Haneen after a while. Ahmed Ismaâil and Taher Rawwasi joined them, while Abdul Hafeez, Saâeed the merchant, and Wad Rayyis stayed with Seif ad-Din.
After a time, his head still bowed, Zein repeated what Mahjoub had said: âIf you hadnât come, reverend Sheikh, Iâd have killed him. The he-donkeyâwhen he struck me on the head with an axe did he think Iâd let him get away with it.â There was no anger in his voice, the tone being more like that of his natural gaiety; though the others remained silent, they too were infected by this feeling of lightheartedness.
âBut you were in the wrong,â said Haneen.
Zein remained silent. âWhen did Seif ad-Din strike you on the head with an axe?â continued Haneen.
âAt the time of his sisterâs wedding,â replied Zein laughing, his face full of mirth.
âWhat did you do to his sister on her wedding day?â
âHis sister had her eye on me. Why did they want to marry her off to that good-for-nothing fellow?â
Ahmed Ismaâil could not help laughing.
âAll the girls are after you, blessed one of God,â Haneen said in a more gentle and tender voice. âTomorrow youâll be marrying the best girl in the village.â
Mahjoub felt a slight palpitation of his heart; having an innate awe of religious people, specially ascetics like Haneen, he used to remove himself from their path and have nothing to do with them. Yet he took warning of their predictions, feeling, despite his lack of outward concern, that they had mysterious powers. âThe predictions of such ascetics are not made fruitlessly,â he would say to himself. It was perhaps this that made him say in a loud voice tinged with contempt: âWho would marry this imbecile? On top of everything he was going to commit a crime.â
Haneen gave Mahjoub a stern look, and though Mahjoub trembled inwardly, he did not show his fear. âZeinâs no imbecile,â said Haneen. âZeinâs a blessed person. Tomorrow heâll be marrying the best girl in the village.â
Suddenly Zein gave an insolent, childish laugh and said: âI wanted to kill him, the he-donkey of a manâsplitting me open with an axe just because his sister had her eye on me.â
âNow we want you to make it up,â said Haneen firmly. âLet it end thereâitâs over and done with. He hit you and now youâve hit him.â He called Seif ad-Din, whose tall form approached, surrounded by Saâeed, Abdul Hafeez and Hamad Wad Rayyis. âGet up and kiss him on the head,â Haneen said to Zein, and without protest Zein got up, took hold of Seif ad-Dinâs head and kissed him. Then he bent over Haneenâs head and covered it with kisses, saying, âOur Sheikh Haneen. Our father, blessed of God.â It was a stirring moment that silenced them all.
Seif ad-Dinâs eyes were wet with tears. âI have wronged you,â he said to Zein. âForgive me.â He got up and kissed Zeinâs head, then seized Haneenâs hand and kissed it. All the men came along: Mahjoub, Abdul Hafeez, Hamad Wad Rayyis, Taher Rawwasi, Ahmed Ismaâil, and Saâeed the merchant. Each silently took hold of Haneenâs hand and kissed it.
âGod bless you. God bring down His blessings upon you,â said Haneen in his soft, unassuming voice, and he rose and took up his pitcher.
âYou must dine with us tonight,â Mahjoub quickly invited him.
Haneen, though, gently refused. Clasping Zeinâs shoulder with the other hand, he said, âDinnerâs to be in the house of the blessed one,â and the two of them made off into the darkness. For an instant a shaft of light from the lamp hanging in Saâeedâs shop flickered above their heads, then slipped off them as a white silk gown slips from a manâs shoulder. Mahjoub looked at Abdul Hafeez, Saâeed looked at Seif ad-Din, and