During his middle years, Muhammad often retreated to the peak of Jabal al-Nour near Mecca to fast and meditate. In 610 AD, while inside the Cave of Hira, he received his first revelation from God, delivered to him by the Archangel Gabriel. At first, most people were skeptical— including Muhammad himself—but when the revelations continued, he began to preach and eventually attracted a small band of followers that continued to grow until his death.
Despite his privileged upbringing, Muhammad never learned how to read or write; therefore it was incumbent on his companions to record his recitations, often on pieces of loose parchment or whatever materials they could find, including leafstalks of date palms and scapula bones.
Remarkably, during his lifetime, Muhammad’s revelations were never bound into a single book.
The modern form of the Qur’an is widely attributed to Uthman ibn Affan, the third caliph of Islam, who formed a committee to compile a standard version of the holy book, based on all the teachings they could find. Upon its completion sometime around 650 AD, Uthman sent a copy to every Muslim city and town and ordered all other versions of the Qur’an destroyed, his way of guaranteeing a unified message.
Unfortunately, despite the claims of some, many modern-day historians doubt that any of Uthman’s original copies have survived. Some feel the oldest existing Qur’an was written in the eighth century, nearly a hundred years after the Uthman version was distributed. Barely a blip on the radar screen in terms of human evolution, but a wide chasm in religious history. Obviously, many Islamic scholars have wondered what changes might have occurred during that century. Even the slightest alteration of syntax could have a profound effect on Muhammad’s original message, thereby affecting an entire religion.
One of those scholars was Shari Shasmeen, who had spent many years searching for one of Uthman’s Qur’ans, only to have her dream crushed at every turn. That is, until she received a phone call from Abdul-Khaliq, who implied that he might have found something better.
Something so astounding that it dwarfed what she had been looking for.
The guard made all of the arrangements on an encrypted cell phone. He spoke with his crew. He ordered equipment. He coordinated times and places. If this was going to work, there could be no mistakes. Nothing could be overlooked. Everything had to be perfect.
He glanced at his watch and noted the time.
Right on schedule.
Now all he had to figure out was what to do with that bitch archaeologist. She was going to be a problem—he could tell that already. The way she fought back when he tried to take her keys. The way she stared at him. Defiant. Unyielding. The exact opposite of what he expected from a Muslim woman. Weren’t they supposed to bend to the authority of men?
In a perfect World, he would slit her throat and dump her in the same place they took Nasir. That would make things much easier, giving him all the time he needed to accomplish his mission. But her death would bring too many questions. Questions he didn’t have time to answer. At least for now. In the near future that was bound to change, and the moment it did he would teach her a lesson about the power of man.
Until then, he would simply have to work around her.
22
Payne closed his eyes for just a moment. When he woke up, it was two hours later, and Kia was standing in front of him, quietly whispering his name. Her hair was done, her makeup perfect. A light floral scent filled the air. She wore a tight black sweater and even tighter jeans, which showed off her feminine figure, something Payne hadn’t noticed until that very instant. Stylish black boots and simple earrings finished her outfit.
“Wow,” he said, searching for adjectives. “You look great.”
She beamed at the compliment. “Thanks.” He stared at her for a few more seconds, temporarily at a loss for words, a combination of grogginess and unexpected thoughts. “How long was I out?”
“Not as long as D.J. He’s still sleeping in the other room.”
“That’s because he’s old and creaky. Not a world-class athlete like I am.” Payne held out his hands for Kia to grab. “Now do me a favor and help me up.”
She grunted as she pulled him to his feet, pretending it took all the strength she could muster. Despite her tall heels, she was still several inches shorter than he was. “Are you hungry?”
“I’m starving.”
“In that case, why don’t you get cleaned up and take me out to dinner?”
He laughed. “Wow, you’re being kind of forward, aren’t you?”
“Not really. You’re the one taking me to dinner. So you’re the one who’s out of line.”