T h e B l a c k S t o n e 48 The Merchant: I am a merchant from Isfahan. I came with my trade to Qatif. But when I heard about this man called al-Zikri who has taken the name ‘Abul-Fadl Zakariyya’, I decided to come to Hajar, to warn the people here against him. .. You may not know that he is the son of one of the Kings of Persia, from Isfahan. He had established there a headquarters for his deviant call. Muhammad Sanbar: If anyone in this town of Hajar were to hear you say this, you would be killed immediately. Merchant, refrain from this talk here and mind only your trade. In fact, it is better if you leave this town immediately. Hurry up and do not speak another word. Hurry up! Hurry up. After a short while, a good-looking, lightly bearded young man with a beaming face walks in. He is dressed in a yellow garment, a matching turban and ties a band round his waist. Muhammad Sanbar greets the young man very humbly. Muhammad Sanbar: Welcome, Abul-Fadl Zakariyya! Please, please, come and sit.
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