If, however, he was safe from direct assault, the more humble of his
auxiliaries--the slaves, strangers and lower classes--who lacked
the protection of family ties, were not so fortunate. They were
apprehended, beaten and jailed, or exposed to the terrific heat
of the sun. Under torments of this sort, some of them naturally
recanted--a contingency that necessitated swift measures on the part
of Allah. Mohammed, sincerely moved by their sufferings, announced
that, even though they dissembled to escape torture, Allah was
nevertheless All-Merciful and Forgiving if their hearts were right;
and a Sura forthwith appeared that poured divine wrath on every
backslider, “excepting him who is forcibly compelled thereto, his
heart remaining steadfast in the faith.” One day the Prophet
met an adherent who was weeping from the anguish of his wounds, and
asked what the trouble was. “Evil, O Prophet! They would not let me
go until I had abused thee, and spoken well of their gods.” “But
how dost thou find thine own heart?” “Secure and steadfast in the
faith.” “Then if they repeat their cruelty, repeat thou also thy
words,” advised Mohammed. Yet, in spite of this heavenly leniency,
incessant persecution continued to diminish his little band, and
he therefore counselled those who were defenseless to take refuge
in Abyssinia. Some of them did so, but still the odious oppression
continued.
The Prophet, in this desperate strait, seems to have resolved upon
a desperate remedy. It is at all events true that, scarcely three
months after the departure of the little company of refugees, he
tried to effect a compromise with his implacable foes. Approaching
a group of the Koreish in Mecca one day, he reeled off a Sura which
contained the flattering information that some of their gods, and
particularly their goddesses, were not so bad after all. Having
enumerated several of them, he intoned this passage:
“These are exalted Females,
Whose intercession verily is to be sought after.”
At the end of this strange encounter, Mohammed and his hearers
promptly prostrated themselves and worshiped their individually
pampered deities in a spirit of beautiful brotherhood.
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