Story by: Vietnamese Folk Tale

Source: Traditional Vietnamese Folklore

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Long ago, in a fertile valley in southern Vietnam where tropical fruits grew in abundance and the climate was warm year-round, there lived a young couple whose love story would become legend. The husband, named Duc, was a hardworking farmer known for his gentle nature and dedication to his family. His wife, Dang, was renowned throughout their village for her beauty, kindness, and unwavering devotion to her husband.

Duc and Dang had been childhood sweethearts who married young and built a simple but happy life together. They lived in a modest bamboo house surrounded by fruit trees that Duc had planted and carefully tended. Their small farm produced mangoes, jackfruit, and coconuts that they would sell at the village market, earning just enough to live comfortably and share with neighbors in need.

Their love was the talk of the village - pure, selfless, and enduring. Dang would wake before dawn to prepare meals for Duc before he went to tend their orchards, and Duc would bring her fresh flowers from the fields every evening. They were rarely seen apart, and their devotion to each other was an inspiration to all who knew them.

However, their happiness was challenged when Duc began to fall seriously ill. What started as occasional weakness and fatigue gradually worsened into a debilitating condition that left him bedridden for days at a time. Village healers were consulted, but none could identify the mysterious ailment that was slowly draining Duc’s strength and vitality.

As months passed, Duc’s condition continued to deteriorate. He lost weight rapidly, his once-bright eyes grew dim, and he could barely manage to eat the foods that Dang lovingly prepared for him. Despite trying every traditional remedy and seeking help from healers in distant villages, nothing seemed to help her beloved husband.

Dang was devastated watching the man she loved waste away before her eyes. She spent her days and nights caring for him, rarely leaving his side except to gather herbs or prepare special foods that might tempt his failing appetite. Her own health began to suffer from the stress and exhaustion, but she never complained or considered giving up hope.

One night, as Duc lay sleeping fitfully, Dang knelt beside their small household shrine and prayed desperately to the spirits of their ancestors and the gods of nature. With tears streaming down her face, she pleaded for guidance, offering to sacrifice anything - her own life if necessary - to save her husband.

Her prayers were answered when an ancient spirit appeared to her in a dream. The spirit, taking the form of a wise old woman with kind eyes, spoke to Dang with a voice like wind through rice fields. “Your love and devotion have touched the hearts of the celestial realm,” the spirit said. “There is a way to save your husband, but the price will be great.”

The spirit explained that Duc’s illness was caused by a spiritual imbalance that could only be corrected through an act of ultimate love and sacrifice. To cure him, Dang would need to transform herself into a special fruit that would contain all her love, devotion, and life force. This fruit would have the power to restore Duc’s health and strength, but Dang herself would exist only in this new form.

“The choice is yours,” the spirit continued. “You can remain as you are and watch your husband fade away, or you can sacrifice your human form to save him. If you choose transformation, you will become a fruit unlike any other - one that reflects both the difficult exterior of sacrifice and the sweet interior of pure love.”

Without hesitation, Dang accepted the spirit’s offer. Her love for Duc was so complete that she would gladly give up her human existence if it meant he could live and be healthy. “Tell me what I must do,” she said with quiet determination.

The spirit instructed Dang to go to the oldest tree in their orchard at midnight on the night of the full moon. There, she should place her hands on the tree’s trunk and speak her love for Duc aloud, offering her life force to be transformed into the healing fruit that would save him.

On the designated night, with the full moon casting silver light across their small farm, Dang made her way to the ancient jackfruit tree that had been growing in their orchard since before they were born. Her heart was heavy with the knowledge that this would be her last night in human form, but it was also filled with joy at the thought of saving her beloved husband.

Standing beneath the massive tree, Dang placed her palms against its rough bark and spoke from her heart. She declared her complete love for Duc, her willingness to sacrifice everything for his well-being, and her hope that their love would continue even after her transformation. As she spoke, the tree began to glow with a soft, golden light.

Suddenly, Dang felt herself being drawn into the tree, her physical form dissolving and merging with the ancient wood. The sensation was not painful but rather like being embraced by warm, loving arms. She felt her consciousness expanding, becoming one with the tree’s life force while maintaining her love and devotion for Duc.

As dawn broke, where Dang had stood the night before, the tree now bore a single, extraordinary fruit. This fruit was unlike anything that had ever existed - large and imposing, covered with sharp spikes that made it appear formidable and unapproachable. Yet within this intimidating exterior lay flesh of incredible sweetness and richness, creamy and delicious beyond description.

When Duc awoke that morning, he found his wife missing and discovered the strange new fruit hanging from their tree. Somehow, deep in his heart and soul, he understood what had happened. Through their spiritual connection and the overwhelming sense of love that emanated from the fruit, he realized that his devoted wife had sacrificed herself to save him.

With trembling hands and tears streaming down his face, Duc carefully harvested the fruit. Despite its spiky, forbidding exterior, he managed to open it and found inside the most beautiful, aromatic flesh he had ever seen. The moment he tasted it, he felt strength and vitality flowing back into his body. His illness began to fade immediately, and within days he was completely restored to health.

But the healing was not just physical. Each time Duc ate from the miraculous fruit, he felt Dang’s presence and love surrounding him. Through the fruit, she continued to nourish and care for him just as she had in life. The strong, protective spikes on the outside represented her fierce devotion and willingness to defend their love, while the sweet, tender flesh inside embodied her gentle, loving nature.

News of the miraculous fruit spread throughout the region. People came from far and wide to see the tree that had produced such an extraordinary creation, and Duc shared the fruit’s offspring with others, though none possessed quite the same healing power as the original. The fruit became known as “sau rieng” - which would later be called durian - meaning “the spiky one” in reference to its formidable exterior.

Duc lived a long and healthy life, tending the tree that held his wife’s spirit and sharing its fruit with those in need. He never remarried, understanding that his love with Dang transcended physical existence and continued through the magical fruit she had become. Every year, when the tree bloomed and produced new durians, Duc felt as though Dang was showing him that their love remained as strong as ever.

When Duc eventually passed away in his old age, villagers found him peacefully sleeping beneath the durian tree, and they buried him at its base. From that time forward, the tree produced the sweetest, most aromatic durians anyone had ever tasted, as if the reunion of the devoted couple had enhanced the fruit’s extraordinary qualities.

The legend of the durian fruit became deeply embedded in Vietnamese culture, explaining not only the origin of this unique fruit but also serving as a powerful symbol of devoted love and sacrifice. People understood that, like the durian, true love often presents a challenging exterior that protects an incredibly sweet and valuable interior.

To this day, when Vietnamese people eat durian, many remember the story of Dang and Duc, understanding that the fruit’s distinctive characteristics - its imposing spikes and heavenly flavor - represent the complex nature of deep, sacrificial love. The durian serves as a reminder that the most precious things in life often require patience and dedication to appreciate fully, and that true love involves both protection and sweetness.

The tale teaches that genuine love is not always easy or comfortable on the surface, but those who are willing to look beyond external appearances will discover treasures of immeasurable value. Like Dang’s transformation into the durian fruit, the greatest acts of love often involve sacrifice and selflessness that ultimately create something beautiful and nourishing for others.

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