‘I will send you my forgiveness— she comes here from the East. Every day, look for her!’ I have done so, and now she has arrived!”
Suddenly, Schamah withdrew from his caresses. With both arms, she pushed him away, looking him straight in the eyes as she said this to him: “It’s not true; it’s not so! I like you, but you are not my Daddy. One more time, you must go back into the Tomb in order to be fully brought back to life.”
He repeated her request: “Yet one more time back inside the Grave? Yes, I clearly understand. There is still something inside of me that must die. Until then and for the time being, I am your daddy’s brother. Oh dear, dear child of my heart—from now on, you have my love, just as if I were your father.” She smiled when she answered: “If you wish, then I’ll do so. Now, carry me to my Mother!”
“First, please tell me something else.”
“What?”
“Do you know the date when your daddy died?
“Oh yes, Mother and I certainly remember that day. I can never forget that date, because she recalls it so often. He died on the fifteenth day of the Month of Adar, one day after the Jewish Holiday of Purim.”
Mustafa leaped to his feet. His face took on an indescribable expression: “Did you hear what she just said? The 15th day of Adar! That’s the same day of my dream. He told me that he had died and that he would send me his Schamah, his forgiveness. Allah, Allah! How wonderful all of this has turned out. I honor you. I treasure you. I adore you.”
“To Mommy, to Mommy!” pleaded the child. What she saw and heard were all too much for her to understand just now.
He gathered Schamah into his arms and lifted her up: “Yes, I’ll take you to your mother. Where will we find her?”