“ José Medina was king in this region. The party arrived in the afternoon of the twenty-sixth day of the month, all of the colour of saffron from the dust-clouds the car had raised, and Hillyard so stiff and bruised with the intolerable jolting over ruts baked to iron, that he could hardly climb down on to the ground. He slept that night amidst such a music of birds as he had never believed possible one country could produce. Through the night of the twenty-sixth he and José Medina watched; their lanterns ready to their hands. ”
Medina
Definition and stakes
Medina, the second holiest city in Islam, is a historic and religious center in western Saudi Arabia, famed for the Prophet Muhammad’s tomb and the Masjid an-Nabawi. Authors like A. E. W. Mason portray it as a backdrop for rugged adventure, while Anna May Wilson brings to life its vibrant, bustling streets and rich cultural atmosphere.
William Robertson Smith emphasizes its agricultural origins and diverse population. These differing depictions highlight Medina’s dual identity as a spiritual heartland and a meeting point of human activity, illustrating both its sacred importance and its lasting place in historical and literary memory.
Quotes about “Medina”
Anna May Wilson, The Days of Mohammed
“ In the immediate foreground lay El Medina itself, with its narrow streets, its busy bazars, its fair-skinned people, and its low, yellow, flat-roofed houses, each with its well and court-yard, nestling cozily among the feathery-fronded date-trees.From the Eastern Road, a caravan from the Nejd was descending slowly into the town, and so clear was the atmosphere that Amzi could distinguish the huge, white dromedaries, and catch an occasional glint of a green shugduf, or the gorgeous litter of a grandee, trapped in scarlet and gold. ”
A. E. W. Mason,
The Summons — XVII: On a Cape of Spain
(1920)
“ If our luck holds—and why should it not?—no one need ever know that the Señor Marteen and his friend José Medina picnicked for three days upon that cape.""But the lighthouse-keepers! What of them?" objected Hillyard. In him, too, hope and excitement were leaping high. But this objection he offered up on the altars of the gods who chastise men for the insolence of triumph."What of them?" José Medina repeated gaily. "They, too, are my friends this many a year." He seated himself at the wheel of the car. "Come, for we cannot drive fast amongst these hills in the dark." ”
