Kitab Tajul Muluk Rumi -

Zayn stood there for a long time. He thought of his father’s cold eyes. He thought of the garden he tended—how a broken branch, if held and bound with care, could still blossom. Then, with a hand that did not tremble, he began to open the silver cages.

Zayn knelt and took his father’s hands. “That is its nature, Father. A true crown does not sit on the head. It crushes the heart until there is room inside it for everyone else.” kitab tajul muluk rumi

The eldest prince, Farid, a man of polished armor and sharper ambition, left first. He rode with a hundred horsemen, carrying maps and chains. He returned three days later, pale and mute. He would not speak of what he saw, only that the valley had laughed at him. Zayn stood there for a long time