Put him
into a chest, then cast it down into the river. The Holy Quran -- 20:39.
In the
later part of the night, when darkness was being replaced by the white rays of
the morning sun, the stars were dim and the Capital of the Pharaohs was silent.
The city which was spread over several miles, its palatial buildings, broad
roads with high trees grown on both sides were as if asleep and dreaming. Sleep
had put the rulers and the ruled in the same state of unconsciousness. The
breeze which had been playing with the waves of the Nile, had also gone to some
unknown place to rest. In this Capital of the Pharaohs if there was life in
anything it was in the waves of the river Nile. At this time of solitude a
woman was standing on its bank and looking into the river. Hope and dismay
played in her eyes.
She had a
box under her arm, which she was pressing to her bosom. Sometimes her eyes
would rest on the waves which were fiercely running and carrying so many things
away with them, and then on the blue sky lighted up with countless stars. But
there were fish in the river which gave proof of the fact that God can keep
things alive under water also.
The
darkness of night was disappearing and the dawn approaching. It was a wonderful
scene. Life was coming into the whole world.
She once
again lowered her eyes and looked at the box and then towards the sky, with
trembling hands she cast the box down - her only hope - into the lap of the
Nile. It was carried away by a wave and within a few minutes it was lost to
sight. She cried and sighed. She stood there looking at the waves for a long
time, and then with a heavy heart she moved away.
The box
was carried away by the waves towards the Imperial palace of the Pharaoh.
The queen
with her attendants was seated on a beautiful chair, the steps of which
descended from the Imperial buildings into the Nile.
She was
playing with the waves and enjoying the dawn and early songs of nature. The
waves would kiss her feet and fall back. Lo! The queen beheld a box floating on
the water. She ordered her attendants to fetch it. In a few minutes the box was
lying before the queen. Everybody present was curious to see what it contained.
A servant broke open the lid, and to her utter surprise a newly born child
wrapped in cotton lay there, smiling. The baby was very beautiful. His face was
innocence incarnate. The sun rose from the East as if to give good news of this
new born baby.
The
queen's heart welled up with motherly love. She took it in her lap and kissed
it. The servants and maids present congratulated the queen on finding the
child.
The queen
was childless. This baby now made her a happy mother. Her joy knew no bounds.
After all she did get a child. Thus filled with joy and motherly pride she took
up the child and brought it before the king. She wanted him to share her joys
of finding the baby, which was brought to her by the waves.
The
Pharaoh scowled when he saw the baby, and said, "He is an Israelite!
According to the law of the state he must be killed".
The
innocent child was smiling in the queen's lap. She kissed his forehead and
said, "Who on earth - a stone-hearted - dare kill this innocent child? I
have adopted him as my son, and he will be a source of happiness in our
lives".
The
Pharaoh - the mightiest Emperor of the world - had everything in this world,
but a child. His heart was also moved. The greatest of the Pharaohs have
sometimes to bow before the law of nature. The queen won and the child was
spared. A festival was ordered and the whole palace was soon rejoicing. Now a
nurse was needed to nourish the child and servants were sent in all directions.
It so
happened that when they went out, they met the sister of that very child who
said to them, "Shall I direct you to someone who will take charge of
him?" They replied in the affirmative and followed her.
This new
found child was in the palace guarded by Nature; but at that very moment
hundreds of Israelite babies were being killed. A son, which is considered to
be a blessing by us was a source of misery and curse to an Israelite of that
age and wherever a child was born it was murdered there and then.
The
Pharaoh had divided his subjects into two classes. One were his favorites - the
"Copts" - and the other were 'Israelites', who were being persecuted.
The latter were kept as slaves and their females were ill-treated. In order to
stop their increase in population, the new generation was being killed. The
torture to which these unfortunate men were put would cringe one's heart with
fear.
Amongst
those miserable Israelites who were mourning for the loss of their children,
there was a family whose case was quite different. The wife of Amran, an
Israelite, was sitting in her home and was thinking of her future. Her heart
was aching; although her son was not murdered yet she herself had thrown him
into the Nile. Why? A voice from above had enjoined her to do so.
"Put him into a chest, then
cast it down into the river. The river shall throw him on the shore" The
Holy Quran, 20:39.
She had
obeyed the Voice. She was thinking about the miseries and woes of the mothers,
who had lost their sons.
She was
lost in such thoughts when the door of her house was flung open. Her daughter
came in, surrounded by maids of the queen, one of which was carrying a child.
The wife of Amran was dumbfounded to see her own new-born. She was beside
herself with joy. She was about to rush to her baby, but she was afraid lest
her secret should be discovered and the child killed.
One of
the maids addressed her, "O! You wife of Amran, this is the son of our
Gracious Queen. We want a nurse for him. This girl (pointing to her daughter)
guided us here. Try if it takes to your breast?" Her face flushed with
joy. She took the child and put it to her breast. The hungry child was soon
sucking her mother's breast and then went to sleep in her lap.
The queen
was very pleased to find such a good nurse who cared for her adopted son. She
named the baby according to her own choice. But the nurse and her daughter
called him Moses. This child later became the Prophet of Allah. How he was
saved is really a miracle.
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