Yet no one, not even Ayesha, could believe it for a time. Thinking
that he had only fainted, she called aloud for help; and Omar,
who immediately came in, looked lovingly upon the familiar and
still lifelike features and exclaimed: “The Prophet is not dead;
he hath but swooned away.” But Abu Bekr, who was welcomed into the
sacred adytum with the feminine salutation, “Come, for this day
no permission needeth to be asked,” at once realized the awful
truth, which he cautiously made known by stooping and kissing his
master’s face, and saying: “Sweet wast thou in life, and sweet thou
art in death. Yes, thou _art_ dead! Alas, my friend, my chosen
one!” After kissing the face a second time, he covered it with a
striped cloth and gently withdrew from the room, while Mohammed’s
wives beat their faces, uttered loud and plaintive ululations, “and
there arose a wailing of celestial voices.” The corpse was washed
and laid out, and, in addition to the garment which he wore at the
time of his death, two sheets of costly white linen were wrapped
around it. After some discussion, it was decided on the advice of
Islam’s new leader, Abu Bekr--“I have heard it from the lips of
Mohammed himself,” he announced, “that in whatsoever spot a prophet
dieth, there also should he be buried”--that a deep grave should
be excavated beneath the apartment of Ayesha. During the night
the ominous thud of pickaxes disturbed the troubled dreams of
the Prophet’s widows--“I did not believe that Mohammed was really
dead,” confessed Um Selama, “till I heard the sound of the pickaxes
at the digging of the grave, from the next room”--and next day a
constant stream of weeping Moslems filed by to look for the last
time upon the beloved face that now resembled a sheet of withered
parchment. That evening the body was lowered into the grave, whose
bottom had been covered with the Prophet’s precious red mantle; the
gaping hole was built over with unbaked bricks, plain earth was
then shoveled upon the tomb, and there, in the august simplicity
of his domestic abode, Mohammed’s form has ever since remained.
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