Thus Badar al-Deen Hasan set himself again to sell on his shop; but the Vazeer, his uncle, halted in Damascus for three days only and went to other places - Hamaah, Aleppo, Mosul etc, till he arrived at Basaraa. After making the arrangements of his lodging, he went to the Sultaan. The Sultaan honored him and asked the reason for his coming. He told him the history, and said that the Minister Noor al-Deen was his brother. The Sultaan said - "Allaah, Have mercy upon him. He was my Vazeer for 15 years and I loved him exceedingly. He died leaving one son who lived here only for one month after his father's death. Then he disappeared. But his mother, who is the daughter of my former Minister, is still among us." When the Vazeer Shams al-Deen heard that his nephew's mother was alive, he got very happy and expressed his desire to meet her. He also told him how his brother got separated from him.

He came to the mansion of his brother where he saw his name engraved in gold. Then he came to the mother of Badar al-Deen's mother. She never stopped weeping since her husband's death. Shams heard her wailings and presented himself as her husband's brother and told her the whole story. He also said - "Twelve years ago your son spent a night with my daughter but then disappeared next morning. My daughter had conceived by your son and now has a male child who is with me. He is your son's son by my daughter."

When she heard all this, that her son Badar al-Deen Hasan was still alive, she fell on her brother-in-law's feet. Shams sent for Ajeeb and his grandmother kissed him. Shams said - "This is no time for weeping. Let us go to Egypt, maybe that Allaah reunites us with Hasan." She immediately got ready to go, Shams took permission from the Sultaan of Basaraa who sent many presents and rarities for the Sultaan of Egypt. They set for homeward journey and came to Damascus city and pitched his tents at the same place where he stayed before. He said to his servants - "We will halt here to buy some presents for the Sultaan of Egypt."

Now Ajeeb remembered the past incident so he said to his eunuch - "Let us go to the same Bazaar to eat the sweets of the same cook." The tie of blood was taking Ajeeb to his father. They came to the same shop and Lo, Hasan was standing at the door. It was near the time of afternoon prayer. Ajeeb said to him - "Peace be on you. Know my heart is with you." He got so happy to see him again that he asked him to eat his sweets again to please him. Ajeeb said - "We will eat only one condition that you will not follow us like before. Otherwise we will not visit you again, as we are going to stay here for a week as my grandfather is going to buy presents for the Sultaan of Egypt." Hasan of Basaraa said - "I promise." So they sat and ate sweets at Hasan's shop. He continued to keep morsels in Ajeeb's mouth till Ajeeb ate and Hasan kept staring at him. When he had eaten full, he washed his hands and brought cold rose Sherbat to drink. After that Ajeeb returned to his tents.

Ajeeb went to his grandmother, she asked him where he had been and he told her that he had been to the city. She brought some bread and pomegranate dish and kept before her grandson and asked the eunuch also to sit down with his master, but he did not want to eat, because he was full, still he sat down and both ate a bread piece dipped in pomegranate dish. This dish was too little sweetened so Ajeeb said - "What is this stuff?" His grandmother said - "You are finding fault in my cookery? I have cooked this myself. None can cook it as nicely as I can except your father Badar al-Deen Hasan." Ajeeb also cried - "By Allaah, This dish is nasty stuff, because we have seen a cook who cooked this dish so tasty that one could eat it as long as he is more than satisfied, in Basaraa city. This is not worth much."

Hearing this the grandmother got very angry, and scolded the servant to take her grandson to an ordinary shop. Then she called her brother-in-law and told him everything. Shams scolded the eunuch and he told him the truth and added - "I have never eaten nor tasted anything nastier than this stuff in my life." At this the grandmother got severely angry, gave him half a Deenaar and asked him to bring some from that cook. The eunuch ran away to the cook's shop and said - "We praised your cookery in our Lord's house, so give me some that pomegranate stuff for half Deenaar." Hasan laughed and said - "By Allaah, None can cook this dish better than me and my mother." Then ladled out a saucer full of stuff finishing off with musk (Kastooree) and rose water, put it in a cloth and sealed it." The eunuch again ran away to his tents. No sooner than the grandmother tasted the stuff, she fainted. When she came into senses, she said - "If my son is alive, nobody else but he can cook it like this, for I taught him to cook it like this."

The Vazeer Shams rose immediately and asked his people to go to the cook's shop in the city and demolish it. Then he rode to the house of the Viceroy of Damsacus, showed him the Sultaan's orders. He asked him, "Who is this offender of yours?" "A cook." The Viceroy immediately sent his people to cook's shop which they demolished. Hasan of Basaraa was imprisoned and continued saying, "I don't know what they found in my pomegranate dish which brought them here?"

In the meantime Hasan's uncle Shams came there and Hasan wept bitterly seeing him and asked him, "What is my offence?" He asked - "Are you the man who cooked that pomegranate dish?" "Yes. Did you find anything in it to cut off my head?" Vazeer said to his people - "Bring the camels." They brought the camels and locked Hasan in a chest, loaded it on a camel and set on journey till midnight. They took out Hasan, gave him something to eat, locked him again and set off for further journey. Then they came to Kimraah. They again took out Hasan, took him to the Vazeer who again asked him - "Did you cook that pomegranate dish?" "Yes, My Lord." "Tie his feet with chains." They did so and shut him again. They set on their journey till they reached Cairo.

They came to the house of al-Raidaaniyaa. The Vazeer ordered to take Hasan out of the chest and sent for a carpenter to make a cross of wood. Hasan asked, "What will you do of this?" "I will you crucify you and give a round of the city." "And why will you do this to me?" "Because of your pomegranate dish. How do you sell it without pepper?" "And only because of this you will do this to me? Is this the only reason that you broke my shop, locked me in a box and fed me only once a day?" "Yes, Too little pepper. Explain it only on the cross. It is our duty to punish lest you do this again."

The Vazeer said to him - "The carpenter will take the whole night to make the cross, till then you can sleep." So the Vazeer shut him again and set off for his journey till he came to his own city and said to his daughter, Sitt al-Husn - "Praise be Allaah who has reunited you with your lost husband. Get up and order to decorate your palace like it was on your bridal night." He asked his people to put Hasan's turban, bag and trousers at the same place where he left it on his wedding night.

He asked his daughter to go to her chamber and say to her husband - "You have loitered around a lot." And talk to him till morning then we will tell him the whole thing." Then he asked to bring Hasan with only blue shirt on his body, as he wore on that night. All this was done while he was sleeping. When he woke up he found himself in the same chamber in which he was on his wedding night. He was thinking whether it was a dream or reality, that Sitt al-Husn entered the room and said - "Won't you come in? You have loitered a long." When he saw her, he burst out laughing and said - "This is the very same nightmare among my dreams." Then he found his bag and trousers at the very same place he kept that night.

The lady said - "Why are you so puzzled? You were so different on the first night." He laughed and asked her - "For how long I was away from you?" "You just went out for an hour and have come back." "You are right, when I went from here, I dreamed that I was a cook at Damascus for 12 years. There came a boy with an eunuch." He felt the scar on his eyebrow and resumed - "He struck my forehead with a stone, see here is the mark, it means I must have been awake at that time. I cooked pomegranate dish, and I put too little pepper in it." And then he related all events to her. He further said - "And for the same crime they demolished my shop, put me in a box, then they would have crucified me, had I not woken up. But thanks to Allaah, all had happened in dreams not while I was awake." Then they embraced each other and talked for the whole night.

When, in the morning, his uncle Shams came and saluted him. Hasan cried seeing him - "Are you not the same who smashed my shop, and nailed me to a cross on a matter of pomegranate dish just because it had too little pepper?" The Vazeer said - "O Son, The Truth will comfort you. You are the son of my brother and I did all this to certify myself that you are the one who came to my daughter on that day. I could not have done this until I made sure that you recognized your chamber, turban, trousers and gold; because I had never seen you before and I did not know you." He embraced and wept with joy. Then he sent for Ajeeb, as Hasan saw him, he cried - "This is the boy who threw stone on me." The Vazeer said - "He is your son." Hasan cried with joy and embraced him.

The Vazeer went to the Sultaan and told him everything. The Sultaan congratulated him on his success and expressed his desire to see his nephew. Shams brought Hasan to the presence of the Sultaan. The Sultaan thought to test his learning, so he asked - "Do you remember any verses in praise of the mole on the cheek?" "Yes." And he recited some. The Sultaan got very pleased hearing them. Then he asked - "Now tell me, how many meanings in Arabic language for the word Khel or Mole?" "Allaah long live the King, 57 or 50 meanings." Then he asked - "Do you know the points of excellence in  beauty?" "Beauty consists in brightness of face, clearness of complexion, shapeliness of nose, gentleness of eyes, sweetness of tongue, cleverness of speech, slenderness of shape and seemliness of all attributes. But the acme of the beauty is in the hair and indeed al-Shihaab has presented them in his verses." And he recited his verses. The Sultaan got extremely pleased and captivated by the verses.

He again asked - "What is the meaning of "Shooraih is foxier than the fox." He replied - "That the lawyer Shooraih, during the days of plague, used to make visitations to al-Nazaf, and whenever he stood up to pray, there came a fox which would plant himself facing him, and by mimicking his movements distracted him from his devotions. One day he took his shirt and set it upon a cane and shook out the sleeves, then placing his turban on the top, he stuck it at the place where he prayed. The fox came and thought it was he, so he stood over the figure, and Shooraih came and caught him. That is why it is said "Shooraih is foxier than the fox."

When the Sultaan heard all this he said to Shams - "Truly he is your brother's son. And I do not think we can get anybody like him in Cairo." The Sultaan presented him the robe of honor and promoted him to an office. They came back home and Badar went to his wife's chamber after eating food, where she told her own story to him. Then he wrote some verses in praise of the Sultaan, engraved them on a hard surface and sent them to the Sultaan. The Sultaan got very pleased with this and he had appointed him as his personal secretary on a salary of 1,000 Dirhams addition to that what he gave him before."

Conclusion of the Story of The Three Apples
When the Caliph Haaroon al-Rasheed heard this story from his Vazeer Zaafar, he praised him a lot and asked him to write it in golden ink. He freed his slave and assigned to the youth who had slain his wife such a monthly stipend which made his life easy and the young man became one of his companions.

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