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The Days of Mohammed

The Days of Mohammed

Anna May Wilson

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The Days of Mohammed by Anna May Wilson

Chapter 1 YUSUF BEGINS HIS SEARCH FOR TRUTH.

"O when shall all my wanderings end,

And all my steps to Thee-ward tend!"

eace, oh peace! that thy light wings might now rest upon me! Truth, that thou mightest shine in upon my soul, making all light where now is darkness! Ye spirits that dwell in yon bright orbs far above me, ye that alone are privileged to bow before the Great Creator of the universe, ye that alone may address yourselves to the Great Omnipotent Spirit with impunity, intercede for me, I beseech you! Bow before that Great Sovereign of all wisdom and light, whom we worship through these vague symbols of fire and brightness; plead with him before whom I dare not come, in my behalf. Beseech of him, if he will condescend to notice his most humble priest, that he may lead him into light effulgent, into all truth, and that he may clear from his soul these vapors of doubt which now press upon him in blackest gloom and rack his soul with torment. If I sin in doubting thus, beseech him to forgive me and to lead me to a conception of him as he is. Ye that are his ministers, from your starry spheres guide me! Whether through darkness, thorns, or stony ways, guide me; I shall not falter if I may see the light at last! Oh, grant me peace!"

Thus prayed Yusuf, the Magian priest. He paused. No sound passed from his lips, but he still stood with upraised arms, gazing into the intense depths of the Persian sky, purple, and flecked with golden stars, the "forget-me-nots of the angels."

His priestly vestments were dazzlingly white, and upon his shoulders were fixed two snowy wings that swept downward to the ground. His black beard descended far over his breast, and from the eyes above shone forth the glow of a soul yearning towards the infinite unknown, whose all is God.

Behind him, near the altar of the rounded tower,-round in the similitude of the orbs of light, the sun, moon, and stars,-danced the sacred fire, whose flames were said to have burned unceasingly for nearly one thousand years. The fiery wreaths leaped upwards toward the same purple sky, as if pointing with long, red fingers, in mockery of the priest's devotion; and the ruddy glare, falling upon him as he stood so still there, enveloped him with a halo of light. It gleamed upon his head, upon his uplifted hands, upon the curves of the wings on his shoulders, silhouetting him against the darkness, and lighting his white habiliments until, all motionless as he was, he seemed like a marble statue dazzlingly radiant in the light of one crimson gleam from a sinking sun.

And so he stood, heeding it not, till the moon rose, soft and full; the mountain-tops shone with a rim of silver, the valleys far below the temple looked deeper in the shade, and the fire burned low.

Rapt and more rapt grew the face of the priest. Surely the struggle of his soul was being answered, and in his nearness to Nature, he was getting a faint, far-off gleam of the true nature of Nature's God. His glance fell to the changing landscape below; his arms were extended as if in benediction; and his lips moved in a low and passionate farewell to his native land. Then he turned.

The fire burned low on the altar.

"Sacred symbol, whose beams have no power to warm my chilled heart, I bid you a long farewell! They will say that Yusuf is faithless, a false priest. They will mayhap follow him to slay him. And they will bow again to yon image, and defile thine altars again with infants' blood, not discerning the true God. Yet he must be approachable. I feel it! I know it! O Great Spirit, reveal Thyself unto Yusuf! Reveal Thyself unto Persia! Great Spirit, guide me!"

For the first time, Yusuf thus addressed a prayer direct to the Deity, and he did so in fear and trembling.

A faint gleam shone feebly amid the ashes of the now blackening altar. It flared up for an instant, then fell, and the sacred fire of the Guebre temple was dead.

"The embers die!" cried the priest. "Yea, mockery of the Divine, die in thine ashes!"

He waited no longer, but strode with swift step down the mountain, and into the shade of the valley. Reaching, at last, a cave in the side of a great rock, he entered, and stripped himself of his priestly garments. Then, drawing from a recess the garb of an ordinary traveler, he dressed himself quickly, rolled his white robes into a ball, and plunged farther into the cave. In the darkness the rush of falling water warned him that an abyss was near. Dropping on his knees, he crept carefully forward until his hand rested on the jagged edge of a ledge of rock. Beside him the water fell into a yawning gulf. Darkness darker than blackest night was about him, and, in its cover, he cast the robes into the abyss below, then retraced his way, and plunged once more into the moonlight, a Persian traveler wearing the customary loose trousers, a kufiyah on his head, and bearing a long staff in his hand.

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The Days of Mohammed
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Chapter 1 YUSUF BEGINS HIS SEARCH FOR TRUTH.

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Chapter 2 A BEDOUIN ENCAMPMENT.

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Chapter 3 YUSUF MEETS AMZI, THE MECCAN.

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Chapter 4 WHEREIN YUSUF ENCOUNTERS A SAND-STORM IN THE DESERT, AND HAS SOMEWHAT OF AN EXPERIENCE WITH THE LITTLE DERVISH.

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Chapter 5 NATHAN THE JEW.

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Chapter 6 YUSUF'S FIRST MEETING WITH MOHAMMED.

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Chapter 7 YUSUF STUDIES THE SCRIPTURES.-CONNECTING EVENTS.

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Chapter 8 WHEREIN IS TOLD THE STORY OF NATHAN'S LIBERATION.

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Chapter 9 AMZI AT MEDINA.

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Chapter 10 MOHAMMED'S ENTRANCE INTO MEDINA.

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Chapter 11 MOHAMMED BECOMES INTOLERANT.-WAR.

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Chapter 12 WHEREIN THE BEDOUIN YOUTH KEDAR BECOMES A MOSLEM.

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Chapter 13 ABU SOFIAN'S CARAVAN.

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Chapter 14 THE BATTLE OF BEDR.

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Chapter 15 THE PERSECUTION BEGINS.

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Chapter 16 AMZI FINALLY REJECTS MOHAMMED.

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Chapter 17 THE FATE OF DUMAH.

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Chapter 18 A SCENE IN PALESTINE.

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Chapter 19 THE BATTLE OF OHOD.

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Chapter 20 THE BATTLE OF THE DITCH.

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Chapter 21 THE FAMILY OF ASRU.

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Chapter 22 MANASSEH AND ASRU AT KHAIBAR.

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Chapter 23 MOHAMMED'S PILGRIMAGE.

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Chapter 24 THE SIEGE OF KHAIBAR.-KEDAR.

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Chapter 25 MANASSEH AND KEDAR AT MECCA.

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Chapter 26 INTERVENING EVENTS.

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Chapter 27 THE TRIUMPHANT ENTRANCE INTO MECCA.

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Chapter 28 KEDAR AT THE CAABA.

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Chapter 29 KEDAR RETURNS TO HIS HOME.

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Chapter 30 THE DEATH OF MOHAMMED.

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Chapter 31 THE NEW HOME.

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Chapter 32 A WEDDING IN PALESTINE.

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Chapter 33 THE FAREWELL.

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