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          “These people are intellectuals, men of letters,” the Prophet said
          when he heard this. “They are cast in the mould of prophets. How
          wonderful are their words.” (Kanzul Ummal, Vol. I, p. 69)
             Dhamad, a practising exorcist belonging to the tribe of Banu
          Azdashanawa, once came to Makkah. People there told him about
          the Prophet. “He is possessed by an evil spirit,” they said. Dhamad
          went to see the Prophet, thinking that he might be able to cure
          him. But when he heard the Prophet’s words, his attitude changed.
          “I have heard soothsayers and conjurors,” he said. “I have seen
          the works of poets. But I have never come across anything of this
          nature. Give me your hand,” he said to the Prophet. “Let me swear
          allegiance to you.” As was his custom, the Prophet did not give a
          long talk on this occasion. Actually this was all he said:
             “Praise be to God. We praise Him and seek help from Him.
          One whom God guides, no one can send astray, and one whom
          God sends astray, no one can guide. I bear witness that there is
          none worthy of being served save God. He has no equal.” (Muslim)
             In these few words Dhamad found a wealth of meaning. “Say
          that again,” he requested the Prophet. “Your words are as deep as
          the ocean.” (Al-Bidayah wan-Nihayah, Vol. III, p. 36)
             For an Arab there was no question of any discrepancy between
          words and deeds. He himself was true to his word, and he expected
          others to be the same. As soon as he comprehended the truth of
          a matter, he accepted it. According to the Prophet’s biographer,
          Ibn Ishaq, the Banu Sa’ad tribe sent Dhaman ibn  Tha’alaba
          to the Prophet on their behalf. He arrived in Madinah, set his
          camel down near the gate of the mosque and tied it up. Then he
          went inside. The Prophet was sitting there with his companions.
          Dhamam was a brave and intelligent man. He stood in front of
          the  gathering  and asked:  “Who  among you is  the  son of Abdul
          Muttalib?” “I am,” the Prophet replied. “Muhammad,” Dhamam
          said, “I am going to ask you a few questions, and am going to be
          quite severe in my questioning. I hope you won’t mind.” “Not at
          all,” the Prophet replied. “You can ask what you like.” “Will you
          swear to me by the name of your God and the God of those before
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