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There were two men in Ghalagay (the capital of Swat during the time of Akhund of Swat). They were the best of friends and were never seen apart. One day sitting in the hujra they saw a strange bird and as both watched, the bird flew off.

“That was a strange white bird, I have never seen the likes of it before.” said one.
His friend looked at him and said, “Yes that was indeed a strange bird but it was black.”
His friend looked at him sharply and said, “you dare call me a liar, I saw it with my own eyes it was as white as the first fallen snow.”
The other man angrily retorted, “You dare call me blind, I swear on the names of my ancestors that the bird was as black as a starless night, for me to say otherwise would make me a liar.”

Staring angrily at each other they both refused to retract their statements. Someone came across them and asked what was going on, they said nothing, but went their separate ways.
A few days went by and people were amazed to see the friends without each other. They would come to the Hujra but sit apart and look away distastefully if someone mentioned the other. The elders asked what had happened, and on learning the facts they tried to make piece between the two. They both replied simultaneously that the other would have to admit the color of the bird was what the other had seen.
Since both refused to admit the other was right and under growing pressure of their egos they snapped and hit each other a few blows. Their respective clansmen joined in the fight and soon there was a full strength brawl in progress. The elders managed to separate them but now both families were mortal enemies and they struck out at each other whenever possible. Many people died as a result and finally the jirga sat and passed a verdict. Making them draw straws one clan was forced to leave the village.
This exodus meant that they had to sell all they owned and leave Swat. If anyone among them, or their offspring ever returned, they would be killed.
Decade’s later thinking that their people had a blood feud over such a ridiculous and absurd thing such as the color of birds, a delegation was sent to invite the exiled clan back.
The delegation gave the exiled clan this message
Dhu di wayi chi zar, spin thamam, der di pa doo wi zamoong dawa salam
Just admit that the feathers were white
We will welcome them back with great delight.
Chi hagho tha da pygham da solhey ther sho, Sa ba wayam gham pi la da hada der sho

Hearing this peace statement greatly distressed the exiles.
Ka thala mo mal aw sar shi da wayna ba yo da khwlay kala bahar shi
Moong ba his khabari wa way noori, bas ba wayoo chi baney wey tooli thori.

Should we even have to give up our lives and possessions, never will our lips betray
We will always claim the feathers were black and never so much as gray.