The Horses of the Sahara and the Manners of the DesertDaumas, E. (Eugène)
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The Horses of the Sahara and the Manners of the Desert
Daumas, E. (Eugène)
Arabian horse; Sahara
"We come here to intercede for him, O Allah! Deliver him from the
horrors of the grave and from the fire of Hell. Forgive him. Grant him
Thy mercy. Grant that the place he shall occupy be honourable and
spacious. Wash him with snow and hail water, and cleanse him from his
sins as they cleanse a white robe from the impurities that have soiled
it. Give him a habitation better than his own, relations better than his
own, and a spouse more perfect than his own. If he was good, make him
still better. If he was wicked, forgive him his wickedness, O Allah! He
has taken refuge with Thee, for Thou art the best of all refuges! It is
a poor man who has gone to share Thy munificence, and Thou art too rich
to chastise him and cause him to suffer.
"O Allah! strengthen the voice of the deceased at the moment when he
shall render to Thee an account of his actions, and lay not upon him
more than he is able to bear. We ask it of Thee through the intercession
of Thy Prophet, of all Thy angels, and of all Thy saints. _Amin!_"
"_Amin!_" cry all who are present, at the same time making a
genuflection. Then the Iman resumes:
"O Allah! Forgive our dead, our living ones, those of us who are
present, those of us who are absent, our little ones, our great ones.
Forgive our fathers, all those who preceded us, and all Mussulmans!
"Those whom Thou wilt bring to life again, bring to life in the faith.
And those among us whom Thou wilt cause to die, let them die true
Believers!
"Prepare us for a good death, and may that death give us rest, and the
favour of beholding Thee. _Amin!_"
This prayer being terminated, and while the _tolbas_ recite the _salat
el mokteâat_, the body is lowered into the grave, the face turned
towards Mecca. Large stones are fitted round it, and every one present
makes it a point of honour to throw in a little earth. The gravediggers
level the surface of the grave, and cover it with thorny shrubs to
protect it from hyænas and jackals.
It is now time to return, and all retake the road to the tribe with the
exception of a few women, the friends or relatives of the deceased, who,
bowed down with sorrow over the grave, speak to the dead man and
question him and wish him farewell, as if they thought he could hear
them. At last the _tolbas_ and the marabouts exclaim:
"Come, women. Retire trusting in Allah, and leave the dead in peace to
settle with Azrael;[97] cease your tears and lamentations. Death is a
tax levied upon our heads. We must all of us pay it. There is no
alternative, neither is there any injustice in this event. Allah alone
is eternal. What! should we accept the will of Allah when it brings us
joy, and refuse it when it brings us sorrow! Depart. Your cries are an
impiety."
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