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MUSLIM CHILDREN’S LIBRARY
Miraculous Happenings in “The Year of the Elephant”
Author: Mehded Maryam Sinclair
Illustrator: Ramendranath Sarkar
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Sinclair, Mehded Maryam
Miraculous happenings in the year of the elephant
1. Legends, Islamic - Juvenile literature
I. Title II. Islamic Foundation (Great Britain)
297.1’8
ISBN-13: 9780860374916
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ON a steamy-hot day in the Yemen of old a hundred slaves
dressed in nothing but tattered rags wrapped around their
waists heaved and hauled, hammered and hewed tons of
marble and stone for their master, the vice-regent Abrahah.
They worked inside an enormous cloud of rising white dust,
dust that clung to their skins, piled up in the hollows of
their ears, ringed their eyes and settled in their
hair and their beards. They scurried here
and there, lugging marble slabs, grinding
them into shape for corners and stairs,
sanding them smooth. The ring of mallets
on chisels stabbed the air; now and then
one of them coughed or sneezed
the dust out of his nose.
The lean, mean
Abrahah came in
his swirling black
robes and towered
over them to inspect, like a black ant
wandering amid a pile of sugar cubes.
He came only long enough to gloat, and
then returned to his chamber of thick
carpets and clean air.
04
05
Back in the quiet of his chamber, he brushed a bit of the
chalky marble dust from his robe and pored over the
drawings of the new cathedral. He examined bits of ebony-
wood and ivory.
“Yes, these will do…use them for the pulpits and benches in
the main chamber.”
He closed a deal for the purchase of great marble slabs
salvaged from one of the palaces of the Queen of Sheba.
“In the whole wide world there’s not a single building as great
as this,” he boasted. “When the word gets out, pilgrims will
come here instead of to Makkah. Why make a pilgrimage to
that silly pile of stones they call the Ka‘ba?”
His bony hand closed around a goblet of wine and he drank
long and greedily. “And when they come, they’ll buy and sell,
and I will get even richer from all their trade! The Quraysh
of the Hollow will fly away like a leaf in the wind. Their city
will be deserted, the Ka‘ba will melt back into the sand and be
forgotten.”
Abrahah flung himself down on his brocade sofa and stuffed
a handful of black grapes into his mouth. “Bring me Unays,
the elephant trainer!”
06
07
The year was 570 C.E. and the year had a name. It was
“The Year of the Elephant.” It was later in that year
that the Prophet Muhammad would be born, may
Allah bless him and give him peace, to bring News
of the infinite,
of that which lasts forever,
of that from which we came,
of that which we will know when we die,
to bring this News into ears and into hearts,
to be carried there until the end of time.
08
Everything was ready for the coming of Islam. The
blessed lost waters of Zam Zam were gushing up again
out of the dry sands near the Ka‘ba. The Jews and the few