And so begins another tale from the Arabian Nights - this is the story that Scheherazade told Shahryar about a man called Nasef; a wealthy man who had grown up in Makkah in the Hejaz region. At the time, Makkah was one of the largest trading centres in the whole region; every year thousands of pilgrims came to perform Hajj and Umrah from lands far and wide.

Nasef was the kind of man who loved to impose his power. He had always been eager to build his own kingdom in a quiet and uninhabited place but Makkah had never given him the chance. He had never given up on the idea of finding this perfect place, so one day, Nasef decided to leave Makkah and search for a new place to settle down in. He packed up his belongings, took all his money and cattle with him in a huge caravan, and headed for the western coast.

After a long and arduous journey through the desert he finally found the ideal location he had always dreamed of, where he could build his city from scratch. He immediately ordered his servants to start building him the biggest and most beautiful palace. His servants built him a stunning three-storey house overlooking the sea, surrounded by plants and palm trees. Nasef had a spacious room on the third floor, and made sure that there was a big kitchen right beside it.

Nasef loved two things in life: women and food. This is why he made sure the kitchen was built next to his suite! He carelessly whiled away his days and nights sleeping with copious amounts of women and eating at least five meals a day. Having his room right beside the kitchen also meant that he could enjoy the smell of food throughout the day. Nasef quickly became fatter and fatter and started to grow a large paunch.

Day after day, people came to settle down in Nasef’s city and live beside his palace, but his always remained the largest. As the city grew, so did Nasef’s paunch. Nasef’s paunch grew so much that he started to find it difficult to move in his own house and to ride his beloved horse around the city. Nasef had exchanged twenty camels (with a pilgrim from the Maghreb) for his Arabian horse.

He thought about using his bed to move between the three floors so he could get to his horse, but this turned out to be not such a great idea! He fell from the bed several times and each time this happened he would fire one of this servants.

This caused him great annoyance until one day, one of his servants pointed out a very helpful solution to his problem; this being that he should use his horse instead of the bed to go up to his room. They would simply need to re-design the stairs so that the horse could go up them. To further ensure his master’s safety and make it impossible for him to fall, the servant suggested tying a long stick to the horse’s back with a rope which he could hold onto. Nasef was so impressed with his servant’s idea that he made him his butler and immediately implemented his idea.

As the city established by Nasef continued to grow, people began to gossip; the story of Nasef being taken to his room with the help of his horse began to spread.

The horse got used to waiting patiently by Nasef’s bed. One night, Nasef fell asleep very late, plagued by nightmares because of all the food he had eaten. He tossed and turned all night until he fell onto the back of his horse who didn’t seem to feel a thing. The horse gave a start and began to run very fast with his master still asleep on his back. He ran in and out of all the rooms until he reached the wooden balcony and abruptly stopped.

Nasef began to wake up and felt something moving, but thinking he was still lying on his bed, he rolled over. Unfortunately this wasn’t the case and he rolled down from the high balcony to his death.

And so ends Scheherazade’s tale, with the death of Nasef and the promise of a new story based more on fantasy than reality.

Nasef died but the dream he had once had of having his own city had been fulfilled. He left behind him a large city with lots of children had by his many women.

Many hundreds of years later, Nasef’s palace is still there in the Balad in Jeddah and is one of the most important tourist attractions in the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia. The Balad full of people from Yemen, Somalia and Pakistan and is the poorest area in the whole of Jeddah with the lowest standards of living, secutiry and hygiene. Many people end up staying there without having a proper work permit, after having completed Hajj and Umrah.

I wonder how an amazing area like the Balad with its amazing architecture can be neglected in this way! As I walked through the alleys and narrow streets of the Balad, I felt like I was in Cairo.

Whilst in Saudi, I had the honor of meeting Ahmad Angawi, a young man wise beyond his years and the son of Sami Angawi, one of the most important architects in Saudi Arabia. Ever since returning from America with a First Class degree in Product Design, Ahmed has been interested in the Balad. He is constantly searching for new ways to save its heritage without disturbing the people who live there and their traditions; he believes that a city is made by its people and their customs.

I wish Ahmad and everyone like him, who is seeking to revive our cultural heritage and maintain our authentic identity, the best of luck. We have a heritage and an identity we should be proud of!

In the words of Ahmad: “A man without history is a man who doesn't know who he is.”