This story dates back 20 years.
There once was a kingdom named Bairaan. Its ruler was Sultan Ahmad, and his wife's name was Maya. They had a daughter named Ana, who was five years old, and at that time, Maya was pregnant—already in her ninth month.
One day, as Maya was about to eat, she suddenly went into labor. The Sultan immediately called the doctor. Maya was in intense pain. The doctor entered the room, and after a while, came out and said to the Sultan:
"Congratulations! It's a boy!"
Ana was also present, sitting in the Sultan's lap. The Sultan, overjoyed at the news, put Ana down and went inside to see his son. Seeing the baby filled him with happiness. Ana was also very happy.
The next day, the Sultan arranged a grand celebration to name his newborn son.
That night, the Sultan said to his wife,
"Tomorrow, we're holding a big event to name our son. I'm so happy—now our son will carry forward the legacy of our kingdom."
He added, "Let's name our son Mustafa."
His wife laughed and replied, "That's a wonderful name."
Ana overheard this.
She felt deeply hurt. She thought to herself:
"Mother and Father have forgotten about me. As soon as my brother was born, they gave everything to him—this entire kingdom, and left me behind. I won't let this happen. If the kingdom is given to him, I'll never be the Queen. I have to do something."
With that thought, Ana returned to her room.
At around 1:00 AM, when everyone was asleep, Ana went into her parents' room. She used a cloth soaked in chloroform to knock her baby brother unconscious. Then, under the cover of night, she quietly carried him out of the Bairaan kingdom and left him on a small island in the middle of the sea, near the Iranian kingdom.
She felt a pang of guilt and tried to pick him up again—but then, in a sorrowful voice, she said:
"Forgive me. If you stay, my dream of becoming Queen will never come true."
Tears welled up in her eyes, but she turned away and returned to Bairaan, acting as if nothing had happened.
In the Iranian kingdom, where Ana had left the baby, some people came to clean the sea that night. Among them was a poor woman named Sameera, who had no children of her own. Suddenly, a storm started brewing, and everyone began to flee. Sameera, too, started to run—until she heard the sound of a baby crying.
She stopped, turned back, and saw the child. She picked up the crying baby and took him to her small home.
Back in Bairaan, when Ana's parents saw blood in the baby's place, they were devastated. Ana arrived shortly after. Maya, upon seeing the blood where her son should have been, went into such deep shock that she suffered a heart attack.
Sultan Ahmad immediately called the doctor, but the doctor said regretfully:
"She couldn't bear the shock of losing her child. She's no longer with us."
Ana broke down in tears. The Sultan too wept, and Ana was filled with guilt and regret. She began to blame herself for her mother's death.
The Sultan tried everything to find out who had taken his son, but eventually gave up and accepted the boy's death.
Overwhelmed by regret, Ana set out to find her brother in the Iranian kingdom, but he was nowhere to be found. Crying, she said:
"What have I done? How could I be so cruel? I took my own brother's life for a dream. I'm not worthy of being Queen of Bairaan."
Sameera named the child Armaghan, and raised him with love and care. Eighteen years passed.
Back in Bairaan, Sultan Ahmad eventually made Ana the Queen, despite her reluctance. She still carried the burden of guilt over what she had done to her brother. But as the Sultan's health began to decline, Ana had no choice but to accept the throne.