by Mary Jackson (December 2011)
It is a measure of Islam’s intrusiveness that, in the midst of some very English and very enjoyable pursuit, I am pulled up short by the thought of how un-Islamic it is. Where two or three are gathered in the name of pleasure or profit, the Prophet, Peace Be Upon Him, is not among them. Mohammed, PBUH, was present by his absence at the Royal Wedding; he, PBUH, has stood me up at the theatre and failed to direct my reading; and on my summer visit to Norfolk, he, PBUH, refused to come to the PBUH – sorry, pub. more>>>
Belated, I know, having just recently found this website, but I did enjoy your exegesis, especially since I spent some time in Norfolk many years ago and can well envisage your night out. I have to say that the book which details the life of Mohammed, PBUH, has little, if any literary merit.
I read, with pleasure, every word.
And I'm pleased to see that Francis James Child, celebrated collector of the Ballads of England and Scotland, to whom I am linked by an (ex) marriage, is given his proper due. And so, by a different link, and differently, is the word "vibrant." And that wonderful song.
I think I'll re-read it tomorrow.