MURDERERS
THE evening sun was sin king in the golden west. A band of ruthless
Arabs waited outside the prophet’s house. They wanted to murder
him before he could leave for Medina. They surrounded the house from
all sides and waited there all night. And next morning they broke
into the house. But in the bed lay Ali and not Muhammad.
The prophet had left with his friend ABU BEKR and Ali, the gallant
cousin, had laid himself down on his bed-the bed on which hovered
shamelessly, a hundred blades of naked weapons. The slaves of gods
felt defeated. The prophet had left the house under their very eyes
but struck blind with the divine light they had failed to observe
him.
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