The Sultan and His PeopleOscanyan, C. (Christopher)
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The Sultan and His People
Oscanyan, C. (Christopher)
Turkey -- Description and travel; Turkey -- Social life and customs
This ancient architect, unwilling to deface the walls by a scaffolding,
when they were beyond his reach, stood upon this stone, which chance
threw in his way; and, wonderful interposition of Allah! the stone
raised him when necessary, let him down again, and transported him
around his precious work, until the whole was finished!
What a treasure to architecture, more worthy of fame than the
undiscovered stone of the philosopher; how carefully to be watched
and guarded from the profanations of unbelieving house-builders for
all time to come.
Upon the southeast corner of the Caaba is the black stone set in
silver, which was dropped down from Paradise.
Like other gems of the heavenly sphere, it was originally white and
shining--but alas! its brightness is dimmed, and even changed to
perfect blackness, by its contact with human sin. For ever since its
removal to this world, it has been polluted by the touch of mortals,
and the contact of their sinful lips.
The interior of the Caaba is approached by a silver door, about the
height of a man from the ground, to which they ascend by movable
steps. There is a single room hung with red and green embroidered
damask, and the roof is supported by four pillars eight feet square,
made of aloes wood.
A sweet perfume pervades this apartment, which has been emitted from
these pillars ever since Mohammed was born in the holy city of Medina,
and silver lamps are suspended, which burn night and day. Near the
Caaba are small chapels for the imams of the different Mohammedan
sects, who severally bestow their blessings upon the pilgrims.
The agonized mother of Ishmael, wandering in the wilderness, her
scanty bottle of water quite empty, having cast her helpless infant
under the shrubs, and retreated that she might not see him die,
sat at a distance and lifted up her voice and wept.
The dying moans of the infant reached the ears of the angel of God,
who, to save the father of a great nation, caused the well-spring of
water to gush forth from its recesses in the bowels of the earth.
As the ministering angel wiped the tears from the eyes of the
disconsolate mother, she spied the crystal water, and hastened to
administer to the fainting child. This same well, called the well of
zem-zem, is near the holy house of prayer, and the thirsty pilgrims
every year quaff its venerated waters and carry some of it to all
parts of the Mohammedan dominions.
Such being the holy places, no wonder that every Mussulman, whether
commanded or not, should desire to visit these sacred relics of
antiquity.
And were it not forbidden, doubtless the unbelievers also would gladly
undertake the same pilgrimage to witness the miraculous preservation
of objects which are, some of them, incorporated with their own faith.
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