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Updated: May 17, 2025
If a man is in sound health, all the rest are dreams. And Besso needs no hakeem, or you would not be here, my Rose of Sharon. 'The light may have become darkness in our eyes, though we may still eat and drink, said Eva. 'And that has happened to Besso which might have turned a child's hair grey in its cradle. 'Who has poisoned his well?
"A true philosopher, despite your bales of merchandise," murmured the hakeem, with a smiling nod of approval for the sentiments expressed. "Well, I suppose that every one who travels becomes a philosopher, more or less," assented the trader. "Change of scene and of companionship stimulates new ideas.
But a general smile among the company showed the hakeem that his calling was held in no undue reverence, at least by those without present need of his ministrations. "When I was alone with my mortars and my drugs," resumed the narrator, "I lost no time in examining the mysterious packet. I unwound the silk threads that tightly tied it, both to restrict its bulk and to render it secure.
By general although unspoken assent, the eyes of all the company were now directed to the venerable hakeem, as if to invite from him the next contribution to the night's entertainment.
The many cures of simple cases that I had been able to accomplish spread my fame far and wide, and even reached my countrymen at Magdala, who heard that an English Hakeem had arrived, who could break bones and instantly set them, so that the individual operated upon walked away like the paralytic in Holy Writ.
"Dost thou know," continued Sadi, "that Yusef rides the best camel in the caravan, and has the fullest water-skin, and has shawls and merchandise with him?" The leader cast a covetous glance toward the poor Syrian traveler, who was generally called the hakeem because of the medicines which he gave, and the many cures which he wrought.
"I spoke just loud enough to be heard by its occupant: "'May your day, O queen, be peaceful! Your servant, most humble and devoted, awaits your orders. "'Peace be to thee, O thou trustful and brave hakeem. Take me to the protection of thy wife and home. "It was a soft, melodious woman's voice that had spoken, tremblingly, imploringly, and yet withal in a tone of authority.
Then the hakeem continued in lighter tone: "Now let me point my moral by telling you a story of a mother's supreme devotion for her son.
Death is a birth, the truth of which will more forcibly appeal to our minds when we reflect also that birth is a death." "How can that be, except for the still-born?" queried the astrologer. The hakeem raised a hand deprecating the interruption. "Nay, follow me in my argument," he continued quietly. "If death is a birth, then is a birth truly death.
The cry of "Hakeem!" as she falls, is not an act of faith but of love; it pierces through the shadow of the material falsehood to her one illuminated truth of absolute love, like that other falsehood which sanctifies the dying lips of Desdemona.
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