Ranger Avanti was once a child too :)

Bukhara, locat­ed in south­ern Uzbek­istan, is said to be the home­town of Nass­er al-Din Avan­ti.

Afanasiy was my idol in my youth.

I haven’t heard that he has read many books, but he is extreme­ly intel­li­gent, even the most knowl­edge­able schol­ars in the court can­not com­pare to him.

He did­n’t seem to have any mar­tial arts skills, but he dared to fight with the rich, local offi­cials and kings, and used his wis­dom to make fun of them, help the poor, and pun­ish evil and pro­mote good.

What I envied the most was that he would ride around on a don­key all day, singing lit­tle songs, feel­ing free and at ease, wher­ev­er he went…

Of course, Afan­ti’s sto­ries are also humor­ous. Wit, humor, and right­eous­ness are prob­a­bly Afan­ti’s trade­marks.

I’ve only seen this in car­toons, movies, and sto­ry­books. Inter­est­ing­ly, I nev­er con­sid­ered Avan­ti to be a real per­son. He’s more like a myth­i­cal or fairy­tale fig­ure, like Sun Wukong, Nezha, or the Frog Prince.
So, when I first read the book writ­ten by the for­mer Sovi­et writer SolovievThe Biog­ra­phy of Nass­er al-Din Avan­tiI was a lit­tle shocked when I read it! Of course, I don’t believe that this fic­tion­al biog­ra­phy is true. But if you think about it, and think about the pos­si­bil­i­ty of it, would­n’t you be sur­prised?
Afan­ti may real­ly exist!

My pre­vi­ous impres­sion was that even if Afan­ti exist­ed, he would be from Xin­jiang, right? How­ev­er, the book states that his birth­place was Bukhara (locat­ed in present-day south­ern Uzbek­istan, the coun­try’s third-largest city), and his grave is in Kani­badam. He trav­eled from Xin­jiang, Chi­na in the east to Turkey in the west, explor­ing the Mus­lim cul­tur­al regions of Cen­tral and West Asia.

As for the time when this Afan­ti lived, accord­ing to the research of trans­la­tor Qiu Xiaol­un, judg­ing from the back­ground of the events involved in the sto­ry, it was around the 19th or 18th cen­tu­ry or ear­li­er, and judg­ing from the cul­tur­al back­ground shown in the sto­ry, it can be traced back to the 9th cen­tu­ry AD or ear­li­er.
So, to put it sim­ply, Afan­ti must be an “ancient man”.
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Bronze stat­ue of Avan­ti in Bukhara

Such a love­ly char­ac­ter, any nation would be hap­py to recruit him as a mem­ber, and would also col­lect all the most intel­li­gent and humor­ous sto­ries (no mat­ter which dynasty) under his name.

How­ev­er, there is one thing that we often over­look. No mat­ter where Afanti’s home­town is, he is a Mus­lim from head to toe, a hero of the Islam­ic world. Afanti’s sto­ries are full of the cus­toms and prac­tices of the Islam­ic world in Cen­tral Asia and West Asia, and also reflect the val­ues and human­is­tic ideals of Mus­lims. I think this is prob­a­bly because of read­ingThe Biog­ra­phy of Nass­er al-Din Avan­tiThe biggest gain for me.

We nev­er noticed this when we were young, and even if we knew it, we might not under­stand it. Among those sto­ries labeled “Afan­ti sto­ries”, many were actu­al­ly made up by Han peo­ple — even the Han peo­ple were hap­py to recruit him into the group, and even attrib­uted some non-Mus­lim cul­tur­al aspects to him. On the oth­er hand, it also shows that despite dif­fer­ent reli­gious beliefs, the human­is­tic foun­da­tion is actu­al­ly very sim­i­lar.

This biog­ra­phy of Afan­ti is very dif­fer­ent from the var­i­ous Afan­ti sto­ries I have read before. It strives to make read­ers believe that Afan­ti real­ly exist­ed.

Since Afan­ti is a real per­son, he must be a mor­tal. Mor­tals have emo­tions and desires, and their abil­i­ties are lim­it­ed; mor­tals always make mis­takes and face set­backs… All of this is reflect­ed in this biog­ra­phy of Afan­ti.

For exam­ple, at the begin­ning of the sto­ry, Afan­ti is a rather roman­tic lone ranger, fre­quent­ly sneak­ing into the harems of kings and local offi­cials and engag­ing in affairs of plea­sure. Return­ing to his home­land of Bukhara, he met Guljian, the beau­ti­ful daugh­ter of Niyaz, a pot-mak­er, and fell in love with her whole­heart­ed­ly, even­tu­al­ly mar­ry­ing her. To avoid per­se­cu­tion from the ruler, the Emir (equiv­a­lent to a king), he and his wife trav­eled exten­sive­ly, bear­ing two sons along the way before final­ly set­tling in Khor­gant under an assumed name. Even after mar­riage, even this resource­ful Afan­ti was for­tu­nate­ly hen­pecked. When­ev­er he ven­tured out on a mis­sion, he had to resort to all pos­si­ble means to nego­ti­ate with his wife to achieve his goals—for exam­ple, send­ing his wife and chil­dren out of the house and then com­plet­ing ten days’ worth of house­hold chores in one day before their return. Imag­ine the chal­lenges of being a knight-errant!
The Biog­ra­phy of Nass­er al-Din Avan­tiIt is a super long nov­el. It took me more than a week to fin­ish it the first time. It is divid­ed into two parts:

The first part main­ly tells the sto­ry of Afan­ti’s deal­ings with Emir of Bukhara. This part is very live­ly and a bit com­pli­cat­ed, but very inter­est­ing and also quite thrilling. Afan­ti is impris­oned and almost los­es his life.

The sec­ond part main­ly tells the sto­ry of how Afan­ti clev­er­ly and sin­gle-hand­ed­ly took back the own­er­ship of the reser­voir from a local bul­ly and ben­e­fit­ed the local peo­ple.

The sec­ond part is longer, and the sto­ry unfolds at a leisure­ly pace, yet with a won­der­ful­ly paced feel. While super­fi­cial­ly less intense than the first, the prob­lems involved are more chal­leng­ing and real­is­tic, cre­at­ing a some­what wit­ty mys­tery. Fur­ther­more, the sec­ond part incor­po­rates a num­ber of reflec­tions on reli­gion and ethics, a some­what meta­phys­i­cal ele­ment that seam­less­ly inte­grates the sto­ry, avoid­ing bore­dom and pro­vid­ing a wealth of insights. I pre­ferred the sec­ond part.

The most unique aspect of Part Two is the chap­ter that arrives at the end, Chap­ter 33 (of Part Two’s 39 chap­ters total). The author, mid­way through the main sto­ry, sud­den­ly drops the sub­ject, whet­ting the read­er’s inter­est while delv­ing into Afan­ti’s life sto­ry and child­hood. This sto­ry­telling tech­nique is rem­i­nis­cent of sto­ry­telling, though the ques­tion is why the pro­tag­o­nist’s child­hood sto­ry is rel­e­gat­ed so late in the sto­ry.

I think it’s main­ly because Afan­ti’s child­hood sto­ry isn’t par­tic­u­lar­ly rel­e­vant to the two main sto­ries here, but it’s also very fas­ci­nat­ing. The author had been want­i­ng to tell it for a long time, but could­n’t find the right place. Final­ly, as the sto­ry was almost over, it felt too late to tell it, so he rushed to do it. Also, if read­ers don’t know much about Afan­ti, telling his child­hood sto­ry first might not give them a strong feel­ing, so the author held back.

In short, the inclu­sion of this sto­ry about Afan­ti’s life and child­hood sur­prised me at first, but grad­u­al­ly I became very fond of it and read it many times with­out real­iz­ing it. I even asked an edi­tor friend at the pub­lish­ing house for the text and am post­ing it here to share with every­one.

That chap­ter is very long, about 20,000 words. If it were all post­ed togeth­er, I guess few peo­ple would be able to fin­ish read­ing it.I split it into three parts:

Part 1: Afan­ti’s Life〗 This part has a very strong fla­vor of folk tales, a lit­tle bit of leg­endary col­or, and is also very touch­ing.

Part 2 The Mys­te­ri­ous Libra
The first part of this sec­tion reads very much like a folk tale, depict­ing the young Afan­ti’s wit­ty respons­es to adult mer­chants. How­ev­er, lat­er, with the appear­ance of the fero­cious, ugly old gyp­sy woman, the sto­ry becomes increas­ing­ly like a com­ing-of-age nov­el. A wealth of psy­cho­log­i­cal descrip­tion is includ­ed here. After teas­ing and prank­ing the old woman with the oth­er chil­dren, the kind and sen­si­tive young Afan­ti is deeply trau­ma­tized. A mys­te­ri­ous scale deep with­in him tests his soul, leav­ing him feel­ing deeply dis­tressed. He begins to reflect and repent, even re-exam­in­ing the men­tal­i­ty of the Bukhara mass­es with the per­spec­tive of a philoso­pher, yet still child­like. He per­son­i­fies this pub­lic men­tal­i­ty as a “Bukhara giant,” and seri­ous­ly con­sid­ers how to deal with this ter­ri­fy­ing giant.

I think this is prob­a­bly the ques­tion that Afanasiy, the hero who rep­re­sents the high­est wis­dom of Mus­lim folk, has been pon­der­ing through­out his life.

If your oppo­nent is vicious and evil, such as a cru­el ene­my, a bru­tal ruler, a greedy rich man, etc., you only need to use clev­er­ness and courage to defeat them, pun­ish evil and pro­mote good, and erad­i­cate all evil.

But what if your oppo­nents are the peo­ple around you? They are kind-heart­ed by nature, but under the cru­el pres­sure of life, they have become self­ish, cow­ard­ly, and igno­rant. Togeth­er, they may become a mob, igno­rant­ly and unknow­ing­ly bul­ly­ing the weak­er, or even becom­ing accom­plices of tyrants and vil­lains… What would you do then?

Young Avan­ti’s “rivals” lived along­side him, even the very peo­ple who gave birth to and raised him. They were orig­i­nal­ly so kind and lov­able, but now, com­bined, they became the “Bukhara Giants”! As young Avan­ti grew up, he trav­eled exten­sive­ly, encoun­ter­ing these giants every­where. Let’s see how Avan­ti dealt with them.

Part 3: Chal­leng­ing the Bukhara GiantThis part is a very fas­ci­nat­ing sto­ry of wis­dom. The young Afanasiy, who has insight into human nature, suc­cess­ful­ly helped the old Gyp­sies woman by tak­ing advan­tage of human weak­ness­es, and also taught the Bukhara peo­ple a les­son and made them laugh.

This is a typ­i­cal Afan­ti sto­ry of wis­dom. What makes it dif­fer­ent from the Afan­ti sto­ries we have read before is that it adds human­is­tic care in addi­tion to its clev­er­ness, mak­ing it feel more real, touch­ing, and inspir­ing med­i­ta­tion.

If you think about it care­ful­ly, the most indis­pens­able thing in Afanti’s wise sto­ries is the child­ish­ness. They seem sim­ple, even a lit­tle absurd, but they go straight to the core. The onlook­ers applaud and laugh, and the vic­tims are at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

The child­ish Afanasiy is my eter­nal idol.