The legendary and permanently sleepless Sharazade includes this tale of fragile plot in his Arabian Nights, it is the same old trick used by Muslims storytellers to make more digestible to the public moral and religious teachings. The xenophobic and protectionist content of this fable are obvious and leaves us to understand that it is not the product of the slave Sharazade, but, more easily, of her sultan. In fact there is a strong suspicion that the collection of the Arabian Nights is precisely the work of a sultan of Baghdad, which would then be the same as that put together several treatises on the art of war, various musical compositions, a fair amount of scientific texts and the largest Middle-Eastern cookbook existing at the time, but now we leave this learned man to his books and return us to the fable of the Horse Magic. With fun we can observe the old Persian king fascinated by the wonders of an Indian magician passing to his court, as opposed to his son, the young crown prince, who immediately showed contempt and mistrust of this stranger and his artifices (this is the moral teaching well loaded with retrograde nationalism). The young prince devalues ??the flying horse, he considers it an infernal machine, a mechanical monster and estimate its inventor like a plumber, a carpenter, a braggart devoid of art and only capable of developing a technology, a wise guy always ready to sink his hands into the bag of that gullible of his father, namely: the old are weak and easily bribed while young, strong of the new, true faith, they are right and will not fall more in the easy illusions of idolatry (this is the second lesson, the religious, much more progressive than the previous one, but also unashamedly imperialist, let us remember that we are in the period of maximum expansion of Islam). But now, the Sultan of Baghdad plays a trick on us and with his art of great narrator draws us into full adventure. Something unexpected happens: the prince, angered by the audacity of the magician and the silliness of his father, without notice jumps on the horse, maneuver imprudently a pair of mechanical levers, rises in the sky and disappears quickly into the clouds, leaving gaping all the courtiers.
He will review his house a few years later after he had stumbled across a fair number of adventures and having met the love of his life which, quite rightly, is a beautiful princess. And in his kingdom will return to flying in the sky with the woman he loves, always riding his magical horse, which by now has become his faithful steed. This final lesson is certainly the most genuine and original and it seems to me that the words of the sultan to mix with those of Sharazade: our prejudices and our fears do not help us to live, however, we need to grow and to learn from our experiences, we must learn to love ourselves, others, nature, objects of everyday life, the universe, god finally, if you will, because it is only through love that we can learn. And now, with the eyes of my imagination, I see the amused expression on the face of Sharazade near the sly smile of his sultan illuminated by the light of a lamp which, perhaps, a long time ago, gave refuge to a djinn, I turn it off with a breath and I will leave you.