She would then spread the prayer-mat, a beautiful soft Persian piece, its direction towards the East. She was now going towards the corner in the room where wrapped in green silk lay the Qur’an. She would then recall, crying like a child, that moment when the Voice repeatedly said to the Prophet in the cave of Hera: Read, Read in the Name of the Lord. And the Prophet had said in utter helplessness: I cannot read.

Part of a very touching story.

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