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Updated: May 2, 2025
"O Tetuan," thought the Mahdi, "how soon will your streets be uprooted and your sanctuaries destroyed!" The Mooddin was chanting the call to prayers, and the old porter at the gate was muttering over his rosary as the Mahdi left the town in the dawn. He had to pick his way among the soldiers who were lying on the bare soil outside, uncovered to the sky. Not one of them seemed to be awake.
There at the fountains were the water-carriers waiting with their water-skins, and there in the market-place sat the women and children with their dishes of soup; there were the men by the booths with their pipes ready charged with keef, and there was the mooddin in the minaret, looking out over the plain. Everything was the same save one thing, and that concerned Israel himself.
When she awoke in the morning at the first sound of the voice of the mooddin, the evil dreams seemed to be with her still. She appeared to be moving along in them like one spell-bound by a great dread that she could not utter, as if she were living through a nightmare of the day. Then long hour followed long hour, but the inquietude of her mood did not abate.
And once more she laughed when the sun had gone down, and the mooddin had come out on the Grand Mosque in the Metamar, and he asked if she could see the old blind man in the minaret, where he was crying, "God is great! God is great!" "Can you see him, little one?" said Israel. "See him?" said Naomi; "why yes, you dear old father, of course I can see him.
Listen," she cried, ceasing her laughter, lifting one finger, and holding her head aslant, "listen: God is great! God is great! There I saw him then." "That is only hearing him, Naomi hearing him with your ears with this ear and with this. But can you see him, sweetheart?" Did her father mean to ask her if she could feel the mooddin in his minaret far above them?
Ruth fell back on her pillow now with a cry of Joy; the black woman stood and wept by the wall and Israel, unable to bear up his heart any longer was melted and unmanned. The sun had gone down, and the room was darkening rapidly, for the twilight in that land is short; the streets were quiet, and the mooddin of the neighbouring minaret was chanting in the silence, "God is great, God is great!"
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