3 years ago
I was still young at that time. I could not comprehend what was going on the backstairs every time I came back home from school, on seeing me my father would be confused and turned white.
I used to tell him what I learnt by heart from the Bible and what new Spanish lessons I learnt .On finishing talk with him , he would leave me and make his way to his room that was in the furthest part in my house – that room that no one was allowed to approach its door.
He used to spend a lot of time in this room and go out with red eyes as if he sobbed long. For some days, he kept looking at me so passionately and sadly and muttered some words.
When he realized that I was trying to understand what he was saying, he would give me his back and went away uttering no single word. I always found my mother sad and overwhelmed by tears when I went to school, she never let me go without hugging and kissing so warmly and passionately. On leaving her, she would call me again to kiss me once more as if her love and passion had not been quenched yet. She would keep looking at me and only when she could not bear the flow of tears she would turn her back to go back home. I always wondered why she did that, what secrets were behind these tears.
On coming back home from school, mother would receive me eagerly with a heart filled with yearning as if I had been away for tens of years. Sometimes my parents would sit a side a little distance from me and talk in whisper in a language that I did not know. If I came close, they would stop talking and talk about something else in Spanish. So I would leave them, many strange ideas came to my mind to the extent that I thought that I was not their own son and that I was a foundling that they found me in the street. So, Pain overwhelmed me and I would take a solitary corner in my house and stay lonely crying bitterly.
Many days passed as such till I had unusual mood that differed from that of the other fellow children. So I did not participate in their play and amusement and I turned away from them and sat lonely putting my head between the palms of my hands and then absorbed myself in contemplation in search of a solution to this problem, I would remain doing this till I felt the priest grabbing me by my shirt to go with him to the church to do the prayer.
When I looked at my mother's face, I found her face fading and turning pale and her eyes starring wide in terror. On seeing the priest, she pushed the baby to the priest, her face was reflecting every meaning of fear and then she closed her eyes. I was deeply puzzled as I couldn't justify such incidents and my pains grew more and more.
He seated me on the rug and he remained silent staring at me, the awe of the place and the quietness of the darkness mixed up in my heart and my eyes caused me to feel myself segregated from the world that I left behind this door. I felt as if I had been moved to another life that I could not describe. Then father took my hand with compassion and kindness and said to me in a low voice:
Can you keep this secret in your heart?
On hearing this word, I was completely overwhelmed by fear. Truly I was still young but I know what inquisition meant.
Father said to me
"why don't you answer my question? Can you conceal what I am going to tell you?"
"Can you conceal it even from your mother?"
I couldn't contain my excitement; I could not control my tongue because of the surprise, the fear and the admiration. Then I shouted:
Forty years ago the miserable king Abo Abd Allah Al-Sageer ,the last of our kings was deceived by the promises and covenants of the Spanish people, so he gave them the keys of Granada and allowed them to take our fortresses and castles,he tried hard to defend the fortress of his nation, and the cemeteries of his forefathers but failed, he made his way to Morocco to die there lonely.
They took upon themselves to keep our freedom, justice and independence and when they owned our land they went back on their promises which they gave and betrayed us. They set up inquisitions (courts) and they forced us to embrace Christianity and leave our language. Moreover they took our children to bring them up on Christianity and that is why we worship God secretly. They persecuted The Muslims and tortured them, so many of them died under that heavy torture.
We have been in torture for forty years, my son.
In such a gloomy atmosphere, we have never lost our hope in God that He would save us, despair is forbidden in Islam. Isla is a religion of power, patience and striving in the path of Allah.
"This is the secret my son!! Do conceal it and be careful!! Your father's life is depending and connected with a word from your mouth, I swear by God, I don't fear death nor do I hate meeting God but I like to remain alive to teach you your language and your religion and take you from the darkness of fidelity to the light of belief. Now go to your bed."
why then have you forgotten their days and deny their love?"
Have you forgotten those generous noble kings? Those who, whenever they speak, all peoples listened in submission.
Have you got accustomed to the bells instead of the prayer calls?
Have you been satisfied with the priests instead of the Moslems Imams?"
"What does father teach you?"
I answered saying "Nothing"
She said "You know what he teaches you, don't conceal it from me."
I said "He does not teach me anything."
Father continued to teach me till I perfected the Arabic language and understood the Holy Quran and knew the rules of Islam. Later father introduced me to one of his brothers in Islam and we used to meet and to worship God and recite Quran.
The cruelty of inquisition aggravated and began to torture the rest of the rest of the Arabs, no day was to pass without bad news, hundreds of people were tormented severely and horribly, their nails were taken out and they were made to drink water till they lost breath , they burnt their legs and flanks. Their fingers were cut and burnt and put in their mouths. They were lashed tell their flesh scattered.
This boy successfully reached the border of Morocco, This boy became the great scientist Mohummed Abd Al-Rafee Al-Andlosy , who wrote a lot of Islamic books , May God make us benefit by his writings .