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The story of Bodu Takurufan part 23
As told by the famous Buraara Mohamed Fulhu
and written by Al-hajj Ibrahim Ibn Ismail Feeboa

Now listen!

News reached Male' that Viyazoaru had left to bring the heads of the Utheem brothers to Male'. When he disappeared, Tufashana the son of the treasurer asked for the tax collecting position in Thiladhunmathi atoll. He was given the position, and lived in Baarah where he married Siti Mava Rani Kilegefan. The night he distributed wedding rice to the people of the island was the same night the Utheem brothers arrived at Baarah from the direction of the three Indian coral trees in the Jumping Baitfish.

As they got closer to the island, Mohamed told Dhandehelu to remove the boom and stack it, and prepare drop the two big stone anchors. Dhandehelu dismantled the boom and then went to the front of the vessel and readied the two large anchors. He sat on the boom brace to loosen the sail and checked the depth of the water. A dark shadow moved under the boat.

Mohamed saw the shadow and asked Dhandehelu what it was.
'I don't have eight legs!' came the reply as he lowered the two big stone anchors in the water. They stuck fast on two large submerged rocks in the reef edge and the ship straightened into the wind. A wave hit the Jumping Baitfish, followed by two more and Dhandehelu called out, 'Ali Haji, are the holds ok?'
'Not bad.'
After securing the anchors, Dhandehelu went down below deck and discovered four of the ship's six holds were flooded.
'Hey Ali, there should't be a bad hold on this boat, it was only built recently. If someone asks you to check the hold, they are asking whether the water level has risen or not. Come out of the hold and see if the waves are coming as individual waves or all at once. If they are all breaking at once, even I couldn't bail the water out. But if the waves are breaking individually, I'd bail it dry in between the waves.' Dhandehelu took a pot large enough to cook twenty kilograms of rice and went down into the hold and bailed it dry between waves.

Mohamed told Hassan to go and fetch his sister-in-law and take Ali Haji with him.
'Mohamed, if I go on my own, I'll have one problem. If I take Ali, that's two problems.'
'Take Ali with you,' Mohamed insisted.

Hassan left with Ali. As they left the vessel a set of waves washed both men onto shore. They went down to the island harbour and boarded the boats there. The two men mixed up the masts and sails among the large and small vessels. When everything was a jumbled mess, they went up into the island and Hassan went into the backyard of the chief's house. He decided to test the skills of Ali Haji. Noticing a bunch of almost ripe bananas, he quickly cut it down and threw it over the fence where Ali was waiting.
'Here comes my sister-in-law, Ali!'
Goodness! thought Ali. If I catch this sister-in-law I'll break my bones! He moved out of the way and the bunch hit the ground. Ali started to tidy the mess up. Hassan realised that Ali would do the same thing with his sister-in-law if he threw her over the fence. He snuck into the chief's house and waited behind the curtain in an area between the wall and the back swing.

In another room, Tufashana lay on his swing bed with his head resting on the lap of Siti Mava Rani Kilegefan. They were talking and Tufashana asked his wife to give him betel and areca nut.
She called out to her servant girl, Aihaa, to bring the snack.
The girl was still half-asleep when she came in through the north door and mumbled, 'Where is the betel and areca box?'
'How annoying! The girl doesn't seem to be able to do anything if I'm sitting down! It's where it always is! In between the two sausage pillows behind the back swing.'

When he heard this, Hassan grabbed the box and emptied it into the fold of his sarong. Then he put the top and bottom of the box under each of his feet and stood there. The girl came in and put her hand into one corner of the swing and then the other, but the betel box wasn't there. 'I can't find it,' she cried out.
'Hardly surprising,' said Siti in the other room, 'this girl can't do anything without me. I'll be back with the snack in a minute.'
She gently lifted Tufashana's head from her lap and moved a soft pillow under it. Then she walked to the back swing and reached forward for the box. His hand covered by the curtain, Hassan grabbed her arm. Siti realised immediately that it must be her old husband or his brother.
I'd better not say anything about this, she thought and she lifted the curtain with her left hand and saw it was Hassan.
'Mohamed has told me to come and take you away.'
'I'll come after putting a piece of Thiladhunmathi kohl in Tufashana's eyes.'
She returned to the other room and said the girl was right - there was nothing prepared, 'I have to make some. Be back in a moment.'

In the kitchen, Siti rattled the lid of a betel leaf pot and the areca nut slicer, and then together with Hassan she went out through the back door. As they were leaving, Hassan decided he couldn't sneak out like a common thief. He looked around and saw Aihaa sleeping again on a bench. He put his feet under it and kicked the platform and the girl up into the air. She fell down with the bench on top of her and cried out, 'The Utheem brothers are taking Siti away!'

When she raised the alarm, all the island people made a lot of noise and lamps and firesticks were lit. The people ran down to the harbour beach and climbed aboard the baots and prepared to sail. The masts were placed on their blocks and the forestays were threaded through their hooks and three or four people took each one and pulled down with all their might. But the masts wouldn't sit properly and fell down hitting and killing five people. On the boats where they did manage to erect the masts, they couldn't attach the rudders. If the boat was a thirty-five footer, there was only a twenty-five footer's sail! A twenty-five foot boat would have the oars for a thirty-five footer. The people who raced aboard the boats were lost in mayhem and tangles. The people who stayed ashore shouted and remonstrated in confusion.

Hassan told Ali Haji to follow him as he took his sister-in-law to the Jumping Baitfish. There were high waves that night but Hassan carried her out to the ship without letting a single drop of salt water touch her body. He gripped the rail and called out to his brother, 'Mohamed, you feeling chilly tonight? Here's a pan of hot coals for you. Take it under the awning.'
Siti was lifted aboard.
'Mohamed,' continued Hassan, 'didn't I tell you that if I took Ali Haji he would just be an extra burden. Now I can't find him.'
'Bring him back here,' said Mohamed.

Hassan went back to shore and called out Ali's name. There was no answer, so he walked on a bit further and called out again. A set of waves washed ashore and then Ali answered from beneath an iron wood bush. Hassan went up to the bush and pulled Ali onto his feet. He was holding the stem of a bunch of bananas but there wasn't a single banana on it.
'What's the use of an empty stem? Get rid of it.'
Ali threw the stem away. Hassan noticed the hand that held the stem remained completely dry. They went together to the ship but when Hassan took hold of the ship's rail, Ali was nowhere to be seen.
'Now there is an extra problem,' sighed Hassan. 'Where is that man!'
'You'll have to go and find him again,' said Mohamed.

Hassan returned to the shore and called out Ali's name. He went further inland and then heard a reply from underneath a small beach heliotrope tree. Hassan ripped out the bush, and there was Ali Haji. 'Ali, you held on to the stem, even though all the bananas were gone. So hold on to this mooring rope the same way.'
Hassan tied a circle of rope around his waist and gave the other end to Ali who held on, as Hassan took him out to the ship.

Hassan thought the high waves that night would make it difficult to tow a man, and he decided swimming underwater would be easier. Ali didn't want to die so he hung on tight and Hassan dragged and pushed him aboard before climbing into the boat himself. They sailed off and when daylight came and Maldives had disappeared behind them, they set course for Minicoy. The people in Baarah who had attempted to launch their boats were sorting out their rigging all day and only finished at sunset.

The brothers went straight to Minicoy and lived safely there. After a reasonably long time, Hassan spoke with Mohamed.
'We three brothers are safe enough here, but what about the two or three moslems living in Maldives?'
Mohamed told his younger brother to organise the Jumping Baitfish and it was loaded with food, drinking water and firewood. Leaving their elder brother to look after Siti, Mohamed and Hassan, the two Haji brothers and Dhadahelu left in the ship.

After they'd been sailing for a while, Hassan pointed out to Mohamed that they were well outside Maldives. 'Is this because you haven't been overseas for a while?' Hassan asked. 'If you were intending to do this, you should have left me in Minicoy to look after my sister-in-law.'
'Hassan,' said Mohamed, 'I'm not trying to sail overseas just because I haven't done it for a while. Don't you realise that people take different routes in different seasons?'
'I know that,' Hassan replied. 'But you aren't heading for Maldives.'

At dawn on the second day they saw a ship in front of them.
'We should check that vessel,' said Mohamed and they approached it from the windward side.
'Where has this ship come from, and where is it going?' called out Mohamed.
'We come from Calicut with shields for Andhiri-Andhirin,' came the reply.
'Dhandehelu, we should find out if these shields are useful,' commented Mohamed as they went closer, arming themselves with swords and shields. They boarded the ship and the battle began. All the people on board the vessel from Calicut were killed, no one was left alive.

When Hassan searched the cargo he found gold and shields. Hassan went out near the bulwark and called out to Dhandehelu, telling him about the gold. 'We must take some of this gold on our boat. Lighten our load,' Hassan ordered.
Dhandehelu emptied seven urns of drinking water into the sea and arranged the new boxes in the ship as Hassan handed them to him. Mohamed walked around their vessel and noticed it was as low in the water as it could safely go. 'Hey, Hassan, the ship is low in the water. It's full.'
'Dhandehelu,' said Hassan, 'take this box to the front of the boat.'
Dhandehelu did as he was told and then Hassan handed him another box of the same size and said to put it at the back of the boat. Dhandehelu was stretching himselfafter doing this, when Hassan handed him another box and told him to stack it in the middle. This is how the boxes were loaded.

'Hassan,' said Mohamed, 'We aren't in Maldives now. And some people are never satisfied, isn't that right?'
He took a large mooring spike onto the captured ship and with a hard blow he knocked out the bottom of the ship. The he went back on board the Jumping Baitfish and they sailed off.

One day and a night later, they eased into Beypore harbour in India.
'Hassan,' said Mohamed, 'there isn't a drop of water left to drink on this ship. We'll die of thirst. You two go and fetch an urn of water. And if a negro causes you any trouble, don't respond.'
Hassan nodded and he and Dhandehelu went to the Beypore mosque. They filled the urn they were carrying with water and were just about to attach the bamboo carrier when a Nubian negro came out of the woods straight towards them without a word and turned the water urn upside down.

Hassan rolled his sarong up into a G string and Dhandehelu had to remind Hassan about Mohamed's warning not to retaliate if they were harassed by a negro. So the urn was straightened up and filled again with water. But just as they were about to put the bamboo stick on it, the negro turned the urn upside down again. Dhandehelu reminded Hassan about Mohamed's instructions but this time Hassan didn't listen. He rolled up his sarong and grabbed the negro. The spot where the water had been poured out became muddy as Hassan wrestled the man face down onto the ground.

Dhandehelu ran as hard as he could back to Mohamed and told him what was happening. Taking a five foot lance, Mohamed racrd off and attacked the negro. The Nubian was too busy fighting Hassan to worry about Mohamed who found a number of opportunities to hit his foe. But as the men kept their attack positions, Mohamed was thinking. This guy is a Nubian negro. He has stamina and will get stronger as time passes. We are getting weaker. I'll get him talking. He'll stutter and close his eyes.
Giving praise and thanks to the Almighty and thinking of the great learned elders, Mohamed shouted out, 'Hey negro, did the master teach you how to khaazu jahaan?'
Their foe opened his mouth to say the word 'khaaz' but he was only able to say the 'kh' part before he started stuttering and his eyes closed. Mohamed stabbed his lance up under the negro's chin.

Hassan ran up and mock-congratulated his brother. 'Now you've done well! You started a fight in Maldives and came overseas, and now you've started a battle outside the country! If news reaches the main town, the army will come here. Let's get back aboard the ship and leave. They won't be able to catch us then.'
'Be quiet, Hassan,' said Mohamed.

Hassan Takurufan had never been to Beypore before. There was no one he knew or was familiar with. He stood there fearful, looking around constantly. Then a man who has witnessed the death of the negro ran up into the town shouting until he stopped in front of the house of the Beypore master.
'We heard you say, teacher, that neither man nor jinni would be able to hit your negro slave,' he shouted. 'Well, we aren't sure if it's a man or a jinni, but a lance has been shoved into the chin of your negro and he's dropped dead outside town.'
'So,' said the teacher, 'the people around here are quoting my words back at me and trying to make angry today!' He chased the man away from the front of his house. Then someone else arrived with the man he'd chased away and the new person said the same thing, so the teacher chased them both off.

He was just about to sit down when the two men returned with a third person who also reported the death of the negro. When he heard this, the teacher realised that it was unlikely three men would be lying to him about what they had seen with their own eyes. He made his way towards the outside of the town, and everyone who happened to see him decided to follow, and within a short distance he had gathered what looked like an army. Hassan was overcome with fear as he saw this crowd of people coming towards him.
Obviously the news has reached the town, he thought.
'Mohamed, here comes the army! Let's sail off in the ship right now. We'll leave them behind, they'll never catch us.'
Stay quiet,' was Mohamed's response.
Hassan stood still, keeping a close watch on everything.

As the group of people got closer, an old man with a half-grey beard stood at the front. Mohamed went towards them with his lance in his hand. He placed the blade against the well seat and offered the long handle to the old man.
'Mohamed, look at your stupidity!' cried an alarmed Hassan. 'You will be taken to the mainland and die the suicidal death of an unbeliever at the hands of foreigners.'
Hassan dropped flat to the ground, unconscious. When he saw this, Dhandehelu also dropped, but he was pretending and lay there watching the scene with one eye open.
The old man took the handle Mohamed had offered him and pulled the younger man towards him and took his arm. Then the master teacher said, 'Dhivehi Takurufan, though one kills a mosquito on one's own body, no one tries to kill a mosquito any distance away.'
Mohamed, followed by the teacher, walked off to the man's palace.

Dhandehelu jumped up and threw water in Hassan's face and woke him up. The two men followed the teacher. Mohamed Takurufan sat on the big bench and teacher sat on the small bench, while the other two stood at both sides of the door. 'Go and bring two boxes from the ship,' Mohamed ordered.
As they walked away, the teacher said, 'Dhivehi Takurufan, why are you travelling so far?'
'I have came to learn how to shoot Andhiri-Andhirin in the throat.'
As he said this, the other two arrived back with the boxes, put them down at the front door and stretched themselves.
'Dhivehi Takurufan,' said the master instructor, 'you are intending to pay to learn the Koran! Look, how can you pay for such a thing? You cannot afford to pay for a curl on a vowel!'
'Go and bring another two boxes from the ship,' ordered Mohamed and the two men walked off again.

'Who's Andhiri-Andhirin,' asked teacher when the men were gone.
'Khaazidhi Kamana's Bodu Mohamed,' Mohamed explained.
'Stop this, Dhivehi Takurufan. Moslems should not fight against moslems.'
'He's not a moslem,' said Mohamed. 'He's an infidel.'
'You may say that, but I am not going to listen to you,' responded the master. 'Khanzeedhi Kamana's Bodu Mohamed left here with all the knowledge I had, and with my blessing and good will. When you come here today and tell me he's an infidel I can't believe it. Drop this idea. There cannot be a battle between moslems.'
'Master,' Mohamed persisted, 'he came here and took all your knowledge, leaving you like a squeezed skin devoid of juice despite with your blessings and good will. He headed north and arrived in Goa where he was very impressed with the way people lived there. He thought going to the toilet without bending their knees, and cleaning themselves after defecation without using water, were admirable practices. In Goa, he drank their alcohol and ate their meat and became friendly with the king. Three times, he asked this king to wage war against Maldives, and he martyred king Ali. Now Khanzeedhi Kamana's Bodu Mohamed is reigning in Maldives and his name is Andhiri-Andhirin.'

As he finished speaking, Hassan and Dhandehelu arrived carrying two more boxes and put them down in front of the master's palace and stood up, stretching.
'Mohamed,' said Hassan, 'if gold is what we need to achieve our aims, then there should be enough here. Shall we go?'
'As long as any of these boxes are here, I'm not telling you anything,' said the affronted teacher.
'Take the boxes back to the boat,' ordered Mohamed.
When they walked away, carrying the four boxes, the teacher got up and led Mohamed by the hand to the southern side taking a gun and a string of red fashuvi. One end of the string was attached to an ivory plant leaf, and the other was tied to the branch of a tree. After walking some distance away, the teacher gave the gun to Mohamed and said, 'Dhivehi Takurufan, shoot at the main vein of the ivory plant leaf.'
Mohamed loaded the gunpowder and then the bullet. He fired the weapon.

Mohamed had no idea where the bullet went. Even after he had fired three times, he had no idea whether the bullets went in different directions or all in the same place. The master took the gun and filled it with gunpowder and a pellet. When he fired the weapon, it hit the main vein of the ivory plant leaf. He fired again, three times and each bullet hit the same spot. The teacher removed the leaf and attached another one and returned to the firing position. He put gunpowder and a bullet into the gun and handed it to Mohamed.
'Dhivehi Takurufan, rest the weapon against your shoulder when you are target shooting. Aim it that way,' he explained.

Mohamed listened, and fired the gun how his teacher suggested. The bullet went straight through the main vein of the leaf. He fired twice more and each bullet went straight through the target. The teacher cut the leaf off and taking Mohamed by the hand, he led him back to his palace. As they went in Edhuru said, 'Don't aim and fire the gun when it is against your shoulder, ok? Andhiri-Andhirin left here taking all the knowledge I had, leaving me like a skin with all the juice squeezed out, and with my blessings and good will. He'll shoot at the flash of gunfire even if he is dying. So whatever you do, don't take aim and fire with the gun against your shoulder.'
Mohamed understood and agreed.
'That is a trick I haven't taught to Khanzeedhi Kamana's Bodu Mohamed,' added Edhuru as he washed his hands and gave Mohamed a drop of the waste water. Mohamed drank the water.
'Teacher,' said Mohamed, 'give me the water you use to wash your feet.'
'Dhivehi Takurufan, you are asking more than students should receive out of friendship from their master. You cannot have that.'
'If you don't give me the water you use to wash your feet, I will leave here in transgression of what you have taught me from the Koran.'
'That wouldn't do at all!' said the master, and he washed his feet and gave a bit of the water to Mohamed.
'Now give me the water you use to wash your mouth.'
'That is going far beyond what students can expect in terms of friendship and blessings from their master!'
'In that case, it will be as if you have taught me nothing when I leave here,' said Mohamed.
'Well, I can't let you go like that,' sighed the teacher and he asked for food to be served and went into the bathroom. He emerged after bathing and ate from the same plate with Mohamed. Then the master swallowed only half the water beside him and gave the rest to Mohamed who accepted the water and drank it.

'Dhivehi Takurufan, I have freely given you the benefit of the water from my hands and from my mouth. So whatever you do, don't take aim with the gun raised to your shoulder.'
Mohamed assured him again, and they went off to the wharf to say their goodbyes. The teacher asked to see Hassan and said goodbye to him as well. With the two brothers back on board, the ship was punted out of Beypore harbour and the sail raised.

They looked back at the teacher on the wharf. He was walking away, but didn't seem to disappear into the distance. He rose up using his wings but didn't seem to get far. As he went down below the horizon, his head was clearly visible. Now that Mohamed had learnt how to fire a gun into the throat of Andhiri-Andhirin, the master was no longer in Beydhaalhi. He was the Grand Master of space and the spirit world. He had come down to Beypore to teach Mohamed, by the command and blessing of the Almighty. And he had taught the two who had come to learn before Mohamed Takurufan.

The two brothers sailed back to Minicoy and stayed there. They buried all the gold from their ship under Dhivehi Palace and the three brothers lived well.
A short time later, Hassan said, 'Mohamed, we are hiding safely here, but what about the two or three moslems in Maldives?'
'Let's prepare the ship for sailing,' responded Mohamed.

Hassan agreed and loaded the Jumping Baitfish with food, drinking water and firewood, and leaving their older brother to look after the sister-in-law, the five men went aboard and sailed away. After sunset they were about to sail between Kanamana and Naagoashi.
At the rudder platform, Dhandehelu said, 'Mohamed, why are we using this channel?'
'What's wrong with it?'
'I listen to what old people say,' said Dhandehelu. 'Kanamana and Naagaoshi are two exposed islands.'
'You've heard incorrectly,' said Mohamed. 'Kanamana is hidden from the sky, and Naagoashi is hidden from the ocean.'

The Utheem brothers entered the passage between Kanamana and Naagoashi, and from that time, the cloud has always broken there. They sailed through the atoll and eased into Dhonakulhi island. There they secured the boat and went to the house of the Dhonakulhi toddy man, where they called out.
'Who is it? Is that the Utheem brothers? Don't make so much noise! Come into the house,' whispered the toddy man.
As he opened the door, Mohamed told him that they had come to ask a favour, and he said he was happy to help.
'What have you come all this way to ask?'
'Our visit is a secret,' Mohamed explained. 'Maldives has lost its religion. We are going to sail around the atolls spreading Islam. Would you weave the sails for our ship?'
'How can I do that?' muttered the toddy man. 'Tomorrow I have to go to Baarah and beach the tax boat, and then leave next day on a tax collecting trip. So when would I have time to sit down and weave a sail?'
'If you want to help us then let's go to Dhidhdhoo island. That island belongs to the Utheem mosque. You won't have any tax duties there.'

The toddy man, his wife and children were taken to Dhidhdhoo, where Mohamed told him they needed the woven sails delivered to Maroshi in eight days.
'If it is the will and command of the Almighty and I am safe and well, then the set of sails will be delivered to Maroshi in eight days. You two brothers go.'

They sailed out of Maldives and tacked up and down over the horizon. A few hours after sunset, they cruised between Kanamana and Naagoashi and sailed through Thiladhunmathi atoll, stopping at Maroshi island in Miladhunmadulu. They secured the ship and went up to the house of Maroshi toddy man and called out.
'Who is it? The two Utheem brothers? Hurry up, come in.'
As he opened the door the toddy man asked why they were travelling so late at night.
'We have come to ask a favour,' explained Mohamed.
The toddy man said he was willing to help and asked what they wanted.
'This is a secret visit,' explained Mohamed. 'Maldives has lost its religion. With the command and blessing of the Almighty, we three brothers are going to bring Islam to the country. Do you think you can sew and attach a sail for us?'
'What size is your vessel?'
'It's a fifty footer.'
'I use a ship like that to go to Male', and I have a sail that was sewn today and it's just been removed from the frame. Take it with you.'
'It's not that easy. We wear out the sail every eight days. When we bring the old one, you'll have to have a new one ready.'
'Where's this sail I'll have to sew?'
'The Dhonakulhi toddy man will arrive in Maroshi in eight days with a set of sails.'
'In that case, with the will and blessing of the Almighty, I'll have a set of sails sewn and placed on the kanimathi in eight days. But I also have a favour to ask of you two brothers.'
'What is it?'
'I climb about a hundred and fifty palms a day. But after selling the sugar in the atoll I don't have a drop left to take to Male'. To improve that situation, I'd like you to do some toddy collecting magic!' 'Toddy man,' said Mohamed, 'from the beginning of our clan, there has never been a toddy man connection. All our ancestors have been island chiefs. I could do an island fanditha for you?'
'I don't want to know about that! You must do a special spell for me!'

Mohamed conceded. 'In that case, fetch a toddy collecting cup with a bit of water in it.'
Mohamed took the cup, giving thanks and praise to the Almighty and thinking of the great learned ones. He said something over the water and handed it to the toddy man.
'Go and sprinkle some of this water on the bottom of each of your palms, and then return.'
The toddy man went off to the forest and sprinkled the water as he'd been told. Then he came back to the house and served food for the two brothers.

In ancient times, Maroshi used to have toddy sugar as light as rainwater - the lightest sugar in both Ari atoll and Maalhosmadulu. The food served by the toddy man to the brothers contained this 'rain water' sugar, rice cooked in coconut milk, and dried tuna.

When he poured water for the brothers, they took it and sat on the bench saying 'bismillah'. As they put their hands in the plate, Hassan said to his brother, 'Maroshi sugar is very crystalised, isn't it?'
'Hey,' objected Mohamed. 'if the toddy man heard you say that, he'd think we were insulting him. If it is the will and command of the Almighty that the sugar of Maroshi forms crystals, then those crystals wouldn't be small!'

They ate, and afterwards went into the forest with the toddy man and cut two sea trumpet stakes. They drove them into the sand and put the Jumping Baitfish's worn out sail on the stakes. They attached the new sail that had been just been sewn on the frame that day, and then they sailed out of Maldives.

The toddy man went to sleep and early next morning he had to go to the beach to relieve himself. The toddy man was in a hurry but as he went past his coconut palms he noticed each palms had almost a litre of toddy overflowing onto the fronds and ground! And sugar crystals had formed! When he saw this, his urge to go to the beach completely disappeared. He ran straight home and then off to the forest with his toddy gear to collect as much as he could and bring it home.

Later, when he returned with the afternoon collection, the morning toddy hadn't even been cooked yet! It was thrown out and the second batch put on the stove for cooking. Realising what the Utheem brothers had done for him, the toddy man wanted to see them again. Everyday after dinner when the sun was set, he went to the harbour and wondered around hoping to see them.

Meanwhile, the two brothers were cruising around. Each night, a few hours after sunset, they came in between Kanamana and Naagoashi and visited a different island spreading Islam. Hassan and Mohamed slept at different times. When daylight arrived, they stayed cruised up and down below the horizon off Maldives.

As he had promised, after eight days the Dhonakulhi toddy man arrived at Maroshi with a set of sails. The Maaroshi toddy man sewed the new sail together and put it on the stakes in the forest. Otherwise, he maintained his vigil at the harbour.

The Utheem brothers had worn out their sail after eight days and eased the Jumping Baitfish into Maroshi for repair. That night, when the toddy man came up to the ship, Mohamed called out to him, 'Can't you sleep. Are you doing a bit of fishing?
'I'm doing a bit of fishing, alright. I couldn't wait to see you again after what you did for me. So I'm here to meet you.'
'What happened?'
'I brought the morning round of toddy home and by the time I came back with the afternoon batch, the morning toddy hadn't finished cooking so we threw it away and started cooking the new load.'
'There's no reason to make things hard for yourself! Cook it until it starts simmering and then put it in containers. It won't go off.'

Mohamed took the new sail and left the old one on the stakes. Then the Jumping Baitfish sailed off. Mohamed and Hassan were taking their older brother to Thakandhoo. His wife had been born there and, together with her child, she had returned to her island.

In Thiladhunmathi they landed in different islands on different nights. They brought Islam to these islands. During the daylight hours, they cruised below the horizon off Maldives and slept at different times. Every eight days, the Dhonakulhi toddy man took a set of sails to Maroshi, and the Maroshi toddy man sewed the sail and put it on the stakes. Every eight days, the Utheem brothers replaced their dilapidated sail with a new one.

The story of the two brothers pauses here.

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