First published by Cambridge University Press in 1888, the third edition which I have, includes an introduction by T.E. Lawrence.
Read this work if you want to try to understand what makes an arab. The pityless, lifeless stretches of burning sand, the enternal quest for a drop of water, the countless square miles of lava flows which neither man nor beast can cross. The survival strategies which first and foremost rely upon raids of neighbouring tribes, stripping them of all their goods, women and animals...and leaving those still alive to die of thirst in the desert...the shifting tribal allegiances, the permanent fear of each other, the value of the camels to their existence, whose milk they drink and from which they make butter, whose urine with which they wash their hair...and cleanse wounds, and above all else, their utter apathetic reliance upon inshalla for if allah had wanted them to rebuild the irrigation channels and the wells evident from a pervious culture he would have given them instructions. As allah didn't, they just let the women work and sit around all day drinking coffee, swapping stories of their greatness, and magnifying every legend a thousandfold.
Read the book. I have read it for the third time now. The arab no longer holds any secrets from me. I understand him perfectly. He is what he always was, a parasite surviving in an inhospitable environment as only a parasite can, by robbing and destroying the lives of others. The arab is mohammad and mohammad is the arab.
The arab is Amalek.