05-08-2014, 11:59 PM
Why did this foreigner intrigue him so? Perhaps it was how out of place he appeared. He had to be affiliated with the CCD presence here. He showed no signs of being a believer, so why else would a foreigner come to Mecca if not to defile it? And he did not seem frightened. This was unusual for someone who had witnessed a miracle first hand. Hasan did not disapprove. Truth be told, he disliked it when people came to believe because of the miracles they had seen. God was not some performer out to amaze and entertain. Seeing was not believing; rather, believing was seeing. But it was another oddity.
"They are not my miracles,"
he replied, simple and patient but firm. "Give thanks and praise to God alone."
The man was almost like a child, blaspheming in almost innocent ignorance. Either that or he was digging his heels in refusal to accept and submit to the truth. He had already been corrected once. Of course, that was before his injury had been healed. Hasan would give the man the benefit of doubt -- for now.
"If Allah wills it, perhaps you were sent to deliver me the golden calf of the CCD and end the coming war tonight."
That was unlikely, though all things were possible. If God made things so easy all the time, humans would never have the chance to grow strong in faith and character. Their souls would forever lie dormant and shrunken, like withered plants kept away from the sun.
Why had the man been delivered to Hasan? "Otherwise, there is very little that I can ask you to do if I do not know who you are or what you are doing here. Why have you come to Mecca? And why are you not afraid?"
"They are not my miracles,"
he replied, simple and patient but firm. "Give thanks and praise to God alone."
The man was almost like a child, blaspheming in almost innocent ignorance. Either that or he was digging his heels in refusal to accept and submit to the truth. He had already been corrected once. Of course, that was before his injury had been healed. Hasan would give the man the benefit of doubt -- for now.
"If Allah wills it, perhaps you were sent to deliver me the golden calf of the CCD and end the coming war tonight."
That was unlikely, though all things were possible. If God made things so easy all the time, humans would never have the chance to grow strong in faith and character. Their souls would forever lie dormant and shrunken, like withered plants kept away from the sun.
Why had the man been delivered to Hasan? "Otherwise, there is very little that I can ask you to do if I do not know who you are or what you are doing here. Why have you come to Mecca? And why are you not afraid?"