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Islamic mysticism

Some Thoughts on Gambia

Just got back from Gambia, and I wanted to put my thoughts concerning the country down - they are still in a protean form, evolving as I come to understand the country more, so please bear with me.

 
I have always been fascinated by the myth of the prophet, the man who in his time lays the foundations of a new religion. I began first by reading about Serign Touba. His life: how at an early age he had an awakening, to the way of the Prophet Muhammed, setting out to learn as much about Islam as he could, at the feet of many a Sheikh in the region. I was struck by his ambition, and the depth of his vision. He established a village and ran it according to strict principles, his disciples working hard to gain baraka in the current world as currency in the afterlife. His chosen way - the way of Islam, the way of the Prophet - informing his every action and decision, and setting the structure for the new world order he attempted to create for his people.

Dec 31, 2007

Serigne Touba Dies

Serign Salieu Mbakeh, son of Serigne Touba, and the caliph of Mouridism in Senegal died this week.  Mouridism is one of the biggest Islamic sects in Senegal, with adherents all over the world, from the Gambia to the US, and the event got much media coverage. Senegal's current President is a Mouride, and he was one of the first people to go to Touba to pay his respects to the new caliph. 

I have long been fascinated  by the Muslim brotherhoods of Senegal. Nothing on the same scale exists in The Gambia - in Senegal everyone is a member of one of the brotherhoods, and swears allegiance to one of the Serigne. Every year the brotherhoods hold large Gamos, huge gatherings where all members convene and Allah is praised, and speeches/lectures are given by the Serignes.

Sep 20, 2007

How a Misheard Name can Mean you spend the next five years in prison, wishing you'd gone to a marabout without a hearing defect

"We will now retire for lunch, and afterwards hear the final arguments of the defense", Judge Banner said, banging his gavel on the table and rising in royal fashion, his robes draped about his small figure and embracing him like a mop around its broom handle. Into his chambers he stepped, sending one of the junior clerks out to get him a sandwich from the local deli. Five minutes later, he choked on a tomato hidden deep within the multiple layers of the club sandwich he had ordered, turned a bright purple, desperately clawed at the air, and collapsed in a huddle with his robes spread out on the floor around him. He was dead by the time the ambulance arrived.

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Modou called his house, for the last time for a very long time, that evening. His mother got on the phone as soon as he called. She had been waiting - distraught, distractedly telling her prayer beads - all evening for her eldest son's call.

"Mother - it is me".