true love never dies…

Continuation from ‘fate’… 

Azeeza grew up to be a strong willed beautiful young lady. Broke many hearts, but hey, she was the Sultan’s wife, they’d rather let their hearts be broken than have their necks broken for making a move on her. She was so young and innocent that she didn’t have any knowledge on how to raise a child. She tried though; she would try to dress up her baby every now and then. There was one incident when she had run the nappy pin through his skin, ouch! There were lots of other ladies (‘goma’s) at the palace who happily took charge in taking care of the young prince.

She loved her tutorial sessions, she soon learnt to read & write Dhivehi. She could understand and reply a little when spoken to in English, but reading was tough for her. Her favorite tutorial session of all was Dhivehi Poetry. It’s not just the subject, but the tutor too. Yes, she fell in love with her poetry tutor, who loved her back dearly. But she was married, though to an old man, he was her husband. You can’t really blame her for wandering away. But what she did was wrong. It was worse because she was the wife of the Sultan. They met in secrecy, went to the woods where no one went, had romantic moments that she’s so fond of. It wasn’t long before their secret was out in the open. She wanted to run off with her lover, but was it really her wish that mattered? No, for bringing disgrace to the Sultan, the unfortunate tutor had to take all the responsibility. He was banished to an island. While on the Dhoni, before it set sail, he wrote a poem which is now a well-known song, of which the following are some of the verses I know.

Mihiriyye haalakee ulhey, Kihineiy tha dhen hadhaanee

Jehifa mivaa gilan magey, Keehbaa va ey kuraanee…

Mee haadha loabi loaiybekey, Beevehjeyey athun magey,
Aharenge loabi dhekilumah, Mahusharu bimah he dhaanee

These articles are about my grandmother. The child she bore to the Sultan is my uncle. Grandma later married my grandfather and had my mom. She may have had a tough start at life, but believe me she’s one lucky lady, she has lots of grandchildren who love her a lot and lives a comfortable life. She told me these tales some time back when she her memory was good. She is now very old, like in her early 80s. Physically very fit for someone her age, but hardly remembers our names, or even hers. But you would be so surprised to know that she still sings that song in tune and the verse she always sings is the last of that I’ve scribbled there. I guess true love never dies!