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The story of Bodu Takurufan part 15
As told by the famous Buraara Mohamed Fulhu
and written by Al-hajj Ibrahim Ibn Ismail Feeboa



Now hear Hassan Takurufan's story:

Each night when people went to sleep and footsteps subsided and he heard the sound of his father sleeping, Hassan couldn't go to sleep before taking some food to his brother. Each morning he awoke, and before he even washing his face at the well, Hassan had to check if Mohamed was sleeping safely on the bench in the middle of the island.

On Sunday night, Mohamed went searching for food again but the same thing happened as before. Seven days and nights went past, and chief Hussein thought, My son doesn't have the energy to get on a boat. He hasn't thought of getting under someone's roof. He can't even pick a ripe nut from a coconut palm!

Hussein was still worrying as he walked to the mosque that evening, so he stopped at the Utheem toddy man's house. He went in but the toddy man was away doing his evening rounds and tending his palms. Hussein spoke to the toddy man's wife. 'My good woman, would you look after my Mohamed and feed and counsel him properly?' He told her all about Mohamed's problems and went off to the mosque.

That night when the Utheem toddy man returned from his palms, his wife served dinner and they both lay down to sleep. After the 9 p.m. prayer the chief went home, had dinner with Hassan and went to sleep. As the sound of footsteps subsided, the toddy man's wife got up and spoke to her husband. 'Do you know what's been happening on this island lately?'
'No, what's going on?'
'Mohamed Takurufan has been expelled from his house.'
Yes, I knew that. It's been going on for a while hasn't it?'
'Go and bring Mohamed here to stay with us,' she ordered her husband and pushed him outside.

The toddy man headed towards the bench in the middle of the island, dawdling as he moved along. Back at the house, his wife prepared something for Mohamed to eat and placed it on the small bench, then she walked impatiently back and forth, holding the kettle and wash basin.

'Mohamed Takurufan... Mohamed are you there?' called out the toddy man.
'Is that you, toddy man?'
'Yes, friend.'
'What brings you at this late hour?'
'I have come to ask you to stay at our house.'
'Didn't you hear the 'Yoi' from my father?'
'No, I didn't hear any 'Yoi'! I don't care if the chief finds out that I have given you food and banishes me from this island tomorrow. Come to my house, it's all right.'
'I can't come to your house unless you force me,' said Mohamed.

The toddy man grabbed Mohamed by his hand and led him to his house. Bey's wife served him with water.
'Didn't you hear my father's 'Yoi', madam?' asked Mohamed.
'Yes, I heard it. We don't care if the chief sends us out of the island tomorrow for feeding you. We brought you here, so eat something.'
Mohamed accepted what she was offering him and ate it. After the young man washed his hands, the toddy man accompanied him back to the middle of the island and then returned home to bed. From then on, the toddy brought Mohamed to his house when everyone was asleep, fed him and took him back to the island bench.

Mohamed Takurufan lived like that; eating only once each night, spending his time sitting around and laying down on the bench shelter in the middle of the island and hearing all the things that island people talked about. Mohamed heard how Shirazi Fandiyaru Kaleygefan's Ceylon odi was leaving the next morning at sunrise. That night he went to the toddy man's house as usual, and after taking water and uttering 'bismillah' he started eating.
'Can you do something for me tonight?' Mohamed asked.
'Certainly,' replied the toddy man.
'Would you launch that raft at the beach and place on it my older aunt's chair, the one she sits in to do her embroidery. And find an oar with two tongues.'

The toddy man went off and did these things and returned. Then the two men headed to Mohamed's elder sister's house and picked up the writing case and luggage. The toddy man carried it all as they walked to the beach. The load was placed on a seat on a raft and Mohamed climbed onto the planks and using the oar, he paddled out of Utheem harbour. The toddy man returned to his house and went to sleep, while Mohamed rowed the raft to the ship anchored in Nolhivaranfaru harbour. He went close to it and taking hold of the ship's rudder, he called out, 'Captain! Captain!'
'Who is it?' cried out the captain.
Mohamed gave his name.
'What are you doing here at this time of night,' said the captain as he came running across the deck.
'Well, when I mentioned to my father that I would like to go overseas, father said that Shirazi Fandiyaru Kaleygefan's ship was about to leave for Ceylon, and that I should go. So I've come to ask if I can travel with you.'
'Come aboard,' agreed the captain.

Mohamed loaded his things aboard ship and pushed the raft away hoping that, by the will and command of the Almighty, it would float back to the beach of Utheem to be reclaimed by its rightful owner.

Mohamed then advised the captain that an immeditate departure would be better than waiting until morning. 'So let's hurry!'
The captain thought about it and liked the idea. After all, when the right time comes, there is no reason to stay on the ship any longer than necessary. He woke up his crewmen, dragging them upright, and the ship left in the middle of the night.
'Crew, we cannot leave Maldives without stopping at Hodaafushi island,' said the captain.
'But you leave Maldives every year without stopping at Hodaafushi!' protested Mohamed.
'Of course, we don't usually stop there... You're coming to Ceylon too, so I thought your father would have a lot of fish and cowrie shells for our ship. That's why we should stop there now.'
'I'm aboard this ship, but father doesn't have any shells or fish for the ship. I kept talking about wanting to go overseas so he told me that you were leaving for Ceylon and I should go. Father said there was enough in my luggage to defeat even a Ceylonese Takuru. I've brought everything, so there is no need to go to Hodaafushi.'
The captain accepted the threatening logic of Mohamed's argument and in the middle of the night he navigated his ship between the two Nolhivaram islands and sailed away until the Maldives disappeared and he set course for Ceylon.

Hassan Takurufan woke up early in the morning and noticed his older brother wasn't in the island's public shelter. , Maybe Mohamed was so hungry he couldn't stay there any longer, Hassan thought wildly, and maybe he went into the forest and tried to climb a coconut tree and lost his grip and fell! Hassan began to cry loudly and rushed to the forest and looked around the area near a shelter and under all the coconut palms. He couldn't find his brother, so he went down to the beach to look for Mohamed's footprints in the sand. There were none. Hassan felt very sad and came home crying noisily.
'What are you bawling about today?' demanded his father.
'It was annoying for you, father, that my brother was alive,' groaned Hassan as he continued to cry. 'The starvation must have driven him into the forest and he probably tried to climb a palm and fell. He's probably lying dead on the ground somewhere right now!'
'Hassan, do you think you brother is sillier than you? As it happens, Mohamed may not be on the island at all. Hirazi Fandiyaru Kaleygefan's Ceylon ship left last night and a raft washed up on the Utheem beach as well. So until that ship returns, we aren't going to hear any news of your brother.'
Haasan felt much happier. He accepted what his father said and waited on the island for further news.

When the boat reached Celon and moored in the harbour the captain asked Mohamed if he would like to go ashore.
'I've never been here before,' said Mohamed. 'There's no one I know here, and no friends. I'm not leaving the boat. You go, captain.'
The captain and the crew disembarked.

On the second night, Mohamed Takurufan remembered the wise words of the elders. They say if you arrive somewhere, you shouldn't leave without paying a visit. Tomorrow morning at the second hour of daylight, I'll step onto the jetty of this Ceylon place.

Mohamed was up early for dawn prayer. Taking the writing case and luggage, he stepped into the ship's dinghy about to be rowed to the jetty. The second hour of the day began as Mohamed stepped onto Ceylon. At that very moment a fair-skinned Ceylonese Moslem man was walking on the land section of the jetty. He saw Mohamed and thought he was a very handsome young man. I'll find out more about him, he thought and went up to Mohamed with his hand out in greeting. They shook hands.
'Which country are you from?' asked the Ceylonese.
Mohamed replied that he was from Maldives.
'Which atoll, and which island?'
Mohamed said he was from Utheeem island in Thiladhunmathi atoll.
'Well, Dhivehi man, shall we go up to the town?'

He took Mohamed's hand, gave his writing case and luggage to a young boy to carry, and they walked together to the Ceylonese man's house. He arranged a soft bed for Mohamed and the young Maldivian stayed there, laying on the bed and eating three different meals a day.

The captain sold the ship's goods for money and then sold the money for more goods and prepared to leave. The captain realised he hadn't seen Mohamed since he had left the ship. I can't leave without him! the captain thought. He searched among the houses and on the eighth day he stopped in front of the Ceylonese man's house and saw Mohamed lying there on a soft bed. He told Mohamed the ship was ready to leave. 'Aren't you coming home?'
'I don't think I want to return right now,' said Mohamed.
'Don't say that! You must come back to Maldives! If I returned without you, the chief would punish me severely. You must come to Maldives.'
'Father won't mind,' scoffed Mohamed. 'You can go back without me.'

The first time he goes overseas, Mohamed meets someone who is more kind to him than his father! thought the captain. I have been sailing Shirazi Fandiyaru Kaleygefan's ships for so long that this is the second boat of his I've almost worn out. But I never met a good friend in all that time.

The captain sailed out of the harbour and as the land mass disappeared below the horizon, he set course for the Maldives.


Now listen!

Hassan Takurufan accepted his father's advice and waited patiently for news of his brother. As soon as the wind began blowing from the east, he would get up early in the morning at dawn prayer time and after visiting the mosque he went to the sandspit and stayed there walking up and down until sunset and darkness fell across the water. Then Hassan would return home, eat dinner and go to sleep. Each day was the same. And why did he do this? Because Hassan could think of nothing but waiting for news from his brother.

The days went by, and it was that time of the morning when his shadow were five paces long that Hassan saw the Ceylon ship coming in between the Nolhivaram islands. Elated, he went around the island gathering crew to prepare a fishing boat for the short trip to hear the news about his brother. Hassan sent them off to the trading vessel. They approached it from windward, calling out and the captain answered that Mohamed had indeed travelled to Ceylon but he hadn't returned with them. The crew told Hassan about this when they arrived back at Utheem.

Hassan was so upset that he went home and cried loudly saying, 'My brother caused so much difficulty for my father just by being alive. Mohamed has gone overseas so he wouldn't have to live at home. Now he is hiding in the jungle there. A jungle animal may eat him and I won't even see a bit of his bones again.'
Hearing his words, the chief tried to calm him. 'Do you really think your brother is less mature than you? Your older brother won't come back until he's finished studying in Beypore.'
Hassan felt happier when he heard this and calmed down.

Now listen!

Mohamed Takurufan stayed in the house of the Ceylonese moslem man, lying on the soft bed and eating three different kinds of food three times a day. After a year, Mohamed asked if vessels from Maldives had come that year, or whether they'd come and gone? His friend said he had no idea, but they could find out at the port next day. The two men ate their dinner and went to sleep.

Next morning they both rose early and had breakfast before heading to the jetty with Mohamed's writing case and luggage. There they saw a ship with its sails raised and about to leave. Mohamed's friend called out to the ship. The captain replied that he was about to leave but they needed one more sailor. The Ceylonese man said that there was a Maldivian man available right here. Would they consider taking him aboard?
'It doesn't matter if he's Maldivian,' said the captain. 'Send him over. At least we can go then.'

The captain sent the ship's dinghy and Mohamed farewelled his friend. He boarded the dinghy with his writing case and luggage. When the boat arrived at the ship, it was taken aboard with everything in it. Now Mohamed was on deck, they had enough for a crew and the captain gave the order to leave.

Men started lifting the anchor chain and Mohamed cast a spell so it wouldn't move. The crew couldn't shift the chain through the ratchet, no matter how hard they tried. Seeing the chain stuck, the captain came straight to Mohamed. 'Young Dhivehi man, people say Maldivians know how to cast spells releasing an anchor. Would you please do one now so we can get this thing raised!'

Mohamed went to the chain and held it, giving praise and salutations to the Almighty and calling upon the wisdom of the learned elders, and he unravelled the spell he had cast. The captain watched as Mohamed pulled up the seven hundredweight anchor as if it was a floating buoy. He immediately alloted his new crewman the salary of a holyman and arranged for Mohamed to have the captain's cabin. Two of the crew became his servants and the ship sailed off.

As they cruised along, the captain asked Mohamed where he was from in Maldives and the young man told him. The vessel sailed without a navigator, using only a coastal captain. The crew were land people and sailed where they could see the shore. They never sailed right out to sea. When the land began to disappear they'd sail back to the coast. After travelling like this for many days and nights, they reached Beypore and anchored there.

The captain asked Mohamed if he wanted to go to ashore. Mohamed said he didn't know the place and had no friends or acquaintances there. He told the captain to go ashore without him. After the captain left, Mohamed remembered the good advice he had heard from the elders - one should go ashore wherever one landed. Tomorrow morning at the first hour of the sunrise, I must go down into the port of Beypore.

Early next morning after dawn prayer, he ate breakfast and took his writing material and luggage and climbed into the ship's dinghy. Mohamed rowed the boat and landed at the port of Beypore in the first hour of sunrise. He looked around and saw an old man with a mottled beard walking towards him. There's a very handsome young man, thought the stranger, better find out more about him. He held out his hand to Mohamed in greeting and they shook hands. The old man with the mottled beard asked Mohamed what country he was from and Mohamed told him he was a Maldivian from Utheem island in Thiladhunmathi atoll.
'Why are you travelling so far from home?'
'My father told me there was very learned man in Beypore - a good friend of his. And I should go there and learn what I could from him. So I'm here to study.'
'Well Maldivian,' said the old man with the mottled beard, 'that learned man people talk about is me! But I have never seen or heard of your father... anyway, let's go inland.'
The teacher gave Mohamed's writing material case and rucksack to a native man and then he took Mohamed's hand andled him to his large house.

There the teacher told Baburu, his negro slave, to serve some food. Immediately a meal was prepared and drinking water served. Taking the water, Mohamed and the teacher sat together on the bench and shared the same plate. Mohamed stayed on, and when an auspicious day arrived the master began to teach him.

After some time, Baburu complained to his master that Mohamed wasn't being very friendly to him.
'Negro, what has the Dhivehi lord done to you that is so unkind? What has he said?'
'Well, he never comes to my house.'
'You can only say that, if you take him to your house one day and he refuses to visit again the next,' said the teacher.

Two days after this conversation, the servant was serving food to the two men. They finished and he went into the kitchen to eat. When Baburu emerged, he said to Mohamed, 'Let's go out and get some fresh air.'
He took Mohamed to his house and they went inside. Mohamed sat on the small bench and Baburu sat on the big bench and called out to his wife.
'I have brought a friend from Maldives here today. Organise some tasty betel leaf as quickly as you can.'
'It's the wrong time for that sort of snack,' protested his wife. 'How can I serve that?'
She came from the kitchen with coffee and sweet spiced areca nut. As Baburu's wife lifted the middoor curtain and stepped into the main part of the house, her eyes met those of Mohamed Takurufan. I married my husband when I first wore a dress, and from that time I have never flirted with another man, she thought. But if this Dhivehi lord keeps coming to the house, I won't be able to resist him!
The two men ate, smoked, and chewed areca nuts and betel leaves as they talked.

Mohamed continued to study at the teacher's house, but after a while he realised his relationship with Baburu's wife would mean a fight with the negro. Next day Mohamed spoke to his teacher.
'Learned master, Baburu doesn't like me much.'
'Why, what has he done or said to upset you?'
'Well, I've come from a very distant place to study and learn to fight and hurl, haven't I? But Baburu hasn't even bothered to come to the combat arena and wrestle with me! That's shows how little he likes me!'
The teacher called out to his servant. 'Baburu, is the Dhivehi lord speaking the truth?'
When Baburu thought about it he had to agree.

So one day, when he finished serving the two men, and ate his own meal afterwards in the kitchen, Baburu approached Mohamed and suggested they go out for some fresh air. They walked to an open piece of ground outside the town.
'Let's have a wrestle before we go back, OK?' suggested Baburu, as he rolled his sarong up into a string and walked onto the ground. 'Come on Dhivehi lord.'
Mohamed rolled his sarong into a string as well and moved towards Baburu.

The negro grabbed him by the chest and Mohamed used the same hold. The way they were locked together made it difficult for Mohamed to gauge his strength against the servant's.

'Put some force into your grip, Baburu,' he urged.
'But I'm trying not to hurt you.'
'Sir, if it begins to hurt, I'll let you know and you can loosen your grasp. Come on, try harder.'

Baburu tightened his hold a bit but he was frightened of hurting his Maldivian friend. So Mohamed had to urge him on again, but Baburu only applied a small increase in pressure. I'm not going to discover his strength this way, thought Mohamed, and he decided to make his opponent angry.
'Baburu, people say you are very strong. You are a Nubian! But today I am finding you as weak as a piece of thatch.'
Baburu became so angry that his hair stood on end. Strength surged into his hands and he shook with rage as he clutched at Mohamed. Sensing his opponent was unbalanced, Mohamed pushed Baburu away and suddenly pulled him back. He lifted the negro into the air and threw him backwards. Kneeling swiftly, Mohamed grabbed Baburu's leg, stood up and tossed the servant across the ground. Baburu went flying, then rolled like a stone and landed on his back. Mohamed now knew that if they had a real fight, Baburu would not win.

Mohamed continued to stay with the teacher. He had no other friends so the only place he could visit was Baburu's house. If Baburu was working, then that was the day Mohamed would visit Baburu's. Mohamed even gave Baburu things to do around the teacher's house so he could visit his wife and not worry about Baburu returning home too early.

This was going on for a while, until one day someone ran up to Baburu and said, 'I saw your wife telling jokes and laughing with the Dhivehi lord.'
'Really, is that true!' exclaimed Baburu and he went off to his master and told him what had happened.
'Baburu,' advised the teacher, 'don't believe what a single person claims to have seen. Only believe when two people with four eyes say they've seen it.'

Baburu accepted what his master said and carried on busily working at the house while Mohamed visited his wife. Then two people approached Baburu and told him they had seen his wife and Mohamed having fun together. When he mentioned this to his master the teacher told Baburu not to worry about it. 'You shouldn't believe them. Only trust what three people and six eyes say they have observed.'
Once again Baburu was willing to accept the advice he was given.

Later the teacher received betel as an invitation to the Big Beypore maulood. 'Baburu, go and start the maulood and return,' ordered his master.
Baburu obeyed but the people there accused him of being willing cuckold and they wouldn't eat from the same plate as him. They fed the negro on a piece of leaf they found attached to a curtain. Baburu ate and started the maulood and then returned to his master.
'Don't send me to the maulood again. They said I was a cuckold and made me eat from a piece of leaf!'

Baburu continued his work while Mohamed continued his visiting. After a while, betel arrived for the teacher as an invitation to the Little Beypore maulood. Baburu went to start the ceremony and when he arrived the people accused him of being a cuckold and wouldn't eat from the same plate as him. They made him eat off a piece of leaf.

Baburu started the ceremony and when he returned to his master he said, 'I asked you before not to send me to the maulood. Today they also called me a cuckold and made me eat from a leaf.'

However the situation was allowed to continue as before until one day Baburu was on his way home when three people who ran up and said they had seen his wife and Mohamed together. The negro returned to his master and told him.
'That's three people and six eyes, Baburu. From now on when you serve meals, give us separate plates,' instructed the teacher.

At the next meal, when water was handed around, Mohamed took it and saying 'bismillah' and started to eat before realising his teacher was not joining him.
'Learned master, what's going on?'
'I have a medical condition,' the teacher lied, 'that prevents me taking any salt or meat. I'm having just plain unsalted rice. For you there is rice cooked with coconut milk and salt. Please eat.'
Mohamed said he also prefered plain unsalted rice and began to eat from the same plate as his teacher.

Instantly, the teacher ordered Baburu to bring him the cane on the shelf. The servant thought that his master was going to flog Mohamed for committing adultery, so he gladly fetched the cane. The teacher took it and told the negro to go outside. He went out too, and raising his right hand high in the air he hit Baburu three times on the side of his body. Mohamed knew the teacher had just punished Baburu for his own adultery.

Mohamed stopped visiting Baburu's house and instead studied the Koran. When he finished that he studied maulood knowledge, and nahuf. He learnt the skills of war strategy and target shooting with guns.

Mohamed completed his studies and one night after they finished dinner, he told his teacher that he was missing Maldives. 'Is there any way I could go there?'
'I don't know,' said the teacher. 'You came all this way to find me and study. When you go, I may never see you again.'
'To be truthful, I didn't specifically come here to study with you. I happened to land here after travelling around because I couldn't live happily on my island. When I arrived in Beypore I met you and I learnt what you taught me.'
'Dhivehi lord, who drove you from the island of your birth?'
Mohamed thought for a moment and decided he shouldn't hide anything from the man who had taught him so much.
'I married a woman from Baarah, and my father refused to feed me and drove me out of the house. I left because of that. And then I came here and became your pupil.'
'Who did you marry in Baarah, Mohamed?'
'Rehendhi Goyye, the daughter of Baarah Boashi Valu Bulhaa Fathma.'
'Is that the real name of that woman?'
Mohamed admitted it wasn't and told his teacher her real name.
'What's your father's name?'
'Utheem Hussein Kateeb Takurufan.'
And your grandfather?'
'Utheem Kalhu Ali Kateeb Takurufan.'
'Do you have any brothers and sisters?'
'Two siblings on my father's side, and younger brother on my mother's.'
'What are the names of your paternal siblings?'
'My older sister is called Fatma Fan, and my older brother is Ali Takurufan.'
'And the younger brother?'
'His name is Hassan Takurufan.'
'Who is the mother of the older ones?'
'A Maarandhoo woman.'
'And who is the mother of you and your other brother?'
'She is from Lhavandhoo.'

The conversation stopped there and the two men went to sleep. Next morning after dawn prayer and breakfast, they got someone to carry the writing case and luggage to the port. There was a ship with its sails unfurled and ready to leave. The teacher called out to the ship and the captain came to the railing and shouted that he was short of a sailor and that's why they were waiting. The treacher said he had a young Maldivian man he might be interested in.
'Yeah,' said the captain, ' a Maldivian got off at this port two years ago... Bring him over.'

A dinghy came from the ship and Mohamed said goodbye to his master and climbed in. It rowed back to the ship and the whole thing and the people aboard were lifted into the vessel. Mohamed realised it was the same ship that had brought him to Beypore, and the same captain too! Most of the crew was the same, though there were a few new people.

Mohamed was given the same privileges as before, and after many days and nights sailing they reached Ceylon and dropped anchor there. The ship was secured and the dinghy lowered over the side. The captain and Mohamed with his writing case and other luggage, rowed to the jetty. His old friend, the Ceylonese moslem man, was there and he took Mohamed by the hand and took him to his house.

So Mohamed was sleeping once again on his friend's soft bed, eating three different meals every day. After a while, Mohamed asked if any vessels from the Maldives had arrived that year.
'No idea, but tomorrow we'll go down to the port and check.'
They ate their dinner and went to sleep. Next morning they both got up early and went down to the port and discovered that Shirazi Fandiyaru Kaleygefan's trading ship was lifting its anchor and preparing to leave.
'Hey captain, why leave today when tomorrow is so close. I want to go back to Maldives with you this time,' shouted Mohamed.
The captain and his crew dropped the anchor back in the water and lowered a dinghy from ship. The captain rowed to the jetty. 'If you're coming with us in the ship, Mohamed, then tomorrow or even the next day is fine by us. We'll be ready,' promised the captain.
The two men went to Mohamed's Ceylonese friend's house and stayed there on the soft beds and eating three different kinds of meals every day.

The Ceylonese man spoke with the other young men that frequented his home. 'Your friend the Dhivehi lord is about to return home. Each of you should organise a present for him. Something you can afford.'

That night Mohamed lay down as usual to sleep and when he woke in the morning he saw two heaps on each side of the house that he hadn't noticed before. He checked the piles. One heap contained jackfruit, sour oranges, sweet oranges, ranbutans, mangosteens, these sort of things. The other was made up of cardamon, cloves, bazabaazu, black chebulic plant, Balearic myrobalan plant, nuts, star goose berries, thabivah, nutmeg, these sort of things.

They were the going-away presents for Mohamed Takurufan from the young men. The two Maldivians had breakfast and taking the writing case and the luggage they headed off to the port. No one carried the presents for Mohamed, so he took only a sample of each gift from the piles. He boarded the ship and sailed away.

As Ceylon disappeared beneath the horizon, the course was set for Maldives and checked every day when the sun was highest in the noon sky. The captain took his measurements with the sextant and went into the navigation cabin. Mohamed also used the sextant and took his own readings. He'd go into the kitchen and use a piece of charcoal to write his measurements on the wall and keep a travel log. They got closer to Maldives and Mohamed asked the captain, 'If the ship keeps the course set now, which reef channel will we use to enter Maldives?'
'If we hold our present course, we'll sight Maldives tomorrow morning in the daylight and enter the atoll at noon between the two Nolhivaran.'
Mohamed turned to the crewmen and said, 'In that case, young men, we should stay awake tonight and keep watch for the islands.'
'There's no need for that,' protested the captain. 'We won't see Maldives tonight. It won't be visible until after daylight. And we won't go through the channel between the two Nolhivaran until midday.'
'If we keep sailing as we are now, in the early morning darkness, we'll be able to see the lights of Maldives and we should be able to enter between Kelaa and Dhapparu ,' insisted Mohamed.
'That can't be!' cried the captain. 'I sailed Shirazi Fandiyaru's other ship between Maldives and Ceylon until it wore out! This boat is almost at the end of its sailing life too. And in all that time I have never been wrong when it comes to navigation. I'm saying there is no need to stay awake tonight looking for Maldives.'

The men waited as sunset came and the darkness went on into the early morning. Mohamed asked a crewman to climb to the yardarm and check for islands. The crewman spotted land and called out the alert.
'Which islands do you think they are?' shouted Mohamed.
'Kelaa and Dhapparu... they're close by, too.'

That night they sailed into the atoll between Kelaa and Dhapparu. 'Can we stop near Hodaafushi and drop me at my island before you go on?' Mohamed asked the captain.
The ship's commander faced the crewmen and made an announcement: 'Young men, as long as Mohamed Takurufan is standing between the two gunwales of this ship, then he is the captain. Stop the vessel wherever he commands.'

They cruised smoothly to Hodaafushi and the sails were lowered as they reached the island. The dinghy dropped into the lagoon and Mohamed Takurufan didn't take anything except his writing case and luggage as he climbed down into the boat. He left all his presents from the Ceylonese man's house for the crew as a gift. They rowed him towards his island with all their strength, and the dinghy grounded hard on the sands of Utheem. Mohamed jumped off leaving the crew to return to their ship and sail away.








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