Le calife al-Mu’tadid bi-Il\u00e2h se trouve un jour chez un homme dont la maison ressemble \u00e0 coin de paradis. Il y reconnait des affaires de son grand-p\u00e8re al-Mutawakkil, ce qui le contrarie. Ab\u00fb l-Hasan al-Khur\u00e2s\u00e2n\u00ee lui raconte alors pourquoi il poss\u00e8de en toute honn\u00eatet\u00e9 ces biens. Jeune, il est tomb\u00e9 amoureux de Shajarat ad-Durr, la favorite du calife al-Mutawakkil et cet amour est r\u00e9ciproque. De fil en aiguille, il arrive \u00e0 passer un moment avec Shajarat chez le calife, mais celui-ci l’attrape et veut le faire condamner. Finalement, apr\u00e8s avoir interrog\u00e9 Shajarat, le calife d\u00e9cide de donner sa favorite \u00e0 Ab\u00fb l-Hasan al-Khur\u00e2s\u00e2n\u00ee, avec tout son mobilier, ce qui explique pourquoi il a ces objets. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
“Je l’\u00e9treignais, mais sans pouvoir \u00e9puiser mon d\u00e9sir. Le calife al-Mu’tadid bi-Il\u00e2h se trouve un jour chez un homme dont la maison ressemble \u00e0 coin de paradis. Il y reconnait des affaires de son grand-p\u00e8re al-Mutawakkil, ce qui le contrarie. Ab\u00fb l-Hasan al-Khur\u00e2s\u00e2n\u00ee lui raconte alors pourquoi il poss\u00e8de en toute honn\u00eatet\u00e9 ces biens. Jeune, il est tomb\u00e9 amoureux de Shajarat ad-Durr, la […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":12213,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_feature_clip_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[11],"tags":[194,186,19],"class_list":["post-12212","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-les-mille-et-une-nuits","tag-forgiveness","tag-happiness","tag-love"],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/redheadwithabrain.ch\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/02\/shutterstock_1023760363-scaled.jpg?fit=2560%2C1707&ssl=1","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/redheadwithabrain.ch\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12212","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/redheadwithabrain.ch\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/redheadwithabrain.ch\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/redheadwithabrain.ch\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/redheadwithabrain.ch\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=12212"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/redheadwithabrain.ch\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12212\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":13253,"href":"https:\/\/redheadwithabrain.ch\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12212\/revisions\/13253"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/redheadwithabrain.ch\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/12213"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/redheadwithabrain.ch\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=12212"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/redheadwithabrain.ch\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=12212"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/redheadwithabrain.ch\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=12212"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
On s’\u00e9treint… mais peut-on \u00eatre plus pr\u00e8s encore ?
Je baisais sa bouche, mais ce feu en moi, loin de s’\u00e9teindre,
ne faisait qu’attiser ma soif d’amour.
Mon c\u0153ur ne trouverait rem\u00e8de \u00e0 cette flamme
que si nos \u00e2mes enfin n’en faisaient qu’une.”<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"