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"Pride often disguises itself as righteousness." —————————————
"Remember this," his Father once said. "The world does not give itself freely. It must be understood."
Like Joseph sold by his brothers, he learned early that love did not protect you from betrayal. Like Ali Baba, he learned that secrets—spoken correctly—opened doors no army could. Like Scheherazade, he learned survival came from storytelling. And like Jacob, he learned that love and deception often shared the same bed.
(Jafar pov) "One jump ahead of the breadline, one swing ahead of the sword..." I thought and that's what I continued to do. Jump ahead
*flashback* The streets taught him the lesson of One Jump Ahead long before he knew the words—stay clever, stay quiet, stay alive.
But at night, father would call me home. Our home was small, but orderly. His father believed in structure the way others believed in prayer.
One evening, after returning breathless from a narrow escape, father poured tea slowly, deliberately.
"Sit." the man said.
Sighing, I did.
"You ran again," father said, not unkindly.
"I had to," I replied. "If I stayed, I would've lost everything." Even when I explained myself, I just had a feeling that he'll get upset. "You believe speed is strength."
"It is," I said. "If I don't move first, someone else will."
Father sighed. "Son, ambition is a fine tool. But wield it too early, and it will cut you first."
Young Jafar frowned. "Why should wanting more be dangerous?"
"Because wanting more," his father replied quietly, "is not the same as being ready for it." *Flashback ends*
-1989-
"Now.. I got to find this perfume for mother.."
When father died—quietly, forgotten by the court—I learned what it meant to fall.
I wandered the streets of Agrabah as a young man, clever, observant, always one jump ahead of hunger, guards, and men with more muscle than mercy. Did not steal recklessly like other street boys, but instead found the usage of making money through sell and sometimes becoming
I calculated. I watched patterns. He learned when to run and when to bow. It was during this time that I met Gazeem.
"Greetings, gazeem." I said, walking over to him, with my steps seemingly spook him as he quickly looked over to me. "
Gazeem was everything Jafar was not: loud, reckless, cruel in his ambition. Where I planned, Gazeem demanded. Yet, our differences allowed us to reach a compromise
"You think too much," Gazeem scoffed once. "Power belongs to those who take it."
"That maybe so, but with having a persistence could do you wonders in more ways than one." I replied, feeling slightly unbothered by his tone as we entered a pet shop.
*A huge market/festival—pet shop*
"Geez!.. that has to be the most overtop event I've ever seen." He scoffs, mentioning the public outing of lively interactions among people of Agrabah, filled with music, food being selled, and other stuff.
"Much as I care to admit you're right about this; I believe that what beauty is in the eye of the beholder." I explains as we looked around the place and that was when I saw a bird.
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"Hm!... Whatever floats your boat." He shrugs as he runs off somewhere, leaving me to myself and my thoughts. 'He is such an incompetence man, but he seems to have potential.' 'Now, we must find the treasure.' 'That bird seems to be miserable.'
-Mid afternoon-
Jafar met the Sultan by accident—and by design.
"HEE--HELP!...Please, sir, I command you to give back the poor man stuff. " And that's when a huge crowd shoving, gasping and even sniggering while Sultan was mocked and even picked up in the most humiliating manner. Intervened during a marketplace dispute, calmly de-escalating tensions, citing obscure trade law with flawless recall. The Sultan, who was impressed by my intellect as well as my belief and composure, handed me a
"You speak like a man who understands order, thank you very much." the Sultan said warmly. Grinning, I replied, "It was surely not a problem, your majesty, I was happy to assist".
"Well, AS SULTAN, I would like to repay you for your bravery."
3 weeks later...
"Alright, Gazeem, you know you could do a lot."
"What's all this nonsense I hear about you being a 'handy helper'?.. I swear Jafar!" Gazeem questioned. "Oh, come on, Jafar, you always have something up in your sleeve!" Iago loudly expressed. "Oh patience, Iago, patience." I shushed him.
"JAFAR!"
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"I would like a word with you." He said and based on his tone, it is clear that it must have to do with what happened 2 weeks ago. "I am here, now what do you need to tell me?" I replied, looking at him while Iago on my shoulder, making noise.
Third pov
That was the beginning.
Jafar became indispensable—quiet, efficient, always one lesson ahead, as if following some internal Lesson Number One: Never appear threatening. Always appear necessary. Razoul distrusted him immediately.
"You move too carefully," Razoul said once. "Men like you are dangerous."
Jafar smiled politely. "Men like me keep the palace standing while others guard the doors."
