The Story Of Aladdin And Princess Badroulbadour Poem by Mohammad Yousef

By Mohammad A. Yousef


In the cradle of ancient winds,
where the sun dips low,
casting golden hues upon the desert dunes,
there blooms a story,
woven in the tapestry of stars,
a tale of Aladdin and Princess Badroulbadour,
like a mirage shimmering in the heart of night.

He, a diamond in the rough,
with hands calloused by the weight of the world,
yet a heart unburdened,
wild as the winds that danced
across the market stalls,
his laughter ringing through the alleys,
a melody that echoed,
in the hopes of the nameless.

She, a rose behind palace walls,
a jewel sparkling in the gilded cage,
dreaming of adventures beyond the silken curtains,
her spirit a flame,
waiting to ignite,
to break free from the shadows,
to touch the horizon,
where the sun kisses the earth.

Fate, like a cunning sorcerer,
weaves their paths,
the lamp, the genie, the flicker of light—
and there he stands,
with the world at his feet,
a promise in his heart,
as he gazes into her eyes,
and sees realms yet to be discovered.

In the flickering lantern glow,
they share whispers of dreams,
unraveling secrets in the cool night air,
her laughter, a symphony,
melting the chains of her royal duty,
while his words, like magic,
transform the mundane into the extraordinary.

They dance on the edge of destiny,
beneath the watchful eyes of the moon,
with each step, a vow,
to defy the odds,
to break the boundaries of class and creed,
to rewrite the narrative of what love can be.

But shadows loom,
the sorcerer, a specter of envy,
seeking to claim what he cannot possess,
twisting threads of fate,
but their love, like the desert sun,
burns fiercely,
radiating warmth that pierces through the cold.

With courage as their shield,
they rise, hand in hand,
defying the darkness,
for love is a magic more potent than any spell,
a force that shatters chains,
that weaves together hearts,
and in that bond,
they find the strength to conquer.

Through trials and tribulations,
they carve their names into the sand,
Aladdin and Badroulbadour,
two souls entwined,
an eternal dance against the backdrop of the cosmos,
their laughter a bright star,
guiding lost travelers home.

In the end, they stand,
not as prince and princess,
but as two hearts intertwined,
a testament to the power of love,
a saga written in the whispers of the wind,
forever echoing in the realms of the heart,
where magic lives,
and true love conquers all.