The Imam
Copyright© 2018 by Harvey Havel
Chapter 8
VASILLA MEETS WITH KHOZEM
17th of Safar 1436
(December 10, 2014)
In the home high in the Meccan hills Khozem received a call from Vasilla in the middle of the night.
“Your holiness, I’m so sorry to wake you,” said Vasilla.
“What is it? Why are you disturbing me?” replied Khozem drowsily.
“Your holiness, he knows. The whole mosque knows. Word is spreading.”
“What are you talking about, Vasilla? Can’t this wait until morning?”
“I thought I’d call you right away, your holiness.”
“Who knows? And who is ‘he?’”
“The Imam, your holiness.”
“What?!” yelled Khozem, more awake.
“The Imam, your holiness. He knows, everyone knows.”
“How the hell does he know?”
“His mother told him.”
“His mother? Well then how did the rest of the mosque find out?”
After a moment of silence, Vasilla told him about the outburst.
“Oh dear, Vasilla. Oh dear.”
“The whole mosque follows him. The amilsaab, especially. He let him speak to the entire mosque.”
“What did he say?”
“He used words like ‘Peace’ and ‘Absolute love,’ and how we should, well, love the Jew as much as we love ourselves.”
“Oh dear, Vasilla...”
“People are talking, your holiness. People will follow him...”
“But why will they follow him? He might be some crackpot. Why did people listen to him?”
“I ... I don’t know,” lied Vasilla, “but people believe in him. He gave an entire speech to a mosque already divided. At first half the mosque liked the amilsaab, and half did not, but now that the Imam has spoken, they are all following him.”
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