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“Allah Akbar, my dear sons…” (September 3, 2009)

This typical preach was extracted from “Yaakoubian Building” by Ala2 al Aswany.   It is how Moslem extremists strike at the chords of unemployed youth, submitting to indignity, humiliation, and lost hopes for any improvement…

Sheikh Chaker brushed his teeth with a small piece of wood “sawak” that was used in ancient times in the Arabic peninsula and is adopted nowadays as a sign of Islam fidelity.  Then the sheikh preached to the packed mosque; he exalted God the one and only, pronouncing the formula “Bismillah Arrahman Arrahim” and said:

“My dear sons and daughters; I wish you ponder on this question: how many years man gets to live on earth? On average man could live to be 70 and this is a brief period; he may suddenly die for any kinds of ailments or accidents. None of your relatives who died instantly at a young age thought that they may die.

Man had only two choices: you either focus your efforts on your short existence (you are building a luxurious residence on sand) or you live as if a stepping stone period to eternal life. Thus, you gain a terrestrial life and an eternal life. Your spirit is happy and your conscience is at rest. The believer is no longer afraid of death, a short passage.  This faith permitted a couple of thousands of Muslims to defeat two empires (Persia and Byzantium).

The Muslim believers hoisted the green flag on every corner of earth. God prescribed Jihad to exalt His name and to vanquish our desires.  Jihad is not only one of the obligations of Islam as praying and fasting, but is the most important. The corrupted leaders in the Moslem world and their hired theologians are scared of Jihad that it might turn against their thrones.

By toning down Jihad, Islam was emptied of its true significance and our religion was transformed into empty set of rituals accomplished as physical exercises devoid of the spirit.

As Moslems abandoned Jihad, they returned slaves to terrestrial attachments, fearing death, and cowards. Their enemies defeated them and humiliated them and God punished them with poverty and under-development. Our terrestrial governments pretend applying Islam laws and democracy as well. God knows that they are twice liars.

We are governed by French secular laws that authorize alcohol, fornication, and homosexuality when both parties are consenting. Governments make profit of illegal games of luck and the selling of alcohol and then re-inject the illicit profits to pay their Moslem employees with sinfully gained money.

The faked democracy organizes fraudulent elections, imprisons Moslems, and submits them to tortures so that the reigning powers do enjoy their thrones for ever. They lie, lie, and lie, and want us to believe their lies! We are telling them: we refuse that our nation “umma” be democratic or socialist.  We want our nation Islamic. We will carry on Jihad.

Islam and democracy are opposite doctrines; Islam does not recognize but the government of God.  Democracy wants to submit God’s Laws to the Assembly of the people to decide on their application. God said “How blasphemous is their word: they utter but lies. God’s Laws are immediately applied regardless how much they detest them”

The mission of Moslem youth is to re-discover the notion of Jihad. This exactly what the USA and Israel are afraid of, along with the traitors governing us. They are scared of Islam re-awakening. The Zionists are fornicating within the walls of the Al Aqsa.  A small number of resistant fighters from Hezbollah and Hamas were capable of stopping the onslaught of powerful armies where Abdel Nasser failed completely.

Oh grandsons of Abu Bakr, Omar, Khaled, and Saad; the hope of Islam is suspended to you as it was to your glorious ancestors. God looks at you to satisfy His promises…”


“… Riding this camel is rougher than maneuvering a skiff” 

(September 2, 2009)

            My first visit to this fishing village was due to a malfunction in the small cruising ship. I have never traveled by sea and I longed for this kind of adventure.  I came to a small sum of money by lick late in my life.  I had no idea how to spend it.  I stumbled on a cruise pamphlet and my longing rekindled powerfully.  No, I didn’t care to board those most modern and most comfortable cruise ships: I wanted to be among a restricted hardy crowd that loved to go on an adventure instead of the predominantly cozy vacationers.

            It took me about a month of investigation to find a sea cruising Travel Company with my specifications. I had first to take to sea to Alexandria to board the cruise. I could have flown but I wanted to taste the sea and check if I could sustain the travel. The trip was to circumnavigate Africa and then cross the Suez Canal on the return trip.

            A hovercraft landed us in this fishing village. Many preferred to stay in the ship for the duration of the repair. I was among the “adventurers” who wanted to trample the shores of Mauritania.  It turned out that the village was about a couple hours drive to Dakar, the capital of Senegal.

            I liked the village and it was the cool “rainy” season.  I decided to pay a deposit for an old rundown house with a functional well situated on a mound and at about 300 meters from the Atlantic Ocean.

            I returned the next year by air with plans.  I could speak and understand classical Arabic but I needed much more time to learn the local slang. I planted roots as a serious business man, not the occasional tourist, by buying shares of a camel caravan leader.  Caravan business suffered serious predicaments.  Caravans by camels moved loads of salt to the interior and going as far as Mali.  Modern transports and the abundance of salt were killing this old fashion trade. I had a mind of transforming part of the business into a tourist old fashion desert cruising enterprise.

Raising camels is a hard job; finding comfort on top of a camel is a misnomer: You might as well say “riding this camel is rougher than maneuvering a skiff”. I have not yet mounted a camel, not even a horse, never a lousy pony.  I figure that you should take a dizzy pill for precaution, just climbing up high, not to say looking at the undulating sand. I figure that riding camels is not an ingrained behavior and gaining patience for camel traveling is obviously not one of the human characteristics.  Either you are trained to focus inwardly like yogi (focus on a point in the desert is out of the question) or you might have developed powerful imagination (like reciting Kublai Khan Poem and adding quatrains to it).  It is not like plunging your kid in deep sea to teach him swimming: quick sand spots are frequent encounters.

In the second millennia techniques for designing saddles for camels as a mounting fighting beast during wars were introduced; there were saddles located ahead, on, or behind the boss of the camel for specific fighting advantages; the main specifications related to matters of control of the beast, stability, and range of vision.

            The Bedouin castes were created by the urban merchants to domesticate camels and then used later to support caravans as fighting guards against raiders.  Raising camels thus became a lucrative trade that specific tribes of Bedouins had the monopoly.


Note: this post and the previous one “Out in Mauritania” are day dreaming stories; it up to you to actualize.  These two posts might unfold to a novel or be cut short. Your feedback could be a catalyst to my design.




September 2009

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