Princess Maharuh was said to be the kindest creature to ever walk the earth. She was dearly loved both by her people and by the djinns. One day as the princess wept because of all the pain and the evil ways of the world the djinns came to comfort her. And since they loved her so much they called upon their powers to grow a garden of magnificent beauty for her. From now on, Maharuh visited her enchanted garden whenever she was sad, and whenever she went there a smile would come to her face and she would find new strength to continue her work with renewed vigor and inspiration. 

But humans grow old and weary, and time did not fail to do its cruel work on fair Princess Maharuh. As she grew old, her visits to the garden became less and less frequent and one day when she laid down to rest underneath her favorite tree, she never woke up again. 

The garden was perhaps the most valuable thing she left behind, and it was certainly the one she had held dearest while still alive. Maharuh's people did not share her love for nature's beauty, and many simply viewed the garden as an example of horticulture that could be harvested for money. Soon after her death, a merchant caravan came and offered great sums for the garden and all that was found inside it. They dug out the trees and harvested the fruit, planning to rebuild the garden in their native land. 

Soon after the caravan had left the city, a terrible sandstorm arose. When the storm had cleared, the caravan was gone and with it all that was left of Princess Maharuh's garden.