Rushdie, Salmon - Th.. - hudson's home on the web
Rushdie, Salmon - Th.. - hudson's home on the web
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<str<strong>on</strong>g>Th</str<strong>on</strong>g>e four of <strong>the</strong>m are washing <strong>on</strong>ce more when Mahound arrives; <strong>the</strong>y cluster around him,<br />
whowhatwhy. Hamza stands back. "Nephew, this is no damn good," he snaps in his soldier's bark. "When<br />
you come down from C<strong>on</strong>ey <strong>the</strong>re's a brightness <strong>on</strong> you. Today it's something dark."<br />
Mahound sits <strong>on</strong> <strong>the</strong> edge of <strong>the</strong> well and grins. "I've been offered a deal." _By Abu Simbel?_ Khalid<br />
shouts. _Unthinkable. Refuse_. Faithful Bilal adm<strong>on</strong>ishes him: Do not lecture <strong>the</strong> Messenger. Of course, he<br />
has refused. Salman <strong>the</strong> Persian asks: What sort of deal. Mahound smiles again. "At least <strong>on</strong>e of you wants<br />
to know."<br />
"It's a small matter," he begins again. "A grain of sand. Abu Simbel asks Allah to grant him <strong>on</strong>e little<br />
favour." Hamza sees <strong>the</strong> exhausti<strong>on</strong> in him. As if he had been wrestling with a dem<strong>on</strong>. <str<strong>on</strong>g>Th</str<strong>on</strong>g>e water--carrier is<br />
shouting: "Nothing! Not a jot!" Hamza shuts him up.<br />
"If our great God could find it in his heart to c<strong>on</strong>cede -- he used that word, _c<strong>on</strong>cede_ -- that three,<br />
<strong>on</strong>ly three of <strong>the</strong> three hundred and sixty idols in <strong>the</strong> house are worthy of worship . . ."<br />
"<str<strong>on</strong>g>Th</str<strong>on</strong>g>ere is no god but God!" Bilal shouts. And his fellows join in: "Ya Allah!" Mahound looks angry. "Will<br />
<strong>the</strong> faithful hear <strong>the</strong> Messenger?" <str<strong>on</strong>g>Th</str<strong>on</strong>g>ey fall silent, scuffing <strong>the</strong>ir feet in <strong>the</strong> dust.<br />
"He asks for Allah's approval of Lat, Uzza and Manat. In return, he gives his guarantee that we will be<br />
tolerated, even officially recognized; as a mark of which, I am to be elected to <strong>the</strong> council of Jahilia. <str<strong>on</strong>g>Th</str<strong>on</strong>g>at's<br />
<strong>the</strong> offer."<br />
Salman <strong>the</strong> Persian says: "It's a trap. If you go up C<strong>on</strong>ey and come down with such a Message, he'll<br />
ask, how could you make Gibreel provide just <strong>the</strong> right revelati<strong>on</strong>? He'll be able to call you a charlatan, a<br />
fake." Mahound shakes his head. "You know, Salman, that I have learned how to listen. <str<strong>on</strong>g>Th</str<strong>on</strong>g>is _listening_ is<br />
not of <strong>the</strong> ordinary kind; it's also a kind of asking. Often, when Gibreel comes, it's as if he knows what's in<br />
my heart. It feels to me, most times, as if he comes from within my heart: from within my deepest places,<br />
from my soul."<br />
"Or it's a different trap," Salman persists. "How l<strong>on</strong>g have we been reciting <strong>the</strong> creed you brought us?<br />
<str<strong>on</strong>g>Th</str<strong>on</strong>g>ere is no god but God. What are we if we aband<strong>on</strong> it now? <str<strong>on</strong>g>Th</str<strong>on</strong>g>is weakens us, renders us absurd. We cease<br />
to be dangerous. Nobody will ever take us seriously again."<br />
Mahound laughs, genuinely amused. "Maybe you haven't been here l<strong>on</strong>g enough," he says kindly.<br />
"Haven't you noticed? <str<strong>on</strong>g>Th</str<strong>on</strong>g>e people do not take us seriously. Never more than fifty in <strong>the</strong> audience when I<br />
speak, and half of those are tourists. D<strong>on</strong>'t you read <strong>the</strong> lampo<strong>on</strong>s that Baal pins up all over town?" He<br />
recites:<br />
_Messenger, do please lend a_<br />
_careful ear. Your m<strong>on</strong>ophilia_,<br />
_your <strong>on</strong>e <strong>on</strong>e <strong>on</strong>e, ain't for Jahilia_.<br />
_Return to sender_.<br />
"<str<strong>on</strong>g>Th</str<strong>on</strong>g>ey mock us everywhere, and you call us dangerous," he cried.<br />
Now Hamza looks worried. "You never worried about <strong>the</strong>ir opini<strong>on</strong>s before. Why now? Why after<br />
speaking to Simbel?"<br />
Mahound shakes his head. "Sometimes I think I must make it easier for <strong>the</strong> people to believe."<br />
An uneasy silence covers <strong>the</strong> disciples; <strong>the</strong>y exchange looks, shift <strong>the</strong>ir weight. Mahound cries out<br />
again. "You all know what has been happening. Our failure to win c<strong>on</strong>verts. <str<strong>on</strong>g>Th</str<strong>on</strong>g>e people will not give up <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
gods. <str<strong>on</strong>g>Th</str<strong>on</strong>g>ey will not, not." He stands up, strides away from <strong>the</strong>m, washes by himself <strong>on</strong> <strong>the</strong> far side of <strong>the</strong><br />
Zamzam well, kneels to pray.<br />
"<str<strong>on</strong>g>Th</str<strong>on</strong>g>e people are sunk in darkness," says Bilal, unhappily. "But <strong>the</strong>y will see. <str<strong>on</strong>g>Th</str<strong>on</strong>g>ey will hear. God is <strong>on</strong>e."<br />
Misery infects <strong>the</strong> four of <strong>the</strong>m; even Hamza is brought low. Mahound has been shaken, and his followers<br />
quake.<br />
He stands, bows, sighs, comes round to rejoin <strong>the</strong>m. "Listen to me, all of you," he says, putting <strong>on</strong>e<br />
arm around Bilal's shoulders, <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r around his uncle's. "Listen: it is an interesting offer."<br />
Unembraced Khalid interrupts bitterly: "It is a _tempting_ deal." <str<strong>on</strong>g>Th</str<strong>on</strong>g>e o<strong>the</strong>rs look horrified. Hamza<br />
speaks very gently to <strong>the</strong> water--carrier. "Wasn't it you, Khalid, who wanted to fight me just now because<br />
you wr<strong>on</strong>gly assumed that, when I called <strong>the</strong> Messenger a man, I was really calling him a weakling? Now<br />
what? Is it my turn to challenge you to a fight?"