The hadjis were coming home last week. All through the Middle East, Africa and wherever in the world Islam has taken root, airports, seaports, railroad stations and bus terminals were crowded with families waiting for about half a million Moslems who had made the hadj (pilgrimage) to the holy city of Mecca.*
In the crowd at Beirut's airport was a spry little Arab in a long white gown and a white skullcap, sandals on his feet and a light of wonder in his eyes. At 71, Ahmed Youssef Murad—sometime Montana homesteader, World War I doughboy, Kentucky restaurant owner and elder of a...
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