french-morocco

Stenham had always taken it for granted that the dichotomy of belief and behavior was the cornerstone of the Moslem world. It was too deep to be called hypocrisy; it was merely custom. They said one thing and they did something else. They affirmed their adherence to Islam in formulated phrases, but they behaved as though they believed, and actually did believe, something quite different. Still, the unchanging profession of faith was there, and to him it was this eternal contradiction which made them Moslems. But Amar__ relationship to his religion was far more robust: he believed it possible to practice literally what the Koran enjoined him to profess. He kept the precepts constantly in his hand, and applied them on every occasion, at every moment. The fact that such a person as Amar could be produced by this society rather upset Stenham__ calculations. For Stenham, the exception invalidated the rule instead of proving it: if there were one Amar, there could be others. Then the Moroccans were not the known quantity he had thought they were, inexorably conditioned by the pressure of their own rigid society; his entire construction was false in consequence, because it was too simple and did not make allowances for individual variations.

Yes, but perhaps he did have something to do with it._ (In such arguments Stenham often found himself unexpectedly extolling the bourgeois virtues.) __f he was good himself, and worked hard____ever!_ cried Amar, his eyes blazing. __ou__e a Nazarene, a Christian. That__ why you talk that way. If you were a Moslem and said such things, you__ be killed or struck blind here, this minute. Christians have good hearts, but they don__ know anything. They think they can change what has been written. They__e afraid to die because they don__ understand what death is for. And if you__e afraid to die, then you don__ know what life is for. How can you live?

Decadence, decadence, he said to himself. They__e lost everything and gained nothing. The French had merely daubed on the finishing touches at the end of a process which had begun five hundred years ago, at least. Their intuitive moral desires coincided with the ideals embodied in the formulas of their religion, yet they could live in accordance neither with those deepest impulses nor with the precepts of the religion, because society came in between with all the pressure of its tradition. No one could afford to be honest or generous or merciful because every one of them distrusted all the others; often they had more confidence in a Christian they were meeting for the first time than in a Moslem they had known for years.

You know what politique is? It is the French word for a lie. Kdoub! Politique! When you hear the French say: our politique, you know they mean: our lies. And when you hear the Moslems, the Friends of Independence, say: our politique, you know they mean: our lies. All lies are sins. And so, which displeases Allah more, a lie told by a Nazarene, who doesn__ know the true faith from the false, or a lie told by a Moslem, who does?

Looking at him she felt she knew what the people of antiquity had been like. Thirty centuries or more were effaced, and there he was, the alert and predatory sub-human, further from what she believed man should be like than the naked savage, because the savage was tractable, while this creature, wearing the armor of his own rigid barbaric culture, consciously defied progress. And that was what Stenham saw, too; to him the boy was a perfect symbol of human backwardness, and excited his praise precisely because he was __ure_: there was no room in his personality for anything that mankind had not already fully developed long ago. To him he was a consolation, a living proof that today__ triumph was not yet total; he personified Stenham__ infantile hope that time might still be halted and man sent back to his origins.

You have to hate them, you mean? You can__ decide: I will or I won__ hate them?__mar did not completely understand. __ut I hate them now,_ he explained. __he day Allah wants me to stop hating them, He__l change my heart.__he man was smiling, as if to himself. __f the world__ really like that, it__ very easy to be in it,_ he said.__t will never be easy to be in the world,_ Amar said firmly. __r tabi mabrhach. God doesn__ want it easy.

Every little thing makes a difference, whether you decide it yourself or whether it__ pure accident. So many people have had the whole course of their lives changed by something perfectly simple like, let__ say, crossing the street at one point instead of another.___es, yes, yes, I know,_ Stenham said with exaggerated weariness. __s far as I__ concerned that__ just as boring, and a lot more false, by the way. The point I__ trying to make is that he loves his world of Koranic law because it__ his, and at the same time he hates it because his intuition tells him it__ at the end of its rope. He can__ expect anything more from it. And our world, he hates that too, just on general principles, and yet it__ his only hope, the only way out__f there is one for him personally, which I doubt.