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Updated: May 25, 2025
They put no candles in, no naphtha, no anything; where does it come from?" "Al-lah! it is wonderful." echoes another, "and our Shah is a wonderful being to give us such things to look at Allah be praised!"
And as he stood still the Nubian sailors on the Loulia began to sing the song about Allah which Mrs. Armine had heard from the garden of the Villa Androud on her first evening in Upper Egypt. First a solo voice, vehement, strange to Western ears, immensely expressive, like the voice of a mueddin summoning the faithful to prayer, cried aloud, "Al-lah! Al-lah! Al-lah!"
He felt like a man in a moral crisis, and that what he said at this moment, and how he said it, with how much deep sincerity and how much warmth of heart, might, even must, determine the trend of the future. "For one moment I did just wonder whether perhaps when you married me you had thought I might some day be Lord Harwich." "Of course." "Al-lah "
The hurried tread of the night guard going on his last perhaps his only round before returning home, had awakened me from dreaming slumbers, and I was about to doze away into that sweetest of sleeps, the morning nap, when the distant cry broke forth. Pitched in a high, clear key, the Muslim confession of faith was heard; "Lá iláha il' Al-lah; wa Mohammed er-rasool Al-l-a-h!"
"I see." "Al-lah!" he murmured, saying the word like an Eastern man. He looked into her eyes. "The first word you hear in the night from Egypt, Ruby, Egypt's night greeting to you. I have heard that song up the river in Nubia often, but oh, it's so different now!" During her long experience in a life that had been complex and full of changes, Mrs.
"Nothing." "But I heard you speak." "It must have been the sailors singing. I was looking up at the stars. How wonderful they are!" As she spoke, she moved very slightly, letting her cloak fall open so that her long throat was exposed. "And how beautifully warm it is!" He looked at her throat, and sighed, seemed to hesitate, and then bent suddenly down as if he were going to kiss it. "Al-lah!"
Armine did not know that this song of the boatmen of Nubia was presently, in later days she did not dream of, to become almost an integral part of her existence on the Nile; but although she did not know this, she listened to it with an attention that was strained and almost painful. "Al-lah Al-lah " "And probably there is no God," she thought. "How can there be? I am sure there is none."
"Very pretty," she said, approvingly. "But I don't like the jacket. It looks too English." "It is a present from London, my lady." "Al-lah " Always the sailors' song seemed growing louder, more vehement, more insistent, like a strange fanaticism ever increasing in the bosom of the night. "Where are those people singing, Ibrahim?" said Mrs. Armine.
He went up a few steps, and looked over the upper deck; then he called out some guttural words. Almost instantly the throb of the daraboukkeh was audible, and then a nasal cry: "Al-lah!" "And now talk about agriculture!" Baroudi turned away to Nigel, and began to talk to him in a low voice, while Mrs. Armine sat quite still, always watching the Nile, and always listening to the sailors singing.
The distant singers had been silent for some minutes; now their voices were heard again, and sounded nearer to the garden, as if they were on some vessel that was drifting down the river under the brilliant stars. So much nearer was the music that Mrs. Armine could hear a word cried out by a solo voice, "Al-lah! Al-lah! Al-lah!" The voice was accompanied by a deep and monotonous murmur.
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