The wandering Sufi had been there for days on end. His requests for alms from the local merchants would have been a nuisance were it not for his supplications to Allah on behalf of his benefactors. He, like so many other wandering mendicants of the time, carried a petition which begged everyone to sign. this petition concerned some religious principle that was important to the individual Sufi and would eventually be sent to the Caliph for review and possible institution as a law in the book of Sharia. So, with this dirty and wrinkled sheet of paper, our mendicant made his daily rounds; collecting signatures, meditating and begging alms but never straying too far from his chosen street corner.
On the afternoon of 14 October 1092, a beautiful litter was carried down the street by four bearers who were surrounded by body guards. The retinue heralded his arrival well in advance so that the streets were thronged with people trying to catch a glimpse of the most important administrator in the Saljuq Empire; Nizam al Mulk. With a signature like Nizam's on his petition, surely, the Caliph would pay attention and therefore our dervish would be that much closer to heaven, so he pushed his way forward through the crowd. He was filthy and quite brusque, so parting the crowd wasn't difficult and finding himself on the front line of the crowd, he was the picture of patient piety: a bedraggled and emaciated servant of Allah, awaiting his chance to fulfil his religious duty.
The murder of Nizam al Mulk |