Brought ForwardCunninghame Graham, R. B. (Robert Bontine)
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Brought Forward
Cunninghame Graham, R. B. (Robert Bontine)
Fiction; Short stories
“They made their gods themselves, just as we do,” and as he spoke he
lowered his voice and peered out of the tent door; “but wiser than
ourselves they kept a tight hand on them, and made their will, as far as
possible, coincide with their own.
“It is the hour of prayer. . . .
“How pleasantly the time passes away conversing with one’s friends”; and
as he spoke he stood erect, turning towards Mecca, as mechanically as the
needle turns towards the pole.
His whole appearance altered and his mean presence suffered a subtle
change. With eyes fixed upon space, and hands uplifted, he testified to
the existence of the one God, the Compassionate, the Merciful, the
Bounteous, the Generous One, who alone giveth victory.
Then, sinking down, he laid his forehead on the ground, bringing his
palms together. Three times he bowed himself, and then rising again upon
his feet recited the confession of his faith.
The instant he had done he sat him down again; but gravely and with the
air of one who has performed an action, half courteous, half obligatory,
but refreshing to the soul.
The Consul, who well knew his ways, and knew that probably he seldom
prayed at home, and that the prayers he had just seen most likely were a
sort of affirmation of his neutral attitude before a stranger, yet was
interested.
Then, when the conversation was renewed, he said to him, “Prayer seems to
me, Sherif, to be the one great difference between the animals and man.
“As to the rest, we live and die, drink, eat, and propagate our species,
just as they do; but no one ever heard of any animal who had addressed
himself to God.”
A smile flitted across the pock-marked features of the descendant of the
Prophet, and looking gravely at his friend,—
“Consul,” he said, “Allah to you has given many things. He has endowed
you with your fertile brains, that have searched into forces which had
remained unknown in nature since the sons of Adam first trod the surface
of the earth. All that you touch you turn to gold, and as our saying
goes, ‘Gold builds a bridge across the sea.’
“Ships, aeroplanes, cannons of monstrous size, and little instruments by
which you see minutest specks as if they were great rocks; all these you
have and yet you doubt His power.
“To us, the Arabs, we who came from the lands of fire in the Hejaz and
Hadramut. We who for centuries have remained unchanged, driving our
camels as our fathers drove them, eating and drinking as our fathers ate
and drank, and living face to face with God. . . . Consu’, you should
not smile, for do we not live closer to Him than you do, under the stars
at night, out in the sun by day, our lives almost as simple as the lives
of animals? To us He has vouchsafed gifts that He either has withheld
from you, or that you have neglected in your pride.
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