It is told that one night they gathered at the table of the great Sultan, with a graceful, polite face, fragrance, and sweetness, and pomegranate. When the pomegranate was large in size, it destroyed the pomegranate from it. She said addressing her intelligent granddaughter: You are hurting me, so I am eating from your tree, so if my face turned red from shame, it’s your fault for addressing me by your name without preserving it.
The pomegranate said to her: Why are you calling me by my name without saying the word lady? For all of us are fruits, so when you come upon us, you preserve us. The pomegranate laughed until she almost slipped from the branch and fell. After she recovered, she said: First of all, I am a sweet and good fruit. Children whose teeth haven’t hardened eat me easily. Second, I preserve my thinness for a month so every seed of us learns to become a pomegranate tree large in size. You ate from my fragrance and were pleased with the pomegranate’s speech and described her to her with her heart’s shape. She was amazed from her and struck her, so blood flowed from the pomegranate in its fruit. Lady Mawza said to her shamefully: It’s my fault for your knowledge and that we each have our unique taste and destiny, and the tree’s fruits have their special shapes. Then they pushed the pomegranate outside the fence, so it fell on the table and turned to look like a donkey.
Moral of the story: A donkey has no advantage from anyone’s favor or them being in any kind of thing.