The story of Shah Jahan and Jahan Shah

Son of the great king Jahangir who had once been insane for a girl; Anarkali, Shah Jahan learned the same from his father. Seated high on his Peacock throne, his heavy-lidded eyes gleamed with loss and pride. The Shah sorrowed over the death of his beloved wife, Mumtaz Mahal-the Paragon of the palace. He had loved her more than any woman. They said such was his devotion to, and confidence in, her that she would read all his firmans and, should she approve, put the regal seal on them. She was not only his consort, but also his companion, confidante and counselor. In her absence he was inconsolable. He visited her private apartments at nights, as though chasing her fragrance-or apparition and when confronted with the emptiness of the chambers, he burst into tears.

Just like this, Jahan Shah, son of a brave soldier Aleem Shah, was madly in love with Mehirmah, princess of the Ottoman Empire. She was young, beautiful, and charming but Jahan Shah, one of the many slaves, loved her simplicity. Mehirmah was diagnosed with a deadly disease which took her after a year. The grief of her death, made Jahan Shah leave the job and wander in the streets which she passed at least once.

Stories of Shah Jahan and Jahan Shah are same yet different.

Shah Jahan was a man who pledged his wrath in steel, his love in diamonds and his grief in white marble. He ordered the construction of the magnificent Taj Mahal which, to be honest, is a grave, yet the most splendid piece of architecture.
Jahan Shah, on the other side, was not much wealthy but that doesn't mean that his love was not true. Shah Jahan made Taj Mahal so that the world could remember his sorrow forever whereas Jahan Shah made his heart the Taj Mahal where he hid Mehirmah from the eyes of others, just for himself.

God snatches the thing we love the most from us. He tests us. Shah Jahan, the king. Jahan Shah, the slave. What's different in their stories? Ways to prove love.
What would have been different if Shah Jahan was Jahan Shah and Jahan Shah, Shah Jahan? Would we still have been able to visit the masterpiece of love and loss; Taj Mahal? Or would we have been more happy, reading the stories of their love?

 Regards,
Yashal Jalil 

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