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We all drank the toast, and all shook hands with Mr. Jack Maldon; after which he hastily took leave of the ladies who were there, and hurried to the door, where he was received, as he got into the chaise, with a tremendous broadside of cheers discharged by our boys, who had assembled on the lawn for the purpose. Running in among them to swell the ranks, I was very near the chaise when it rolled away; and I had a lively impression made upon me, in the midst of the noise and dust, of having seen Mr. Jack Maldon rattle past with an agitated face, and something cherry-coloured in his hand.After another broadside for the Doctor, and another for the Doctor's wife, the boys dispersed, and I went back into the house, where I found the guests all standing in a group about the Doctor, discussing how Mr. Jack Maldon had gone away, and how he had borne it, and how he had felt it, and all the rest of it. In the midst of these remarks, Mrs. Markleham cried: 'Where's Annie?'No Annie was there; and when they called to her, no Annie replied. But all pressing out of the room, in a crowd, to see what was the matter, we found her lying on the hall floor. There was great alarm at first, until it was found that she was in a swoon, and that the swoon was yielding to the usual means of recovery; when the Doctor, who had lifted her head upon his knee, put her curls aside with his hand, and said, looking around:'Poor Annie! She's so faithful and tender-hearted! It's the parting from her old playfellow and friend - her favourite cousin - that has done this. Ah! It's a pity! I am very sorry!'When she opened her eyes, and saw where she was, and that we were all standing about her, she arose with assistance: turning her head, as she did so, to lay it on the Doctor's shoulder - or to hide it, I don't know which. We went into the drawing-room, to leave her with the Doctor and her mother; but she said, it seemed, that she was better than she had been since morning, and that she would rather be brought among us; so they brought her in, looking very white and weak, I thought, and sat her on a sofa. Nevertheless, it was looked for again, and still not found. She entreated that there might be no more searching; but it was still sought for, in a desultory way, until she was quite well, and the company took their departure.We walked very slowly home, Mr. Wickfield, Agnes, and I - Agnes and I admiring the moonlight, and Mr. Wickfield scarcely raising his eyes from the ground. When we, at last, reached our own door, Agnes discovered that she had left her little reticule behind. Delighted to be of any service to her, I ran back to fetch it.I went into the supper-room where it had been left, which was deserted and dark. But a door of communication between that and the Doctor's study, where there was a light, being open, I passed on there, to say what I wanted, and to get a candle.The Doctor was sitting in his easy-chair by the fireside, and his young wife was on a stool at his feet. The Doctor, with a complacent smile, was reading aloud some manuscript explanation or statement of a theory out of that interminable Dictionary, and she was looking up at him. But with such a face as I never saw. It was so beautiful in its form, it was so ashy pale, it was so fixed in its abstraction, it was so full of a wild, sleep-walking, dreamy horror of I don't know what. The eyes were wide open, and her brown hair fell in two rich clusters on her shoulders, and on her white dress, disordered by the want of the lost ribbon. Distinctly as I recollect her look, I cannot say of what it was expressive, I cannot even say of what it is expressive to me now, rising again before my older judgement. Penitence, humiliation, shame, pride, love, and trustfulness - I see them all; and in them all, I see that horror of I don't know what.

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Some more company coming in, among whom were the two masters and Adams, the talk became general; and it naturally turned on Mr. Jack Maldon, and his voyage, and the country he was going to, and his various plans and prospects. He was to leave that night, after supper, in a post-chaise, for Gravesend; where the ship, in which he was to make the voyage, lay; and was to be gone - unless he came home on leave, or for his health - I don't know how many years. I recollect it was settled by general consent that India was quite a misrepresented country, and had nothing objectionable in it, but a tiger or two, and a little heat in the warm part of the day. For my own part, I looked on Mr. Jack Maldon as a modern Sindbad, and pictured him the bosom friend of all the Rajahs in the East, sitting under canopies, smoking curly golden pipes - a mile long, if they could be straightened out.Mrs. Strong was a very pretty singer: as I knew, who often heard her singing by herself. But, whether she was afraid of singing before people, or was out of voice that evening, it was certain that she couldn't sing at all. She tried a duet, once, with her cousin Maldon, but could not so much as begin; and afterwards, when she tried to sing by herself, although she began sweetly, her voice died away on a sudden, and left her quite distressed, with her head hanging down over the keys. The good Doctor said she was nervous, and, to relieve her, proposed a round game at cards; of which he knew as much as of the art of playing the trombone. But I remarked that the Old Soldier took him into custody directly, for her partner; and instructed him, as the first preliminary of initiation, to give her all the silver he had in his pocket.We had a merry game, not made the less merry by the Doctor's mistakes, of which he committed an innumerable quantity, in spite of the watchfulness of the butterflies, and to their great aggravation. Mrs. Strong had declined to play, on the ground of not feeling very well; and her cousin Maldon had excused himself because he had some packing to do. When he had done it, however, he returned, and they sat together, talking, on the sofa. From time to time she came and looked over the Doctor's hand, and told him what to play. She was very pale, as she bent over him, and I thought her finger trembled as she pointed out the cards; but the Doctor was quite happy in her attention, and took no notice of this, if it were so.At supper, we were hardly so gay. Everyone appeared to feel that a parting of that sort was an awkward thing, and that the nearer it approached, the more awkward it was. Mr. Jack Maldon tried to be very talkative, but was not at his ease, and made matters worse. And they were not improved, as it appeared to me, by the Old Soldier: who continually recalled passages of Mr. Jack Maldon's youth.The Doctor, however, who felt, I am sure, that he was making everybody happy, was well pleased, and had no suspicion but that we were all at the utmost height of enjoyment.'Annie, my dear,' said he, looking at his watch, and filling his glass, 'it is past your cousin jack's time, and we must not detain him, since time and tide - both concerned in this case - wait for no man. Mr. Jack Maldon, you have a long voyage, and a strange country, before you; but many men have had both, and many men will have both, to the end of time. The winds you are going to tempt, have wafted thousands upon thousands to fortune, and brought thousands upon thousands happily back.'

As you are in no hurry, then,' said Steerforth, 'come home with me to Highgate, and stay a day or two. You will be pleased with my mother - she is a little vain and prosy about me, but that you can forgive her - and she will be pleased with you.''I should like to be as sure of that, as you are kind enough to say you are,' I answered, smiling.'Oh!' said Steerforth, 'everyone who likes me, has a claim on her that is sure to be acknowledged.'Good!' said Steerforth. 'Come and prove it. We will go and see the lions for an hour or two - it's something to have a fresh fellow like you to show them to, Copperfield - and then we'll journey out to Highgate by the coach.'I could hardly believe but that I was in a dream, and that I should wake presently in number forty-four, to the solitary box in the coffee-room and the familiar waiter again. After I had written to my aunt and told her of my fortunate meeting with my admired old schoolfellow, and my acceptance of his invitation, we went out in a hackney-chariot, and saw a Panorama and some other sights, and took a walk through the Museum, where I could not help observing how much Steerforth knew, on an infinite variety of subjects, and of how little account he seemed to make his knowledge. Lunch succeeded to our sight-seeing, and the short winter day wore away so fast, that it was dusk when the stage-coach stopped with us at an old brick house at Highgate on the summit of the hill. An elderly lady, though not very far advanced in years, with a proud carriage and a handsome face, was in the doorway as we alighted; and greeting Steerforth as 'My dearest James,' folded him in her arms. To this lady he presented me as his mother, and she gave me a stately welcome.It was a genteel old-fashioned house, very quiet and orderly. From the windows of my room I saw all London lying in the distance like a great vapour, with here and there some lights twinkling through it. I had only time, in dressing, to glance at the solid furniture, the framed pieces of work (done, I supposed, by Steerforth's mother when she was a girl), and some pictures in crayons of ladies with powdered hair and bodices, coming and going on the walls, as the newly-kindled fire crackled and sputtered, when I was called to dinner.There was a second lady in the dining-room, of a slight short figure, dark, and not agreeable to look at, but with some appearance of good looks too, who attracted my attention: perhaps because I had not expected to see her; perhaps because I found myself sitting opposite to her; perhaps because of something really remarkable in her. She had black hair and eager black eyes, and was thin, and had a scar upon her lip. It was an old scar - I should rather call it seam, for it was not discoloured, and had healed years ago - which had once cut through her mouth, downward towards the chin, but was now barely visible across the table, except above and on her upper lip, the shape of which it had altered. I concluded in my own mind that she was about thirty years of age, and that she wished to be married. She was a little dilapidated - like a house - with having been so long to let; yet had, as I have said, an appearance of good looks. Her thinness seemed to be the effect of some wasting fire within her, which found a vent in her gaunt eyes.

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It would be better to be this poor Peggotty, or his lout of a nephew,' he said, getting up and leaning moodily against the chimney-piece, with his face towards the fire, 'than to be myself, twenty times richer and twenty times wiser, and be the torment to myself that I have been, in this Devil's bark of a boat, within the last half-hour!'I was so confounded by the alteration in him, that at first I could only observe him in silence, as he stood leaning his head upon his hand, and looking gloomily down at the fire. At length I begged him, with all the earnestness I felt, to tell me what had occurred to cross him so unusually, and to let me sympathize with him, if I could not hope to advise him. Before I had well concluded, he began to laugh - fretfully at first, but soon with returning gaiety.'Tut, it's nothing, Daisy! nothing!' he replied. 'I told you at the inn in London, I am heavy company for myself, sometimes. I have been a nightmare to myself, just now - must have had one, I think. At odd dull times, nursery tales come up into the memory, unrecognized for what they are. I believe I have been confounding myself with the bad boy who "didn't care", and became food for lions - a grander kind of going to the dogs, I suppose. What old women call the horrors, have been creeping over me from head to foot. I have been afraid of myself.''You are afraid of nothing else, I think,' said I.'Perhaps not, and yet may have enough to be afraid of too,' he answered. 'Well! So it goes by! I am not about to be hipped again, David; but I tell you, my good fellow, once more, that it would have been well for me (and for more than me) if I had had a steadfast and judicious father!' When the chambermaid tapped at my door at eight o'clock, and informed me that my shaving-water was outside, I felt severely the having no occasion for it, and blushed in my bed. The suspicion that she laughed too, when she said it, preyed upon my mind all the time I was dressing; and gave me, I was conscious, a sneaking and guilty air when I passed her on the staircase, as I was going down to breakfast. I was so sensitively aware, indeed, of being younger than I could have wished, that for some time I could not make up my mind to pass her at all, under the ignoble circumstances of the case; but, hearing her there with a broom, stood peeping out of window at King Charles on horseback, surrounded by a maze of hackney-coaches, and looking anything but regal in a drizzling rain and a dark-brown fog, until I was admonished by the waiter that the gentleman was waiting for me.It was not in the coffee-room that I found Steerforth expecting me, but in a snug private apartment, red-curtained and Turkey-carpeted, where the fire burnt bright, and a fine hot breakfast was set forth on a table covered with a clean cloth; and a cheerful miniature of the room, the fire, the breakfast, Steerforth, and all, was shining in the little round mirror over the sideboard. I was rather bashful at first, Steerforth being so self-possessed, and elegant, and superior to me in all respects (age included); but his easy patronage soon put that to rights, and made me quite at home. I could not enough admire the change he had wrought in the Golden Cross; or compare the dull forlorn state I had held yesterday, with this morning's comfort and this morning's entertainment. As to the waiter's familiarity, it was quenched as if it had never been. He attended on us, as I may say, in sackcloth and ashes.'Now, Copperfield,' said Steerforth, when we were alone, 'I should like to hear what you are doing, and where you are going, and all about you. I feel as if you were my property.' Glowing with pleasure to find that he had still this interest in me, I told him how my aunt had proposed the little expedition that I had before me, and whither it tended.

Jane Murdstone,' said her brother, 'have the goodness not to interrupt me. This unhappy boy, Miss Trotwood, has been the occasion of much domestic trouble and uneasiness; both during the lifetime of my late dear wife, and since. He has a sullen, rebellious spirit; a violent temper; and an untoward, intractable disposition. Both my sister and myself have endeavoured to correct his vices, but ineffectually. And I have felt - we both have felt, I may say; my sister being fully in my confidence - that it is right you should receive this grave and dispassionate assurance from our lips.'It can hardly be necessary for me to confirm anything stated by my brother,' said Miss Murdstone; 'but I beg to observe, that, of all the boys in the world, I believe this is the worst boy.'Strong!' said my aunt, shortly.But not at all too strong for the facts,' returned Miss Murdstone.Ha!' said my aunt. 'Well, sir?'I have my own opinions,' resumed Mr. Murdstone, whose face darkened more and more, the more he and my aunt observed each other, which they did very narrowly, 'as to the best mode of bringing him up; they are founded, in part, on my knowledge of him, and in part on my knowledge of my own means and resources. I am responsible for them to myself, I act upon them, and I say no more about them. It is enough that I place this boy under the eye of a friend of my own, in a respectable business; that it does not please him; that he runs away from it; makes himself a common vagabond about the country; and comes here, in rags, to appeal to you, Miss Trotwood. I wish to set before you, honourably, the exact consequences - so far as they are within my knowledge - of your abetting him in this appeal.''But about the respectable business first,' said my aunt. 'If he had been your own boy, you would have put him to it, just the same, I suppose?''If he had been my brother's own boy,' returned Miss Murdstone, striking in, 'his character, I trust, would have been altogether different.''Or if the poor child, his mother, had been alive, he would still have gone into the respectable business, would he?' said my aunt.'I believe,' said Mr. Murdstone, with an inclination of his head, 'that Clara would have disputed nothing which myself and my sister Jane Murdstone were agreed was for the best.'Miss Murdstone confirmed this with an audible murmur.

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Miss Murdstone, during the latter portion of the contest, had dismounted, and was now waiting with her brother at the bottom of the steps, until my aunt should be at leisure to receive them. My aunt, a little ruffled by the combat, marched past them into the house, with great dignity, and took no notice of their presence, until they were announced by Janet.'Shall I go away, aunt?' I asked, trembling.'No, sir,' said my aunt. 'Certainly not!' With which she pushed me into a corner near her, and fenced Me in with a chair, as if it were a prison or a bar of justice. This position I continued to occupy during the whole interview, and from it I now saw Mr. and Miss Murdstone enter the room.'Oh!' said my aunt, 'I was not aware at first to whom I had the pleasure of objecting. But I don't allow anybody to ride over that turf. I make no exceptions. I don't allow anybody to do it.''Your regulation is rather awkward to strangers,' said Miss Murdstone.Mr. Murdstone seemed afraid of a renewal of hostilities, and interposing began:'I beg your pardon,' observed my aunt with a keen look. 'You are the Mr. Murdstone who married the widow of my late nephew, David Copperfield, of Blunderstone Rookery! - Though why Rookery, I don't know!''I am,' said Mr. Murdstone.'You'll excuse my saying, sir,' returned my aunt, 'that I think it would have been a much better and happier thing if you had left that poor child alone.''I so far agree with what Miss Trotwood has remarked,' observed Miss Murdstone, bridling, 'that I consider our lamented Clara to have been, in all essential respects, a mere child.''It is a comfort to you and me, ma'am,' said my aunt, 'who are getting on in life, and are not likely to be made unhappy by our personal attractions, that nobody can say the same of us.''No doubt!' returned Miss Murdstone, though, I thought, not with a very ready or gracious assent. 'And it certainly might have been, as you say, a better and happier thing for my brother if he had never entered into such a marriage. I have always been of that opinion.''I have no doubt you have,' said my aunt. 'Janet,' ringing the bell, 'my compliments to Mr. Dick, and beg him to come down.'Until he came, my aunt sat perfectly upright and stiff, frowning at the wall. When he came, my aunt performed the ceremony of introduction.'Mr. Dick. An old and intimate friend. On whose judgement,' said my aunt, with emphasis, as an admonition to Mr. Dick, who was biting his forefinger and looking rather foolish, 'I rely.'Mr. Dick took his finger out of his mouth, on this hint, and stood among the group, with a grave and attentive expression of face.My aunt inclined her head to Mr. Murdstone, who went on:'Miss Trotwood: on the receipt of your letter, I considered it an act of greater justice to myself, and perhaps of more respect to you-''Thank you,' said my aunt, still eyeing him keenly. 'You needn't mind me.''To answer it in person, however inconvenient the journey,' pursued Mr. Murdstone, 'rather than by letter. This unhappy boy who has run away from his friends and his occupation -'

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For the next years, I was the nearest thing to a hermit in the Norfolk Prison Colony. I never have beenmore busy in my life. I still marvel at how swiftly my previous life's thinking pattern slid away fromme, like snow off a roof. It is as though someone else I knew of had lived by hustling and crime. Iwould be startled to catch myself thinking in a remote way of my earlier self as another person.The things I felt, I was pitifully unable to express in the one-page letter that went every day to Mr.Elijah Muhammad. And I wrote at least one more daily letter, replying to one of my brothers andsisters. Every letter I received from them added something to my knowledge of the teachings of Mr.Muhammad. I would sit for long periods and study his photographs.I've never been one for inaction. Everything I've ever felt strongly about, I've done something about. Iguess that's why, unable to do anything else, I soon began writing to people I had known in thehustling world, such as Sammy the Pimp, John Hughes, the gambling-house owner, the thiefJumpsteady, and several dope peddlers. I wrote them all about Allah and Islam and Mr. ElijahMuhammad. I had no idea where most of them lived. I addressed their letters in care of the Harlem orRoxbury bars and clubs where I'd known them.I never got a single reply. The average hustler and criminal was too uneducated to write a letter. Ihave known many slick, sharp-looking hustlers, who would have you think they had an interest inWall Street; privately, they would get someone else to read a letter if they received one. Besides,neither would I have replied to anyone writing me something as wild as "the white man is the devil." What certainly went on the Harlem and Roxbury wires was that Detroit Red was going crazy in stir, orelse he was trying some hype to shake up the warden's office.During the years that I stayed in the Norfolk Prison Colony, never did any official directly sayanything to me about those letters, although, of course, they all passed through the prison censorship.I'm sure, however, they monitored what I wrote to add to the files which every state and federalprison keeps on the conversion of Negro inmates by the teachings of Mr. Elijah Muhammad.But at that time, I felt that the real reason was that the white man knew that he was the devil.Later on, I even wrote to the Mayor of Boston, to the Governor of Massachusetts, and to Harry STruman. They never answered; they probably never even saw my letters. I hand-scratched to themhow the white man's society was responsible for the black man's condition in this wilderness of NorthAmerica.It was because of my letters that I happened to stumble upon starting to acquire some kind of ahomemade education.I became increasingly frustrated at not being able to express what I wanted to convey in letters that Iwrote, especially those to Mr. Elijah Muhammad. In the street, I had been the most articulate hustlerout there-I had commanded attention when I said something. But now, trying to write simple English,I not only wasn't articulate, I wasn't even functional. How would I sound writing in slang, the way Iwould say it, something such as, "Look, daddy, let me pull your coat about a cat, Elijah Muhammad-"Many who today hear me somewhere in person, or on television, or those who read something I'vesaid, will think I went to school far beyond the eighth grade. This impression is due entirely to myprison studies.

We parked near the Great Mosque. We performed our ablutions and entered. Pilgrims seemed to beon top of each other, there were so many, lying, sitting, sleeping, praying, walking.My vocabulary cannot describe the new mosque that was being built around the Ka'ba. I was thrilledto realize that it was only one of the tremendous rebuilding tasks under the direction of young Dr.Azzam, who had just been my host. The Great Mosque of Mecca, when it is finished, will surpass thearchitectural beauty of India's Taj Mahal.Carrying my sandals, I followed the _Mutawaf_. Then I saw the Ka'ba, a huge black stone house in themiddle of the Great Mosque. It was being circumambulated by thousands upon thousands of prayingpilgrims, both sexes, and every size, shape, color, and race in the world. I knew the prayer to beuttered when the pilgrim's eyes first perceive the Ka'ba. Translated, it is "O God, You are peace, andpeace derives from You. So greet us, O Lord, with peace." Upon entering the Mosque, the pilgrimshould try to kiss the Ka'ba if possible, but if the crowds prevent him getting that close, he touches it,and if the crowds prevent that, he raises his hand and cries out "Takbir!" ("God is great!") I could notget within yards. "Takbir!"My feeling there in the House of God was a numbness. My _Mutawaf_ led me in the crowd ofpraying, chanting pilgrims, moving seven times around the Ka'ba. Some were bent and wizened withage; it was a sight that stamped itself on the brain. I saw incapacitated pilgrims being carried byothers. Faces were enraptured in their faith. The seventh time around, I prayed two _Rak'a_,prostrating myself, my head on the floor. The first prostration, I prayed the Quran verse "Say He isGod, the one and only"; the second prostration: "Say O you who are unbelievers, I worship not thatwhich you worship. . . ."As I prostrated, the _Mutawaf_ fended pilgrims off to keep me from being trampled.The _Mutawaf_ and I next drank water from the well of Zem Zem. Then we ran between the two hills,Safa and Marwa, where Hajar wandered over the same earth searching for water for her child Ishmael.Three separate times, after that, I visited the Great Mosque and circumambulated the Ka'ba. The nextday we set out after sunrise toward Mount Arafat, thousands of us, crying in unison: "Labbayka!Labbayka!" and "Allah Akbar!" Mecca is surrounded by the crudest-looking mountains I have everseen; they seem to be made of the slag from a blast furnace. No vegetation is on them at all. Arrivingabout noon, we prayed and chanted from noon until sunset, and the _asr_ (afternoon) and _Maghrib_(sunset) special prayers were performed.

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I will never forget the dinner at the Azzam home. I quote my notebook again: "I couldn't say in mymind that these were 'white' men. Why, the men acted as if they were brothers of mine, the elder DrAzzam as if he were my father. His fatherly, scholarly speech. I _felt_ like he was my father. He was,you could tell, a highly skilled diplomat, with a broad range of mind. His knowledge was so worldly.He was as current on world affairs as some people are to what's going on in their living room."The more we talked, the more his vast reservoir of knowledge and its variety seemed unlimited. Hespoke of the racial lineage of the descendants of Muhammad the Prophet, and he showed how theywere both black and white. He also pointed out how color, the complexities of color, and the problemsof color which exist in the Muslim world, exist only where, and to the extent that, that area of theMuslim world has been influenced by the West. He said that if one encountered any differences basedon attitude toward color, this directly reflected the degree of Western influence." I learned during dinner that while I was at the hotel, the Hajj Committee Court had been notifiedabout my case, and that in the morning I should be there. And I was.The judge was Sheikh Muhammad Harkon. The Court was empty except for me and a sister fromIndia, formerly a Protestant, who had converted to Islam, and was, like me, trying to make the Hajj.She was brown-skinned, with a small face that was mostly covered. Judge Harkon was a kind,impressive man. We talked. He asked me some questions, having to do with my sincerity. I answeredhim as truly as I could. He not only recognized me as a true Muslim, but he gave me two books, one inEnglish, the other in Arabic. He recorded my name in the Holy Register of true Muslims, and we wereready to part. He told me, "I hope you will become a great preacher of Islam in America." I said that Ishared that hope, and I would try to fulfill it.The Azzam family were very elated that I was qualified and accepted to go to Mecca. I had lunch atthe Jedda Palace. Then I slept again for several hours, until the telephone awakened meIt was Muhammad Abdul Azziz Maged, the Deputy Chief of Protocol for Prince Faisal. "A special carwill be waiting to take you to Mecca, right after your dinner," he told me. He advised me to eatheartily, as the Hajj rituals require plenty of strength.I was beyond astonishment by then.Two young Arabs accompanied me to Mecca. A well-lighted, modem turnpike highway made the tripeasy. Guards at intervals along the way took one look at the car, and the driver made a sign, and wewere passed through, never even having to slow down. I was, all at once, thrilled, important, humble,and thankful.Mecca, when we entered, seemed as ancient as time itself. Our car slowed through the winding streets,lined by shops on both sides and with buses, cars, and trucks, and tens of thousands of pilgrims fromall over the earth were everywhere.The car halted briefly at a place where a _Mutawaf_ was waiting for me. He wore the white skullcapand long nightshirt garb that I had seen at the airport. He was a short, dark-skinned Arab, namedMuhammad. He spoke no English whatever.

We parked near the Great Mosque. We performed our ablutions and entered. Pilgrims seemed to beon top of each other, there were so many, lying, sitting, sleeping, praying, walking.My vocabulary cannot describe the new mosque that was being built around the Ka'ba. I was thrilledto realize that it was only one of the tremendous rebuilding tasks under the direction of young Dr.Azzam, who had just been my host. The Great Mosque of Mecca, when it is finished, will surpass thearchitectural beauty of India's Taj Mahal.Carrying my sandals, I followed the _Mutawaf_. Then I saw the Ka'ba, a huge black stone house in themiddle of the Great Mosque. It was being circumambulated by thousands upon thousands of prayingpilgrims, both sexes, and every size, shape, color, and race in the world. I knew the prayer to beuttered when the pilgrim's eyes first perceive the Ka'ba. Translated, it is "O God, You are peace, andpeace derives from You. So greet us, O Lord, with peace." Upon entering the Mosque, the pilgrimshould try to kiss the Ka'ba if possible, but if the crowds prevent him getting that close, he touches it,and if the crowds prevent that, he raises his hand and cries out "Takbir!" ("God is great!") I could notget within yards. "Takbir!"My feeling there in the House of God was a numbness. My _Mutawaf_ led me in the crowd ofpraying, chanting pilgrims, moving seven times around the Ka'ba. Some were bent and wizened withage; it was a sight that stamped itself on the brain. I saw incapacitated pilgrims being carried byothers. Faces were enraptured in their faith. The seventh time around, I prayed two _Rak'a_,prostrating myself, my head on the floor. The first prostration, I prayed the Quran verse "Say He isGod, the one and only"; the second prostration: "Say O you who are unbelievers, I worship not thatwhich you worship. . . ."As I prostrated, the _Mutawaf_ fended pilgrims off to keep me from being trampled.The _Mutawaf_ and I next drank water from the well of Zem Zem. Then we ran between the two hills,Safa and Marwa, where Hajar wandered over the same earth searching for water for her child Ishmael.Three separate times, after that, I visited the Great Mosque and circumambulated the Ka'ba. The nextday we set out after sunrise toward Mount Arafat, thousands of us, crying in unison: "Labbayka!Labbayka!" and "Allah Akbar!" Mecca is surrounded by the crudest-looking mountains I have everseen; they seem to be made of the slag from a blast furnace. No vegetation is on them at all. Arrivingabout noon, we prayed and chanted from noon until sunset, and the _asr_ (afternoon) and _Maghrib_(sunset) special prayers were performed.

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I will never forget the dinner at the Azzam home. I quote my notebook again: "I couldn't say in mymind that these were 'white' men. Why, the men acted as if they were brothers of mine, the elder DrAzzam as if he were my father. His fatherly, scholarly speech. I _felt_ like he was my father. He was,you could tell, a highly skilled diplomat, with a broad range of mind. His knowledge was so worldly.He was as current on world affairs as some people are to what's going on in their living room."The more we talked, the more his vast reservoir of knowledge and its variety seemed unlimited. Hespoke of the racial lineage of the descendants of Muhammad the Prophet, and he showed how theywere both black and white. He also pointed out how color, the complexities of color, and the problemsof color which exist in the Muslim world, exist only where, and to the extent that, that area of theMuslim world has been influenced by the West. He said that if one encountered any differences basedon attitude toward color, this directly reflected the degree of Western influence." I learned during dinner that while I was at the hotel, the Hajj Committee Court had been notifiedabout my case, and that in the morning I should be there. And I was.The judge was Sheikh Muhammad Harkon. The Court was empty except for me and a sister fromIndia, formerly a Protestant, who had converted to Islam, and was, like me, trying to make the Hajj.She was brown-skinned, with a small face that was mostly covered. Judge Harkon was a kind,impressive man. We talked. He asked me some questions, having to do with my sincerity. I answeredhim as truly as I could. He not only recognized me as a true Muslim, but he gave me two books, one inEnglish, the other in Arabic. He recorded my name in the Holy Register of true Muslims, and we wereready to part. He told me, "I hope you will become a great preacher of Islam in America." I said that Ishared that hope, and I would try to fulfill it.The Azzam family were very elated that I was qualified and accepted to go to Mecca. I had lunch atthe Jedda Palace. Then I slept again for several hours, until the telephone awakened meIt was Muhammad Abdul Azziz Maged, the Deputy Chief of Protocol for Prince Faisal. "A special carwill be waiting to take you to Mecca, right after your dinner," he told me. He advised me to eatheartily, as the Hajj rituals require plenty of strength.I was beyond astonishment by then.Two young Arabs accompanied me to Mecca. A well-lighted, modem turnpike highway made the tripeasy. Guards at intervals along the way took one look at the car, and the driver made a sign, and wewere passed through, never even having to slow down. I was, all at once, thrilled, important, humble,and thankful.Mecca, when we entered, seemed as ancient as time itself. Our car slowed through the winding streets,lined by shops on both sides and with buses, cars, and trucks, and tens of thousands of pilgrims fromall over the earth were everywhere.The car halted briefly at a place where a _Mutawaf_ was waiting for me. He wore the white skullcapand long nightshirt garb that I had seen at the airport. He was a short, dark-skinned Arab, namedMuhammad. He spoke no English whatever.