Maryam

To Allah we belong and to Him we shall return. I got to know Maryam through milk... Al Haaj Fahfu's family are herders, and as a matter of fact, he must possess perhaps 100 cows or more or less...
Slowly slowly I noticed that students were getting some milk every evening. As I love milk so much, after enquiring, I discovered that students were getting their fills under the tent of Murabit al Haaj!
Salik, the grand son of Murabit told me: "if you want some milk, go and see Maryam?" I thought, who is Maryam..?
Indeed Maryam was a very discreet old woman... Anyway, I was told to go and see her after my dinner with an empty recipient. Which I did.

I walked to Murabit's tent. On the open side of it, 10's of recipients were on the floor. Maryam, always wearing dark clothes, was sitting behind them all, and as I arrived, I bent down and habded over my wooden recipient. She looked at me, wondering who I was. Her grandson arrived to the recue: "It's Abdelmalik, the foreign student!", he told her, in Hassaniya.
There was not one day I missed my meeting with Maryam. Standing in front of the tent while she was pooring some milk into my container was always a mystical moment: here she was sitting down on her rug, with 10's of bowls in front of her, some big, some smalls, some empty, some filled to the brim with still a warm milk fresh from the cows! I could always hear Murabit at the back, in the darkness of the tent, mentionning always always the name of Allah. Bamba, a freed slave, was coming forth and back with the milk he just had from milking the cows 50 metres away.

I never understood the exact system she was using; why she had so many bowls in front of her, that she was always placing in specific order. One day I couldn't find my own bowl, so I came to her with the recipient of a friend; although it was a normal metallic bowl no different to others, when I put it in front of the tent for her to fill it, she took it, touched it and said: "This is mine". When I went back to my tent, I told my friend what Maryam had said, and he said: "What what she'd said is true". I was then realisng that she knew exactly every single bowl she had in front of her: to whom it belong, how much people will drink from it, hence how much she should put in it...

I never got to speak much with her.
She was very reserved and desinterested mashallah.

One of the things that stroke me when I first got to Twemret, was the how loud the imam, shaykh Hadd Amin, was reciting the prayers, especially the takbirs throughout the prayer...
I later on realised that it might be because Maryam was praying with us, from behind a tent. It seems she was showing strenght and endurance in prayer with the jamaat mashallah.

Perhaps I can say that her husband, murabit al Haaj, and her brother, Shaykh Khattry, perhaps indicate the excellent quality of person that she was.
Visitors always enquired about her, addressing her as "alwâlidah", the mother.

She was always quiet, ready to answer people's questions, but never speaking first.

Shaykh Hamza have paid an emotional and moving tribute to "alwâlidah"; and her disappearance is a great loss to Twemret, its people and its students.
She was living for the mahdhara and was an integral part of it.

We ask Allah to forgive her and to grant her Jannah; may he also grant her family relieves and give them patience in that difficult period. Amin

Israel-Palestine conflict

Muhammad Mekki est né en Afrique du Sud ou il a vécu un temps avant d'aller vivre en Israel. De confession juive jusqu'à novembre 2008, Muhammad s'est finalement converti à l'islam. Il nous livre ici, en anglais (traduction disponible dans peu de temps), ses impressions au sujet de l' état hébreux et de la situation abominable depuis le début de la guerre à Gaza, qui a déjà fait des centaines de morts et des milliers de bléssés:

"When I was at university in South Africa, my country of birth, the then Israeli Ambassador came to give a talk about the situation in the Middle East to students of politics. The talk was extremely narrow in scope and she used nothing but bible scriptures to back up Israel's right to be in the Middle East. This immediately made me understand Israel's belief on conflict as the stories quoted from the bible were about conquering and war; i.e. they see it as their religious right to kill for land which they believe their god has given them. This mentality actually contradicts proper Judaism, as proper Judaism holds the belief that Israel is a spiritual state which will only take on a physical form with the arrival of a messiah at the end of days who will lead the people into the land. Zionism jumps the gun and suggests that Israel has a geographical reality today, undermining religion and deceiving people if not also exaggerating the numbers dead in the
Holocaust to inspire compassion.

Have a look into the Israeli psyche and you will not find any faithfulness to the bible of how Jews should behave, it is only used against their enemies or opponents or those who dare to challenge their abuses of human rights. Israelis preach peace but well know that according to their religion Israel is by no means allowed to make peace with most of the Arab nations as this has been forbidden by prophets of old. The implication of this is complete annihilation of the Arab world as the Biblical State of Israel includes most of her Arab neighbours; part of Syria,Jordan,Lebanon, Saudi Arabia and so on. This ancient map could be found on the back of some agarot coins which is the equal of cents in the west.

Furthermore it is well-known that Israel is nothing but a police station for America in the Middle East, which is why it has its almost complete backup and continues to exist. As a past practitioner of Kabala (Jewish Mysticism), I came across a plan in which the globe was cut up into sectors for military operation. Israel fell within the 20/40 geographical window and its sectors name is Archangel Michael. The belief held by Jews is that non-Jews are not completely human because they are not chosen or obedient to the One God and this gives rise to the justification of killing in the name of State and God. This belief in the supremacy of a nation backfired in Germany in the 40's and manifested in South Africa shortly afterwards with the apartheid system and is now evident in Israel’s behaviour in Gaza and the West Bank. According to religious beliefs non-Jews are last on the existing level in this physical world as well as the meta-physical. First there
is God and the Council of God and then the Angelic creatures, then Jews and animals of all kind. After this come the satanic or demonic fallen world and last you have the goy (non-believers) i.e. non-Jews. Israelis claim to be the people chosen by God for a reason not explained by anyone but it is becoming clear that this has dark implications for the future of this planet.

Should you have a closer look on the situation in the Middle East it is evident that the real war is not only for the land, nor just for Jerushaliam but a war between Darkness and Light, people who have elevated and exalted themselves above ordinary humans. Israel is a proper manifestation of this most evil of human tendencies and the West stands arms folded while which might escalate into a holocaust happens on its very doorsteps. The war in the Middle East is not against a Jewish state called Israel. The war in the Middle East is between the children of the Light, the rightful owners and inheritors of this planet and the proud people, followers of Satan himself."
(Muhammad Mekki)

Retours Vers Le Futur

De retour à Paris après une dizaine d’années à l’étranger, dont les deux dernières dans le désert, le temps semble s’être étrangement accéléré ici.Le temps, cette créature magnifique qui nous échappe, nous lance un duel perpétuel.Ici, les gens se sont rendus à l’évidence que le temps les dépasse.Inutile de me demander pourquoi je suis revenu. La nécessité bien des fois nous apporte à faire des choix…de second choix.Les signaux perçus m’interpellent, moqueurs et perturbants : une personne ne s’arrête pas quand je lui demande l’heure, le climat hivernal impitoyable me menace et me dit « va t’en loin ! », un métro s’enfuit a mon arrivée sur le quai, et mon appartement pète un plomb, et plonge dans l’obscurité. Même le camembert fait des siennes, fabriqué avec des produits toxiques… Le message est clair et sarcastique : « cher Abdelmalik, bonne chance ».Mon âme aussi s’est rangée du cote des forts! Elle me disait l’autre soir de retourner immédiatement en Mauritanie. C’est très bien, elle a le droit de me proposer des initiatives ; mais je me suis souvenue peu après sa suggestion que, en Mauritanie, a maintes reprises, elle m’avait faite : revenir a Paris. Elle m’avait dit que je devait quitter ce pays désertique entre le Maroc et le Sénégal à cause de la chaleur. Et lorsque je lui ait répondu que je patienterai, elle avait même parler de la nourriture trop simple et trop difficile pour mon estomac, où encore de ma famille qui devait souffrir de mon absence. Je l’ai réprimandé, et lui ait dit de grandir un peu, car des qu’on a des difficultés tout les deux, elle me laisse toujours me débrouiller tout seul : Elle me lance des « tu vois, je t’avais dit », ou encore des « tu n’y arriveras pas, laisse tomber ». Je ne pouvais l’écouter d’avantage, et, sous les menaces, elle s’était tue pendant un temps !Paris. Ce qui m’a particulièrement attire l’intention, c’est l’incroyable pluralité ethnique des parisiens : arabes, noirs africains, asiatiques et autre gens crées avec une palette de couleurs des plus étonnantes. Ils se côtoient, de jour comme de nuit, de métro en magasin, de rue en immeuble. C’est étonnant, et très particulier a la capitale française. Je me souviens de Londres, et je ne puis parlé de cette même diversité. Certes son façonneur est le même, mais c’est à croire qu’il n’a pas utilisé la même palette de peinture pour les deux villes. Certes, Londres est pluriethnique, mais, durant mes trajets dans le underground, le métro londonien, cette multiplicité n'avait jamais été aussi frappante. Chez eux (c’est un peu chez moi aussi, pour y avoir habiter plus de 7 ans; ma mère d’ailleurs est anglaise !), il y a cependant multiplicité dans l’indifférence totale: L'anglais aurait-il un coeur remplit de tolérence? Certes, beaucoup parleraient d’une certaine hypocrisie culturelle, peut-être assez caractéristique des anglo-saxons. Cependant, là-bas, le regard que l’on pose sur l’autre est léger et spontané. Celui d’ici est lourds, analytique est plein de représailles. Leur système n’est pas aussi contraignant que le système français.Si, dans le pays de Shakespeare, les portes de opportunités sont grandes ouvertes pour les jeunes – musulmans et autres -, elles attendent, en revanche, d’être ouverte dans le pays de la déclaration des droits de l’homme.Pour finir, je dirais que l'on ne peut douter que c’est Dieu qui donne le succès. Je demande ce succès, de la vie de l’au-delà et d’ici bas, et cultive la conviction que, tous ensemble, ces portes s'ouvriront. Les français comprennent mal l’islam, car il est mal représenté. Notre génération est une génération charnière de l’histoire, et, avec une approche sage et tolérante, les français finiront par tolérer mieux cet islam qui refuse de céder a un matérialisme trop exigent pour l’homme, puisque dénudé de toute spiritualité, aspect pourtant fondamentale pour la croissance saine et productive de l’être humain.