One day, in one of the simple villages, there lived a poor man who worked as a weaver. He would weave clothes every day from morning to evening, then go out to sell those clothes and get money to buy food for his family.
One day, while weaving some clothes, his spindle suddenly broke. The weaver was extremely sad because it was the only means of earning a living, and it was difficult for him to get a new spindle after his spindle broke.
The weaver decides to make a new spindle: The weaver thought about making a new wooden spindle himself. On the morning of the next day, the weaver carried his axe and walked to the neighboring forest. The weaver saw many trees in the forest and was examining the woods of those trees, but the weaver kept moving from tree to tree, and those woods didn’t please him.
The weaver continued his journey in the forest until he found a giant willow tree. The weaver stood before it happily and said to himself that the wood of that tree was strong, enabling him to make a good and strong spindle.
The weaver meets the master of the forest: Just as the weaver was preparing to cut the wood, he heard a voice coming from the tree saying: Wait. The weaver raised his axe and looked, and behold, it was the master of the forest, continuing his speech and saying: My son, don’t cut this tree, for I live here.
The weaver responded in sadness and said: Oh, master of the forest, I am an extremely poor weaver, and my spindle has broken. If I don’t cut the tree, I won’t get the necessary wood to make my new spindle. If I don’t make a new spindle, I won’t be able to weave more clothes.
If I can’t weave clothes, I won’t have enough money for me and my family to live, and I, my children, and my wife will die of hunger. The master of the forest felt sorry for the poor weaver and said to him: I have seen your pride in your family and your desire to work for them, so I will grant you an opportunity to make one wish for you and your family, and I will fulfill it for you now. The weaver was confused about that wish and asked the master of the forest to let him go to his village to consult his friends and wife. The master of the forest agreed.
The weaver’s friend’s wish: The weaver ran quickly to his village and knocked on his friend’s door and told him about his meeting with the master of the forest. His friend suggested that he ask the master of the forest to build him a large kingdom, with the weaver as king and his friend as minister of the kingdom. The weaver felt comfortable with that wish.
The weaver’s wife’s wish: The weaver returned to his house and told his wife about his meeting with the master of the forest and told him his friend’s advice to ask for building a large kingdom, with him as king and his friend as minister of the kingdom. The weaver’s wife laughed in mockery and said to her husband: How do you think building a kingdom is the ideal wish for us? A kingdom is followed by many burdens and responsibilities that might bring us problems throughout our lives.
The weaver thought a little and said: Indeed, the idea of building a kingdom isn’t an ideal idea for us, but what should I ask from the master of the forest then? She said to him: You usually weave one piece of clothing every day and sell it, getting two meals in return for selling it. So I advise you to ask the master of the forest to give you two heads and four hands, so you can weave two pieces of clothing every day and get four meals in return, and our income will double.
The weaver’s wish comes true: The weaver agreed to his wife’s suggestion and returned to the forest to tell the master of the forest his wish. As soon as he reached the master of the forest, he looked at him, smiled, and said to him: Tell me, weaver, what is your wish now? The weaver responded: Give me two additional hands and an additional head so I can work more.
The death of the poor weaver: In that moment, the weaver got his wish. The weaver thanked the master of the forest and left happily. When the weaver entered the village, the villagers were amazed at his shape. They started whispering and laughing, and some even thought the weaver had turned into a ghost from the terrifying ghosts. The villagers gathered and decided to stone the weaver and kill him, hoping the jinn inside him would die. The next day, they headed toward the poor weaver’s house and stoned him until he died.
Translated from story: UGLY SPINNER