Years passed. One night, King Sam had a dream. A wise sage appeared and said, "Your son lives. He is strong and noble. The white hair is not a curse but a sign of wisdom. Bring him back."
But the heavens had other plans. The mighty Simurgh, seeing the helpless, pale-haired infant, did not eat him. Instead, she carried the baby to her nest and raised him as her own, feeding him and teaching him the wisdom of the skies. shahnameh farsi pdf
Sam wept with regret. He rode to the mountains and begged the Simurgh to return his son. The great bird, sad but understanding, gave the boy—now called —a golden feather. "Burn this feather if you ever need me," she said, and flew away. Years passed