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Philip C. Wilcox, Jr. I had originally intended to hear the Ambassador's speech as an observer, and to restrain myself from taking the opportunity to make a statement "ask a question" before a captive audience. Edition, , exact reprint of Third Edition. The Ambassador, ghoulishly grinning like an anorexic as in "Anorexia nervosa" jack-o-lantern throughout his talk, concluded speaking. He invited questions. My hand went up. I got recognized first, stood up, opened my Qur'an and began to recite.
I then began to recite Sura A'raf "The Heights" , chapter seven, verse , along with Professor Ali's verbatim commentary, telling the Ambassador, and the audience, that Professor Ali was perhaps the most respected Muslim English translator of the Qur'an in the Twentieth Century, and held in high regard today by Muslims worldwide a simple Internet search with Professor Ali's name will confirm this, try it! Then I closed my Qu'ran and sat down. It was very quiet. All eyes were on the Ambassador.
To his credit, the Ambassador made no attempt to interrupt me while I asked my question made my speech. He seemed to listen respectfully, and then responded courteously when I was done. The Ambassador's response went something like this: "I am not a scholar of the Qur'an, so I cannot comment on the verses and commentary which you just cited.
Smooth, very smooth, I thought. Only at the very end, after his talk had concluded and people were leaving, did the Ambassador betray his real feelings, and then only briefly. We met and shook hands. He gave me his card which I requested. Then he said, "Hope I was not too abrupt".
The Ambassador was anything but abrupt! He was the soul of graciousness and courtesy. Why might our Ambassador have been angry?