating their fill, they continued walking. The African Magician urged the boy onward. Aladdin, who had never been this far from home, grew tired and said, “Where are we going, Uncle? We’ve left the gardens far behind; all I see are mountains. If we go much farther, I may not make it back to town!”

“Never fear, nephew,” said the false uncle, “I will show you another garden that surpasses all we have yet seen. You will be glad you did not miss it when we get there.”

Finally, the African Magician led Aladdin to his planned spot.

“We will go no farther,” he said. “Gather some dry sticks for a fire.” When Aladdin had collected the sticks, the African Magician lit them. He threw incense into the flames and began chanting magical words in a language Aladdin didn’t understand. 

Suddenly, the ground shook, and the earth split open! A cave entrance appeared, marked by a flat stone with a brass ring protruding from its center.

Aladdin was so terrified by what he saw that he tried to run away, but the African Magician grabbed his arm and shouted at him. Then, he struck Aladdin so hard that the boy fell to the ground.

Trembling with fear and tears, Aladdin looked up at the Magician. “What have I done, Uncle, to be treated like this?”

The African Magician replied, “I have my reasons. I’m your uncle and a father to you now, so you shouldn’t talk back.” Then, softening his voice, he added, “Don’t be scared. Just do exactly what I tell you, and you’ll see—it will all be worth it.”

These promises eased Aladdin’s fear and anger. Seeing that the boy was ready to listen, the African Magician continued, “Under this stone lies a treasure meant just for you—it will bring great fortune beyond imagination! Only you can lift this stone and enter the Cave, follow my instructions carefully.”

Amazed by the promise of treasure, Aladdin eagerly asked, “What should I do, Uncle? Just tell me, and I’m ready to obey.”

“I am overjoyed, child,” said the African Magician. “Take hold of the ring and lift up that stone.”

“Indeed, Uncle,” replied Aladdin, “I am not strong enough. You must help me.”

“You do not need my assistance,” answered the African Magician. “If I help you, nothing will happen. Take hold of the Ring, speak the names of your father and grandfather, then lift it. You will find it comes easily.”

Aladdin did as he was told; to his surprise, the stone lifted easily. He laid it aside, revealing a cavity about three or four feet deep with a small door and steps leading down into darkness.

“Listen carefully, Aladdin,” said the African Magician. “Go down into the Cave. At the bottom of those steps, you’ll find a door leading to a vast vault divided into three great halls. Each hall contains huge brass containers filled with gold and silver, but do not touch them!

“Before entering the first hall, tuck in your vest. Move quickly through the second and third halls without stopping. Above all, do not touch the walls, or you will be in great danger.

“At the end of the third hall, you’ll find a door opening into a garden filled with fruit trees. Walk straight across the garden along a path that leads to five steps. Climb them, and you’ll see a lighted Lamp in a small niche.

“Take down the Lamp and extinguish its flame. After throwing away the wick and emptying the liquid, tuck the Lamp into your vest and bring it to me. If you wish, you may gather any fruit you like from the garden.”

The African Magician then removed a Ring from his own finger and placed it on Aladdin’s hand. “This Ring will protect you from harm as long as you do everything I’ve told you. Go down boldly, child, and we shall both live in comfort and abundance for the rest of our lives.”

Chapter 6: Betrayal in the Cave

Aladdin jumped down into the Cave, carefully making his way down the steps until he reached the three halls, exactly as the African Magician had described.

He moved with great caution, driven by fear of what might happen if he disobeyed, and passed through the halls without stopping. He crossed the garden, took down the Lamp from its niche, emptied out the wick and liquid, and tucked it safely into his vest as instructed.

As Aladdin made his way back, he paused to admire the garden’s extraordinary fruit. Unaware that these were actually precious gems, he eagerly gathered as many as he could, thinking they were merely pretty colored glass. In reality, he was collecting white pearls, clear diamonds, deep red rubies, green emeralds, blue sapphires, purple amethysts, and turquoise.

Loaded with his treasures, Aladdin carefully retraced his steps through the halls, hurrying to the Cave’s entrance where the African Magician waited impatiently.

“Uncle,” Aladdin called out, “please, lend me your hand to help me out!”

“Give me the Lamp first,” the African Magician demanded.

“Alas, Uncle,” answered Aladdin, “I cannot reach the Lamp right now because of all the fruit I’ve gathered, but I will hand it to you as soon as I am out.”

Furious at this refusal, the African Magician threw incense into the fire and spoke two magical words. Instantly, the stone shifted back into place, sealing the Cave’s entrance. The earth closed over it just as it had been when they first arrived, trapping Aladdin inside.

This cruel act revealed the African Magician’s true nature—he was neither Aladdin’s uncle nor Mustapha’s brother but a Sorcerer who had devoted his life to dark magic. After forty years of study, he had discovered the existence of a powerful Lamp hidden underground in China, one that could make its possessor more powerful than any ruler.

Convinced of the truth of his discovery, he had journeyed from the farthest part of Africa. However, he could not retrieve the Lamp himself; ancient magic demanded it must be received from another’s hands. That was why he had chosen Aladdin, planning to use the boy to fetch the Lamp and then sacrifice him.

His strike against Aladdin had been meant to ensure obedience, but his impatience led to his downfall. Realizing his plan had failed, the African Magician departed for Africa that very day, carefully avoiding the town to ensure no one would suspect his role in Aladdin’s disappearance.

Chapter 7: The Power of the Ring

With the African Magician gone, there seemed no hope of Aladdin ever being found. Though the Magician had lost both the Lamp and the boy, he shrugged off this failure, being well accustomed to setbacks. However, in his haste, he had overlooked something crucial—the magical Ring he had placed on Aladdin’s finger.

Shocked and betrayed by his false uncle, Aladdin found himself buried alive in the Cave. He cried out, telling the Magician he would give him the Lamp, but his desperate calls went unheard.

For two days, Aladdin sat in darkness, hopeless and hungry. On the third day, facing what he believed would be his last hours, he clasped his hands in prayer. As he did so, he unknowingly rubbed the Ring on his finger. Immediately, a giant Genie rose from the earth before him.

“What wouldst thou have?” the Genie thundered. “I am the servant of the Ring and ready to obey whoever wears it.”

Though the enormous Genie would normally have terrified Aladdin, his fear of remaining trapped made him bold. “Whoever you are,” he cried, “get me out of here!”

In an instant, Aladdin found himself back on the surface, blinking in the bright sunlight. As his eyes adjusted, he realized he stood near the spot where the African Magician had first opened the earth.

Grateful to be alive, Aladdin hurried home. When he reached his mother, the combination of joy and hunger caused him to faint at her feet. She, who had given up hope of ever seeing her son again, did everything she could to revive him.

When he awoke, Aladdin begged for food. His mother brought what little she had and set it before him. “My son,” she cautioned, “eat slowly, for it is dangerous to eat too quickly after going so long without food. Take small bites and pace yourself as you regain your strength.”

Aladdin heeded her words, eating and drinking carefully. Once finished, he turned to her and said, “Mother, I must tell you that you left me in the hands of someone who meant me great harm—someone who now believes I am dead.

“We both believed he was my uncle and how could we not? He seemed so kind. But Mother, he is nothing but a trickster and a swindler. All his promises were merely tricks to lead me to my death. I will tell you everything that happened from the moment I left your side until his wicked plan became clear.”

Chapter 8: The Magic of the Lamp

Aladdin recounted his entire ordeal to his mother, from the morning the African Magician took him to the gardens to their fateful arrival at the Cave. 

He described the magical spell that opened the earth and the false promise of treasure. When he showed her the Lamp and the colorful stones he’d gathered, they both thought them worthless trinkets. 

“And that, Mother,” he concluded, “is what happened to me and the dangers I faced.”

His mother listened intently to the tale of betrayal. Outraged, she denounced the vile impostor, calling him a false-hearted traitor, barbarian, assassin, deceiver, and an enemy of humankind. 

“Thank God you were saved from his wicked designs,” she said, watching as Aladdin, exhausted from his ordeal, began to doze. She quietly left him to his rest.

Having not slept during his time in the Cave, Aladdin slept soundly until late the following day. His first words upon waking were to ask for food.

“Alas, my child,” his mother said, “we have nothing left. You finished everything yesterday. But have patience—I have some cotton I have spun. I will sell it and buy us bread for dinner.”

“Mother,” replied Aladdin, “keep your cotton. Give me the Lamp I brought home yesterday. I will sell it, and the money will pay for breakfast, dinner, and perhaps supper too.”

“Here it is,” said his mother, “but it’s very dirty. If it were cleaner, it might bring a better price.”

She took some fine sand and water to clean it, but no sooner had she begun to rub than a hideous Genie of gigantic size appeared before her. 

In a booming voice, it announced: “What wouldst thou have? I am ready to obey thee as thy slave and the slave of all those who hold that Lamp. I and the other slaves of the Lamp await thy command.”

Terrified at the sight, Aladdin’s mother fainted. Aladdin, who had seen such a being in the Cave, quickly snatched the Lamp from her hand and boldly addressed the Genie: “I am hungry. Bring me something to eat.”

The Genie disappeared immediately and returned with a large silver tray laden with delicious food, fresh bread, and spiced drinks. Aladdin sprinkled water on his mother’s face to revive her. Whether it was the water or the tempting aroma of the food, she soon came to. “Don’t worry about what happened, Mother,” Aladdin said. “Let’s enjoy this feast while it’s still warm.”

The mother and son ate their fill, with enough food left for the next day. After clearing away the remains, Aladdin’s mother sat beside him and asked about the Genie she had seen.

Aladdin explained everything, but his mother remained troubled. “What have we to do with Genies?” she asked. “I’ve never heard of such things happening to anyone we know. And why did this frightful being address me instead of you?”

“Mother,” Aladdin replied, “the Genie you saw is not the same one who helped me in the Cave. Though similar in size, they are quite different. The first Genie obeys the Ring, while this one is bound to the Lamp.”

“The Lamp caused this?” his mother cried. “Then get rid of it!”

“I cannot,” Aladdin responded firmly. “You’ve seen what it can provide for us. The African Magician traveled all this way to obtain it, knowing its true worth. Since fortune has revealed its power to us, we should use it wisely. However, since the Genies frighten you so, I will keep the Lamp out of your sight, though where I can find it when needed.

“As for the Ring, I must keep it always—it saved my life. Who knows what future dangers we might face that it could protect us from?”

Finding his arguments reasonable, his mother could only agree that he should do as he thought best. However, she wanted nothing to do with Genies herself.

Though Aladdin and his mother now possessed an inexhaustible treasure in the Lamp, they continued to live modestly. Aladdin dressed better, while his mother still wore only the clothes she earned by spinning cotton. The money from selling the silver dishes and tray provided well for their immediate needs.

During this time, Aladdin began visiting the shops of prominent merchants who sold fine cloth, linens, silks, and jewelry. By joining their conversations, he learned the ways of commerce and developed a refined manner. Through his acquaintance with the jewelers, he made an astounding discovery—the fruits he had gathered in the Cave were not colored glass at all but precious gems of inestimable value. Yet he had the wisdom to keep this knowledge to himself, not even telling his mother.

Part Two: The Pursuit

Chapter 9: A Princess Remembered

One day, as Aladdin walked through the town, he heard a proclamation ordering everyone to close their shops and stay indoors while Princess Badroulboudour, the Sultan’s daughter, made her way to the baths. Her name sent a thrill through him—he hadn’t seen her since their childhood days of playing together in the Palace gardens.

Unable to let this chance pass, he positioned himself behind the bathhouse entrance without being noticed.

When the Princess approached, her lively eyes and sweet expression were just as Aladdin remembered. Her graceful demeanor captivated him anew.

Upon returning home, Aladdin fell into an unusual silence. His mother, noticing his strange behavior, asked if he was ill. He gave no reply, merely sitting on the sofa, lost in thoughts of the beautiful Princess. 

After supper, when his mother questioned him again, he retreated to bed without a word.

The next day, as his mother spun cotton, Aladdin finally spoke: “Mother, yesterday I saw the Sultan’s daughter. What I felt then, and what grows stronger with each passing moment, is my deep love for the Princess. I am determined to ask the Sultan for her hand in marriage.”

His mother listened with growing alarm, and when he mentioned marriage to the Princess, she couldn’t help but laugh. “Alas! Child,” she cried, “what are you thinking? You must be mad to speak this way!”

“I’m quite serious, Mother,” Aladdin replied calmly. “I am determined to marry her, and you must go to the Sultan on my behalf.”

Shocked, his mother protested, “How can you think of such a thing? Who are we to approach the Sultan? We are of humble birth—your father was a poor tailor, and I have no standing. Sultans marry their daughters to princes!”

But Aladdin remained firm. “Please, Mother. Nothing you say will change my mind. If you refuse to help, I may lose my only chance at happiness. You must ask for me.”

Chapter 10: The Mother’s Quest

“My son,” his mother replied, trying to reason with him, “if this were about marrying a neighbor’s daughter, I would help you gladly. But you have neither money nor trade, and you ask for the Sultan’s daughter! How could I, a poor woman, approach the Sultan with such a request? I would be taken for a madwoman. Besides, those who seek the Sultan’s favor must bring gifts—what could we possibly offer worthy of such a match?”

“Mother,” Aladdin said thoughtfully, “I see now the steps needed to achieve my happiness. The colored stones I brought from the Cave are not mere trinkets—they are jewels of great value. I have seen precious stones in the jewelers’ shops, and none compare to ours in size or beauty. The Sultan will surely receive them favorably.”

Aladdin asked his mother to fetch her large porcelain dish, and together, they arranged the jewels by color. Both were amazed by their dazzling beauty. Though his mother doubted the stones were as valuable as Aladdin claimed, she agreed such a present might please the Sultan. Still, she hesitated.

“If the Sultan asks about your wealth, what should I say?”

“Trust that the Lamp will help if needed,” Aladdin assured her, reminding her to keep its existence secret.

The next morning before dawn, Aladdin woke his mother, urging her to dress for her visit to the Palace. She carefully wrapped the jewel-filled dish in her finest cloth, securing it at the corners for carrying.

At the Palace gates, just after the Grand Vizier and court lords had entered, she made her way into the magnificent audience hall. Though many sought the Sultan’s attention that day, she positioned herself directly before his throne. However, occupied with council matters, the Sultan left without noticing her.

Seeing his mother return with the jewels, Aladdin feared the worst. But she assured him, “The Sultan was busy, but I believe he saw me. I will try again tomorrow.”

Aladdin’s mother returned to the Palace for six more sessions, always standing where the Sultan could not miss her.  Finally, he noticed her persistence. After the sixth council meeting, he asked his Grand Vizier about the woman who attended every session, always standing at the front with her wrapped bundle.

Though the Vizier dismissed her as trivial, the Sultan insisted on hearing her petition. He ordered her brought forward at the next meeting before any other business. Led by the chief officer, Aladdin’s mother approached the Sultan’s throne.

Bowing until her head touched the carpet, she remained there until the Sultan commanded, “Rise, good woman. I have watched you attend every session. What brings you here?”

Again prostrating herself, Aladdin’s mother rose and said, “Monarch of monarchs, before I tell Your Majesty of the extraordinary matter that brings me before your throne, I beg pardon for the boldness of my request.”

Sensing her unease, the Sultan ordered everyone to leave except the Grand Vizier. “Speak freely,” he told her, “and no harm will come to you.”

Despite these assurances, she hesitated before beginning. “I ask Your Majesty’s forgiveness if my request should offend you.”

“You have my word,” the Sultan repeated kindly. “Speak your mind.”

Taking a deep breath, she told how her son Aladdin had seen the Princess and how powerful love had inspired his wish to marry Princess Badroulboudour. 

“I have done everything to discourage him, Your Majesty. Despite my counsel, he refuses to change his mind. When he threatened desperate measures if I did not come, I had no choice but to agree. I humbly beg Your Majesty’s pardon for our presumption.”

The Sultan listened without showing anger. When she finished, he asked about the bundle she carried. Unwrapping the cloth, she presented the dish filled with jewels.

The Sultan’s eyes widened at the sight of so many large, beautiful, and valuable gems. For several moments, he remained motionless with amazement. Finally recovering, he joyfully accepted the gift, exclaiming, “How rich! How beautiful!”

The Sultan turned to his Grand Vizier for counsel before giving his answer. The Vizier, who had secretly hoped his own son would marry Princess Badroulboudour, suggested a three-month waiting period. The Sultan agreed to this compromise.

When Aladdin’s mother returned home with this news, her son felt hopeful and cautious. The three-month wait, Aladdin realized, was a test of his worthiness.

Chapter 11: Breaking the Betrothal

Two months into the waiting period, Aladdin’s mother went into the village to buy food. She found the streets transformed—shops decorated with greenery and banners, officials in ceremonial dress riding horses decked in splendid gear. Puzzled by the festivities, she asked a merchant their meaning.

“Where have you been, good woman?” he replied. “The Grand Vizier’s son is to marry Princess Badroulboudour tonight!”

She ran home breathless to her son, who knew nothing of this betrayal. “Child,” she cried, “you are undone! The Sultan’s promises were worthless!”

Alarmed, Aladdin asked, “How has the Sultan failed to keep his word?”

“Tonight,” she gasped, “the Grand Vizier’s son marries the Princess!”

Though the news stunned Aladdin, his spirits lifted as he thought of the Lamp. Without wasting time dwelling on the Sultan’s betrayal, he calmly said, “Mother, perhaps there will be a surprise waiting for the Vizier’s son. Please prepare supper while I go to my chamber for a moment.”

In his room, Aladdin rubbed the Lamp, and the Genie appeared. “What wouldst thou have?”

Listen carefully,” said Aladdin. “Princess Badroulboudour and I were once dear friends, and the Sultan promised to consider our marriage after three months. But tonight, against the Princess’s wishes, she must wed the Grand Vizier’s son. Bring them both to me when the ceremony ends.”

Aladdin returned to dine calmly with his mother, speaking of the wedding as if it meant nothing to him. Later, he retired to his chamber but stayed awake, waiting for his plan to unfold.

Meanwhile, at the Palace, the wedding proceeded with magnificent celebration. Just as the wedding party was ending, the Genie whisked the newlyweds away to Aladdin’s room in the blink of an eye.

“Take the groom to the storeroom,” Aladdin commanded. “Return before daybreak.” The Genie swept the Vizier’s son away, breathing upon him to freeze him in place.

When the Princess saw Aladdin, memories of their childhood adventures made her smile. “Fear nothing, adorable Princess,” he said kindly, “don’t be afraid. I’m here to help make everything right again.”

“Please take care of our guest until morning,” Aladdin told the Genie. With a sparkle of magic, the Genie created a cozy, enchanted room where the Princess could rest peacefully until dawn.

As the sun rose, Aladdin instructed the Genie to return Princess Badroulboudour and the Vizier’s son to the Palace.

In an instant, the Genie transported them back to their chamber. Though they never saw the Genie’s frightening form or heard his voice, the mysterious journey through the air left them both deeply shaken.

The Princess told her father what had happened, but the Vizier’s son tried to say it was just a dream. The Sultan knew his daughter spoke the truth. 

When the strange events repeated the next night, the wise Sultan understood that this wedding wasn’t meant to be.

Concerned for his daughter’s welfare. The Sultan quickly ended the wedding arrangements.

Though the city buzzed with rumors, only Aladdin knew the truth behind these mysterious occurrences.

Chapter 12: The Sultan’s Challenge

When the three months of Aladdin’s waiting period finally ended, Aladdin asked his mother to visit the Palace once more.

The Sultan recognized her immediately and paused his council to hear her petition.

“Your Majesty,” she said, bowing before the throne, “I come on behalf of my son, Aladdin, to remind you that the waiting period has ended. We ask you to honor your promise.”

The Sultan hesitated, caught off guard and believing the matter had been forgotten. He consulted his Grand Vizier, who suggested, “Set a condition so difficult that the young man must withdraw his suit.”

Agreeing to this strategy, the Sultan announced, “I shall keep my word, but first, your son must provide forty golden trays filled with jewels like those you brought before. If he can meet this challenge, we will consider his proposal.”

On her way home, Aladdin’s mother laughed at the impossible demand. “Where,” she wondered, “can he find such treasure? Must he return to that underground garden and pluck more jewels from the trees?”

“Indeed, child,” she told Aladdin upon reaching home, “you must give up thoughts of marrying the Princess.” She explained the Sultan’s conditions, adding, “He will wait a long time for your response!”

“Not as long as you imagine,” Aladdin replied confidently. “If the Sultan thinks this demand too great, he is mistaken. His request is small compared to what I would give. Mother, please prepare our dinner and leave the rest to me.”

Once his mother left for the market, Aladdin rubbed the Lamp. When the Genie appeared offering his service, Aladdin explained the Sultan’s demand: forty golden trays filled with precious gems from the enchanted garden, each carried by an attendant in fine garments. 

The Genie vanished and quickly returned, leading a splendid procession of richly dressed attendants bearing trays of dazzling jewels covered with embroidered silver cloth.

When she returned, Aladdin’s mother was astonished to see so many elegantly dressed people and their precious cargo. As she began to remove her shawl, Aladdin stopped her.

“Mother, we must act quickly,” he said. “Take the procession to the Palace before the Sultan’s council ends. Let him see my sincere wish to earn this alliance.”

Without waiting for her response, Aladdin opened their door. The procession filed out, creating a spectacular sight that drew crowds of amazed onlookers. 

The attendants moved with perfect grace, their jeweled turbans and gilded belts glittering in the sunlight as they made their way through the streets. Following behind the last attendant, Aladdin’s mother joined this grand parade to the Palace. 

Chapter 13: The Grand Procession 

Aladdin closed the door and retired to his chamber, hoping that this gift, exactly as had been demanded, would finally win him acceptance as the Sultan’s son-in-law.

When the first attendant reached the Palace gates, the porters rushed to arrange themselves, mistaking him for a prince in his splendid attire. As they moved to kiss the hem of his garment, the attendant stopped them, saying simply, “We are but attendants. Our patron will present himself at the proper time.”

The procession advanced into the second courtyard, their magnificence outshining even the Sultan’s household officers. Following protocol, they entered the royal court in perfect formation, dividing themselves evenly to the right and left of the throne.

Once all had entered, they formed a precise semicircle before the Sultan. With graceful coordination, they laid their golden trays upon the carpet and prostrated themselves. Rising, they uncovered their precious cargo and stood at attention, arms crossed respectfully over their chests.

Aladdin’s mother approached the throne and bowed. “Your Majesty,” she said, “my son hopes you will accept this gift, though he fears it may not fully meet your expectations.”

The Sultan made no immediate reply. He sat transfixed by the forty trays of precious jewels, more beautiful than any he had ever seen, and by the bearing of these attendants who carried themselves like princes.

At last, he spoke: “My good lady, return to your son with joyful news. I welcome him with open arms into royal alliance with my daughter, Princess Badroulboudour.”

As Aladdin’s mother hurried home with this long-awaited news, the Sultan ordered the trays carried to the Princess’s chambers, where he joined her to examine the extraordinary treasures.

Chapter 14: Aladdin Steps Forward

Aladdin’s mother burst through their door, her face glowing. “My son,” she exclaimed, “you have every reason to be pleased. The Sultan waits to embrace you and approve your engagement. Now, you must prove to the Sultan and Princess Badroulboudour that they are right to trust you.”

Aladdin, though overjoyed, said little and went straight to his chamber. There, he rubbed the Lamp, and the faithful Genie appeared.

“Genie,” said Aladdin, “I must prepare to meet the Sultan. First, I need to bathe, and afterward, you must provide me with the finest attire ever worn.”

The Genie made him invisible and transported him to a luxurious marble bath. In a grand hall, unseen hands undressed him and led him to warm, scented waters. When Aladdin emerged, he felt transformed. His skin glowed with health, and his spirit felt renewed. In the hall, he found waiting the most splendid suit he had ever seen.

Once dressed, the Genie returned him to his chamber. “What else do you require?”

“Bring me a noble steed with matching saddle and bridle,” Aladdin commanded. “Also, six attendants for my mother, each carrying a royal garment fit for a queen. And ten thousand pieces of gold in ten purses.”

Aladdin sent word to the Palace asking when he might present himself to the Sultan.

The Genie provided everything requested: attendants with purses of gold and six women carrying elaborate gowns wrapped in silver tissue for Aladdin’s mother.

Aladdin gave his mother four of the gold-filled purses. Then, he arranged his attendants to march before him, three on each side, ready to toss coins to the people along their route to the Palace.

The Sultan’s answer came quickly—he awaited Aladdin with impatience.

Chapter 15: The Sultan’s Embrace

Though Aladdin had never ridden before, he mounted his horse with the confidence of an experienced horseman. As the procession moved through the streets, crowds gathered to cheer his generosity as his attendants scattered gold.

When Aladdin arrived at the Palace, he found a royal welcome waiting. The Sultan had given special orders – instead of walking through the courtyards like other guests, Aladdin would be led straight to the grand hall by the Palace’s chief guard. This was a great honor, showing how much the Sultan now respected him.

Palace officers formed two lines at the entrance as the chief led Aladdin through their midst to the Sultan’s throne. The Sultan, struck by Aladdin’s regal bearing and splendid attire, descended quickly from his throne to prevent Aladdin from bowing. Instead, the Sultan embraced Aladdin warmly and offered him a place at his side.

“I am honored by Your Majesty’s respect,” Aladdin said. “I know well the greatness of your power, and I beg pardon for my boldness. My heart would break if I lost hope of uniting with the divine Princess.”

“My son,” replied the Sultan, embracing him again, “you are truly part of our family now. From this moment, your life is as dear to me as my own, and I will protect it as such.”

At the Sultan’s signal, music filled the air as he led Aladdin to a grand feast. They dined at the high table while the Grand Vizier and other nobles sat below. The Sultan, captivated by Aladdin’s presence, barely took his eyes from him. Aladdin’s wise conversation only deepened this favorable impression.

After the feast, the Sultan summoned his chief judge to draw up the marriage contract between Princess Badroulboudour and Aladdin. When it was complete, the Sultan asked if Aladdin wished to marry that very day.

“Sir,” Aladdin replied, “though I am eager for this honor, I beg your permission first to build a palace worthy of the Princess. Grant me a plot of land near your Palace, and I promise to complete it swiftly.”

“Take whatever ground you wish, my son,” said the Sultan. “There is space enough around my Palace. But remember, I cannot see you too soon united with my daughter, as it will complete my happiness.”

Aladdin took his leave with a final embrace from the Sultan, carrying himself with the confidence of one born to palace life.

Chapter 16: A Palace of Wonders

Aladdin returned home amid cheers of well-wishers. Once in his chamber, he summoned the Genie of the Lamp.

“Genie,” said Aladdin, “you have served me perfectly until now, but I need your greatest effort yet. Build me a palace across from the Sultan’s but at a proper distance. Use the finest materials—marble of every color. The design I leave to your wisdom.”

The following day, before dawn, Aladdin, too excited to sleep, was already awake when the Genie appeared. “Sir, your Palace is finished. Come see if it pleases you.”

In an instant, the Genie transported him there. Aladdin stood transfixed—the Palace exceeded his grandest dreams.

“Genie,” said Aladdin, “this is beyond perfect. Just one thing—lay a velvet carpet from the Sultan’s Palace to the Princess’s chambers for her to walk upon.”

The Genie fulfilled this final request and returned Aladdin home before the Palace gates opened. When the Sultan’s porters discovered the velvet carpet and saw the magnificent new Palace beyond, their astonished chatter spread quickly through the court.

The Grand Vizier hurried to suggest sorcery, but the Sultan dismissed his concerns. “Why cry enchantment? I gave him permission to build a palace for my daughter. Why shouldn’t he raise such a wonder overnight?”

The Sultan ordered music to fill the air—trumpets, cymbals, and drums announcing the occasion. The city came alive as people gathered between the two palaces, marveling at Aladdin’s creation. The new Palace matched the Sultan’s grandeur and surpassed it in beauty.

As night fell, the wedding procession began. The Princess rode in an elegant carriage beside Aladdin’s mother, followed by attendants in dazzling dress. Musicians led the way while palace officials and torch-bearers created a path of light. The two palaces gleamed with decorations, turning night to day.

When they reached Aladdin’s Palace, he rushed to greet his bride. The Princess smiled warmly — here was her childhood friend from the garden, now grown into a noble man.

“Beloved Princess,” Aladdin said, bowing respectfully as she entered, “if I have been too bold in seeking your hand, blame your gentle grace, not me.”

“Aladdin,” she replied warmly, “I gladly and without hesitation follow my father’s wishes.”

Aladdin led her into a vast hall illuminated by hundreds of candles. A magnificent feast awaited on golden dishes while enchanted musicians filled the air with beautiful music.

“I always thought my father’s palace the most beautiful in the world,” the Princess said, gazing around in wonder, “but I see now I was mistaken.”

The celebration continued with dancing and songs honoring the bride and groom. At midnight, as the festivities drew to a close, the Sultan and Aladdin’s mother watched with joy as their children found happiness together.

The following day, Aladdin rode to invite the Sultan to dine with them. The Sultan accepted eagerly. When he saw his daughter’s happiness and Aladdin’s gracious hospitality, his joy was complete. Though his Grand Vizier might still mutter about enchantment, the Sultan’s pride in his new son-in-law grew stronger each day.

Part Three: The Triumph

Chapter 17: A Shadow from the Past

As time passed, Aladdin showed what a kind prince he had become. He welcomed everyone who came to him for help, sharing his good fortune freely. As he traveled through the kingdom’s villages, he showed the same generosity. The stories of his goodness spread far and wide.

His courage matched his generosity. When rebels threatened the peaceful kingdom, Aladdin volunteered to lead the Sultan’s army. His wisdom and swift action led to victory before anyone anyone could worry.

But while Aladdin prospered, far away in Africa the evil African Magician brooded. His curiosity about Aladdin’s fate would not let him rest.

Using his dark arts to peer across the distance, the Magician discovered something that filled him with fury—Aladdin possessed the Lamp, had married the Princess, and was beloved by all.

“That worthless boy has my Lamp and all its power!” the Magician raged. “He enjoys what I spent half my life trying to find! This will not continue.” Without delay, he mounted his horse and rode for China, stopping only when necessary. Upon reaching the city, he took lodging for the night, his mind already crafting schemes of revenge.

Chapter 18: The Trade

The next morning, the African Magician walked through the city, listening to people praise Aladdin’s Palace. Playing the role of a curious traveler, he asked about it.

“You must be a stranger,” one man said. “Aladdin’s Palace isn’t just a wonder—it’s the most magnificent building in the world! You must see it to believe it.”

“I arrived only yesterday from Africa,” the Magician replied. “Would you be kind enough to point me in the right direction?”

At first sight of the Palace, he knew Aladdin had used the Lamp’s power to build it. A tailor’s son could never have created such splendor without magical aid. Burning with jealousy, the African Magician returned to his lodgings to plot his next move.

Through his dark arts, he discovered the Lamp was kept in the Palace. Speaking with the innkeeper, he learned even better news—Aladdin was away on an eight-day hunting trip and wouldn’t return for five more days.

The African Magician acted quickly. He visited a coppersmith and ordered a dozen new copper lamps, insisting they be beautifully polished. Carrying these in a basket the next day, he walked before Aladdin’s Palace, crying, “New lamps for old ones!”

Children gathered to mock what seemed a fool’s bargain, but the Magician continued until his calls reached the Princess’s ears. Curious about the commotion, she sent an attendant to investigate.

The attendant returned laughing. “Oh, Princess,” she said, “a man is offering to trade fine new lamps for old ones!”

Another attendant spoke up: “Speaking of lamps, there’s an old one on the shelf in the Prince’s robing room. Wouldn’t it be amusing to see if he truly would trade?”

This was the marvelous Lamp itself, which Aladdin had left behind before his hunting trip—as he had safely done many times before.

Not knowing its true worth, the Princess thought the exchange would be entertaining. She gave permission for the trade.

When the attendant showed the Lamp to the African Magician at the Palace gates, he could hardly contain his excitement. He eagerly snatched it, offering his entire basket of new lamps in exchange.

Then, forcing himself to walk calmly away, the Magician soon broke into a run once out of sight. He discarded his basket in an empty alley and hurried through the streets until he reached the city gates. Finding a secluded spot beyond the walls, he stopped to savor his triumph. His horse, his lodging—nothing mattered now. He finally had the prize he had wanted for so long.

Chapter 19: The Palace Vanishes

In the darkness beyond the city walls, the African Magician held up the Lamp. The moment he rubbed it, the Genie appeared. 

“What do you wish? I must obey whoever holds this Lamp.”

“I command you,” replied the Magician, “to take Aladdin’s Palace and all within it to Africa immediately.”

Without a word, the Genie obeyed, transporting the Palace and its inhabitants to the exact spot in Africa the Magician had chosen.

The following day, the Sultan went to his private balcony for his daily pleasure of admiring his son-in-law’s Palace. But where the magnificent building had stood, he saw only empty space. 

Thinking his eyes deceived him, he rubbed them and looked again. Though the morning was clear and bright, the Palace had vanished without a trace.

“Certainly,” he said to himself, “I cannot be mistaken. It stood there yesterday! If it had collapsed, there would be ruins. If an earthquake had swallowed it, some mark would remain.”

Deeply troubled, he summoned his Grand Vizier, who arrived quickly, having noticed nothing amiss on his way through the palace grounds.

“Something extraordinary has happened,” the Sultan said. “Tell me, what has become of Aladdin’s Palace?”

“His Palace!” the Vizier replied, bewildered. “I passed by it just now—”

“Go look from my balcony,” the Sultan commanded.

When the Vizier returned, pale with shock, the Sultan demanded, “Well?”

“Your Majesty,” the Vizier replied, “I reminded you once that this Palace was built by magic, but you would not listen.”

The Sultan’s worry turned to rage. “Where is that impostor?” he roared. “Arrest him immediately!”

“Sire,” the Vizier replied, “he is hunting and won’t return for several days.”

“Then send soldiers to bring him back in chains!”

Chapter 20: The Price of Loss

The Sultan’s soldiers found Aladdin far outside the city, returning from his hunt. Their commander approached, pretending to be respectful.

“The Sultan is eager to see you,” he said. “We’ve come to escort you home.”

Aladdin, suspecting nothing, rode with them willingly until they were on the outskirts of the city. Suddenly, the soldiers surrounded him. Their commander’s face fell with genuine regret.

“Prince,” he said, “forgive us—we have orders to arrest you and bring you to the Sultan as a prisoner. We are only doing our duty.”

Stunned, Aladdin asked what crime he was accused of. The commander could only shake his head.

“Carry out your orders,” Aladdin said quietly, dismounting. “I have done nothing against the Sultan or his Kingdom.”

They chained his neck and body, binding his arms. As they led him through the streets, word of his arrest spread quickly. The people, who loved Aladdin for his generosity and kindness, armed themselves with whatever they could find—swords, sticks, stones—and followed the procession.

The crowd grew so large the soldiers feared a rescue attempt. They hurried through the narrowest streets, finally reaching the Palace Square. Only when they had rushed Aladdin through the gates and sealed them did they breathe easier.

They brought Aladdin before the Sultan, who, blind with burning anger, immediately ordered his execution without allowing him to speak in his defense. The executioner removed Aladdin’s chains, forced him to kneel, and tied a blindfold around his eyes. The sword swung in practice three times, waiting for the Sultan’s final signal.

“Your Majesty!” The Grand Vizier rushed forward. “The people have filled the square. They’re climbing the Palace walls. Consider what might happen if you execute Aladdin!”

“Who dares threaten my Palace?” the Sultan demanded.

“See for yourself,” the Vizier urged.

Seeing the size of the crowd, the Sultan quickly ordered Aladdin freed. Word of his pardon spread, calming the mob’s anger.

Now unbound, Aladdin looked up at his father-in-law. “Your Majesty,” he called, “please tell me what crime I am accused of.”

“You dare ask?” The Sultan’s voice shook with rage. “Come!” He led Aladdin to his viewing balcony. “Look there! Tell me what you see!”

Aladdin stared at the empty space where his Palace had stood. Confusion and horror struck him speechless.

“Where is your Palace?” the Sultan demanded. “What have you done with my daughter?”

“I see my Palace is gone,” Aladdin finally managed, “but I promise you, I had no part in its disappearance. I don’t know where it is.”

“The Palace means nothing,” the Sultan said. “My daughter is worth ten thousand palaces. Find her, this is your only chance. Nothing will change my mind.”

“Grant me forty days to search for her,” Aladdin pleaded. “If I fail, I’ll return for any punishment you choose.”

“Forty days,” the Sultan agreed grimly. “But don’t think to escape. I’ll find you anywhere in the world.”

Aladdin left the Palace, his head bowed in grief. In despair, he wandered the streets, asking everyone if they had seen his Palace. Some laughed, thinking him mad, but those who knew his true character felt only pity for his loss.

Chapter 21: The Ring’s Power

For three days, Aladdin wandered the city without food, saved only by the kindness of strangers who insisted on feeding him. At last, he found himself in the countryside as night fell, standing beside a river. In his despair, he thought, “How will I ever find my Palace and my Princess?”

Just at that moment he slipped on the steep bank. Grabbing for support, he accidentally rubbed the Ring the African Magician had given him in the Cave.

Instantly, the Genie of the Ring appeared. “What do you wish? I serve whoever wears this Ring.”

Hope suddenly rekindled, Aladdin cried, “Save me again! Return my Palace to where it once stood!”

“I cannot,” the Genie replied. “I serve the Ring, not the Lamp. You need the Lamp’s Genie for such power.”

“Then take me to my Palace, wherever it may be. Place me beneath the Princess’s window.”

In a moment, Aladdin found himself in Africa, standing beneath his Palace walls. Though darkness had fallen, he recognized it immediately. Finding everything quiet, he rested beneath a tree. He had found them! Despite his racing thoughts, exhaustion soon claimed him.

Chapter 22: A Plan of Redemption

He woke to birds singing in the early light. The sight of his Palace filled him with hope—he would see his Princess again. As he waited beneath her window, he realized his carelessness with the Lamp had caused this disaster.

The Princess rose early that morning. Since their arrival in Africa, the Magician had insisted on daily visits, though she remained cold and distant toward him.

An attendant spotted Aladdin and rushed to tell the Princess. She ran to the window. His smile of joy matched her own.

“Hurry,” she whispered, “I’ll have the side door opened.”

After embracing through tears of joy, Aladdin asked urgently, “Tell me about the old Lamp I left in my room.”

“Oh, my love,” she replied sadly, “I fear that Lamp caused all our trouble. I’m to blame.”

“Never blame yourself,” Aladdin said gently. “I should have been more careful. Tell me everything.”

The Princess explained how she had traded the old Lamp for a new one, only to wake in this strange land. “The Magician told me we’re in Africa,” she said.

“Africa!” Aladdin exclaimed with understanding,” Now I know our enemy. But quickly—what has he done with the Lamp?”

“He keeps it always with him,” she replied. “He even showed it to me, boasting of his victory.”

“And how does he treat you?”

“He visits once each day,” she explained, her voice bitter. “He tries to convince me you’re dead—executed by my father—hoping I’ll agree to marry him instead. But I only answer with tears, so he leaves frustrated. Now that you’re here, I’m not afraid of him anymore.”

“I think I know how to defeat him,” Aladdin said. “I must go into town, but I’ll return by noon with a plan. I’ll wear different clothes—have someone ready at the side door when I knock.”

In the city, Aladdin traded clothes with a peasant and sought out a druggist’s shop. Though the merchant doubted this poorly dressed man could pay, Aladdin produced gold coins and purchased a special powder.

Returning to the Palace, he explained his plan. “You must trick the Magician,” he told the Princess. “Dress in your finest clothes and treat him kindly when he comes today. Invite him to dine with you. Have your attendant bring him a special cup containing this powder during the meal. Once he drinks, he’ll fall into a deep sleep.”

The Princess shuddered, remembering how this cruel man had tricked her into trading away the Lamp. But her voice was steady as she said, “I am determined to defeat him.”

Princess Badroulboudour prepared herself carefully, her hands trembling as she chose her most beautiful dress. Each minute waiting for the Magician felt like an hour. Her heart pounded as she heard his footsteps approaching—everything depended on her ability to deceive the master of deception. As the Magician arrived, she forced her most welcoming smile

“You must wonder at this change in me,” she said softly. “I’ve been thinking it’s time to move forward with my life.”

She had a special meal prepared, and after they ate, she called for two cups. “In my country,” she said, “we have a tradition of exchanging cups.” She offered hers and reached for his. The Magician, delighted by this gesture, eagerly accepted.

He drained his cup with a satisfied smile. Then his eyes closed, and he slumped in his chair, falling into a deep sleep. The powder had worked precisely as Aladdin had promised.

Chapter 23: Return to Glory

The attendants quickly admitted Aladdin to the Palace. The Princess ran to embrace him, but Aladdin gently held back. “Not yet, my love,” he said. “First, let me take us home.

After everyone left the hall, Aladdin retrieved the Lamp from the Magician’s robes. At his touch, the Genie appeared.

“Genie,” Aladdin commanded, “return this Palace and all within it to its rightful place in China.”

The Genie bowed and vanished. With two gentle movements—one rising, one settling—the Palace returned home.

In China, the Sultan had spent every morning on his balcony, staring at the empty space where Aladdin’s Palace had stood, weeping for his lost daughter. But this dawn brought a miracle. When he looked out, the Palace had returned! He rushed to mount his horse.

Aladdin awaited him at the grand staircase, but the Sultan’s eyes searched only for his daughter. “Aladdin,” he said, “I must see her first!”

Father and daughter embraced through tears of joy, too overcome to speak. When they finally found words, the Princess explained the Magician’s deception and Aladdin’s clever rescue.

The Sultan embraced his son-in-law. “My son,” he said tenderly, “forgive me for doubting you. I should have known better.”

“There’s nothing to forgive,” Aladdin replied. “You did what any father would do to protect his daughter.”

The Sultan ordered ten days of celebration. Music filled the air as the Kingdom rejoiced in their return. No one felt more pride among the celebrating crowds than Aladdin’s mother. She who had first approached the Sultan with trembling hands now sat in a place of honor, grateful for the extraordinary journey the Lamp had brought their family.

And so ends our tale of Aladdin, Princess Badroulboudour, and the Magic Lamp—a story where a magical lamp changed everything, but it took bravery, cleverness, and loyal hearts to create a truly happy ending.

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