Author: IRANIAN FOLKLORE
Illustrator: SADEGHI ALIAKBAR (ILL.) / YAZDANI MAHSHID (TRANS.)
Pourya-ye-Vali hadn’t so weakened in strength not to take towering young men on, but he resented defeating the young champions and disgracing them in front of their equals. He would say to them, “Brother, I am no longer the Pourya-ye-Vali that I used to be years ago. I have given up wrestling; spare me”. But none of the young champions ever listened to the old champion’s words. They would come there with great hope and expectation to defeat Pourya Vali and then return to their homeland with dignity. They did not fear defeat and they knew that man learns many things from each failure. On one of these days, a notable champion cade to Kharazm from Sistan to challenge Pourya-ye-Vali. This champion had brought his old mother along with him.
Word was brought to Pourya that “As you sit, a young hero - muscular and strong - has come from Sistan to wrestle with you”. Pourya was again saddened. He assumed that his words would not be acknowledged by this young man either; yet he got up to go to the mosque for prayer, and then to pay a visit to the young man from Sistan. He was deep in nocturnal prayer when he heard the voice of an old woman...