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IN THE WEST
By
Yasin T. al-Jibouri
I further declare that I am a believer in, and a follower of, the Ja'feri fiqh that explains the
Sunnah of His Prophet and Messenger Muhammad ibn Abdullah, peace and blessings of Allah
be upon him, his progeny, his companions, the followers of his companions, and those who
follow the latter... till the Day of Resurrection. Peace and blessings of Allah and his angels be
upon Muhammad and his pure and purified itrat, descendants, those who knew him best and
emulated him best, those who grew up in his lap and were brought up by him according to his
Sunnah and under the care of his Lord, and upon his sahaba, his righteous companions who
supported and strengthened him and became the very first bricks in the ever-towering structure
called the Muslim Ummah, those who sacrificed a great deal for Islam, who disseminated its
message, learned, practiced, then taught his Sunnah, and upon their followers, one generation
after another, till the very last one that will ever live on the temporary refuge for humans called
earth. May Allah Ta'ala reward His Prophet and Messenger and all those who follow him with
abundant blessings in the life of this world, and with forgiveness and everlasting rewards in the
life to come, Allahomma Aameen.
Furthermore, I declare and testify in my own tongue, from the bottom of my heart or else
it should stop beating, and from the depth of my soul or else it should part from my body, that
This is my declaration of shehada which I daily pronounce and will always propagate, and if
someone has a problem with it, well, it is his problem, not mine! I wholeheartedly praise and
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thank the Almighty Who graciously permitted me to believe in Him and follow the Sunnah of
His Messenger and Prophet Muhammad ibn [son of] Abdullah ibn Abdul-Muttalib ibn Hashim
ibn Abd Manaf ibn Qusayy ibn Kilab ibn Murrah ibn Ka'b ibn Luayy ibn Ghalib ibn Fahr ibn
Malik ibn Nadar ibn Kinanah ibn Khuzaymah ibn Mudrikah ibn Ilyas ibn Mazar ibn Nazar ibn
Ma'ad ibn Adnan ibn Isma'eel (Ishmael) ibn Ibrahim (Abraham), peace and blessings of Allah be
upon him and his progeny as well as the righteous among his ancestors especially his great
grandfathers Isma'eel and Ibrahim...
Few, indeed, have expressed interest in documenting the dissemination of Islam in this
important part of the world, and fewer have relied on first-hand information to do so. In 1972, I
came to Atlanta, Georgia to pursue higher studies, and my Islamic activities there lasted from the
Fall of 1972 till the early winter of 1979. In Maryland, my activities lasted from the winter of
1980 till February 25, 1982 when I married Zainab and moved to live with her in Virginia. It
was there that we both founded the International Islamic Society of Virginia, Inc. In order to
circumvent any possibility of someone maliciously and inaccurately recording what I did during
all those years, I decided to record them myself. Their events will narrate the struggle of a
twenty-six year old former high school teacher who comes to the U.S. to study for a higher
degree but soon finds himself unable to avoid involvement in Islamic missionary work to the ex-
tent that he almost forgot about, and certainly felt obligated not to consider, going home once his
studies were over for fear of losing his life. They also narrate the difficulties some foreign stu-
dents face here in the U.S. as they struggle to pursue their studies at their own expense, the
pitiful living conditions in which they find themselves, and the hardship they have to undergo in
a purely materialistic society, agonizing often from an inhospitable environment.
The details of these events have been kept fresh in my memory for so long because I have
been narrating them quite often to my native Virginian wife who told me once that I still live in
the past. By writing them down, I hope I will be able to forget them!
Part II of these Memoirs will Insha-Allah detail my tabligh activities from 1980 to 1993. I
intend to publish both Volumes as soon as Allah enables me to.
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THE FIRST AL-JIBOURI SHI'A?
When I was a child, I was told that everyone should know his ancestors up to seven generations
back, and that if he did not, he would be despised as a "foundling." My name, therefore, is Abu
(father of) Ali Yasin ibn (son of) Tu'mah ibn Abbas ibn Muhammad Ali ibn Dawood ibn Salim
ibn Hassan ibn Salman ibn Ni'mah Albu Tu'mah al-Ghazali al-Jibouri.
If there is anything I can forget, it can never be one dialogue I had with my grandmother,
may Allah have mercy on her soul. That dialogue took place when I was a child. I asked her
once, "Why did you name my father `Tu'mah'?" I thought that such a name sounded funny and
uncommon. I do not mean to be disrespectful to my father, God rest his soul in peace, whom I
regard with respect the extent of which is known only to the Almighty; indeed, I was closer to
him than any of his children, but it was the name I was inquiring about, since there were not
many people at all in the area where I grew up with a similar name. I had no idea that my
grandmother's answer would make such a deep impression on my mind as a child or on my
behavior as an adult. My grandmother told me that she had chosen that name for my father in
honor of one particular Tu'mah who was the very first person to accept the Shi'a School of
Muslim Law in our al-Jibouri tribe; at least this is what she knew, and believe me she was quite
knowledgeable of the tribes of her time and even before her time. "Who was he, and what was
his story?" asked I. This is the story my grandmother told me:
"Tu'mah was the chieftain of his al-Ghazali branch of the populous al-Jibouri tribe. The al-
Ghazali al-Jibouris were then residing mostly in Haweeja, a suburb of Mosul, north Iraq, and
it was many, many years ago when Baghdad was, as it is today, the bride of the Valley of
the Two Rivers. Harvest season was coming close, and the knives, sickles and shears had to
be sharpened, and new knives were needed, too. It was suggested that the best place to
sharpen the old tools and buy new ones was not Mosul but Baghdad. Tu'mah had been there
before, and he loved to go there one more time, and this is what he decided to do; being the
chieftain, his decision was always final. Everyone very much loved to go there, but none
besides Tu'mah was privileged to have the final word. Anyway, Tu'mah took the old tools
and a good amount of money and went to Baghdad. He was told that in Kazimiyya there
were good blacksmiths, so to Kazimiyya, a holy Shi'a town in north Baghdad, he headed. Of
course he had to wait for a couple of days before all the tools he had brought with him
would be sharpened, since there was a lot of demand at that time to sharpen such tools, and
he had to stay there till his mission was accomplished. One after-noon he strolled to enjoy
the sight of the Tigris. A boat bridge linked Baghdad's al-Risafa section with its Karkh.
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Boats had been tied to one another and a bridge was made out of them. Kazimiyya falls
within al-Karkh. Women were washing their laundry and kitchen utensils at the river bank,
fishermen were fishing, some were swimming, and a lot of children were playing, splashing
water on one another and laughing. The mothers of those kids preferred to take them there
rather than let someone baby-sit for them. A couple of policemen on horse-back came from
al-Risafa, crossed the bridge, and reached the place where children were playing. Each
policeman grabbed a little child, took his knife out, severed his head from his body, then
threw both pieces in the Tigris without saying one word. Women screamed and beat their
faces and chests, men yelled, children panicked, and there was a lot of commotion, but not
one word was spoken to any of those policemen who took their time to ride their horses and
stroll back as slowly as they did when they came there the first time, as if they were
surveying their fields. Tu'mah was shocked, so much so that his tongue was tied, and he had
to sit down because his feet could no longer carry him. His eyes remained widely open; the
shock had taken its toll on him, and he lingered there for a while. Being a stranger in the
town, he had no choice except to go back to his khan (inn or hotel). The next day he was
still trying very hard to get over that scene, and he could not eat anything at all the whole
day. He had never seen anything like that; it was simply too much for him. After two or
three days, he was able to speak, and he started to inquire about what happened to those po-
licemen, whether they were penalized, or whether the families of those innocent children
were compensated, but nobody could give him any satisfactory answer. Many were too
afraid to talk about it. Finally, an idea came to him: why not go to the most prominent
dignitary in Kazimiyya and ask him if he knew anything about that incident? And so he did.
The man he met was the official representative in Kazimiyya of the Supreme Ayatullah at
al-Najaf al-Ashraf. "Why do you wonder about this incident, and why do you expect justice
to be affected on behalf of two Shi'a children? After all, they are only Shi'as...," the repre-
sentative said to him. "And what makes Shi'as so different from Sunnis that the latter allow
themselves to slaughter them like that?" asked Tu'mah. The answer to this question came in
installments. Tu'mah kept going to the majlis of that dignitary for a few days to hear more
about the lengthy history of the persecution of Shi'as, the philosophical and ideological
differences between both Schools of Muslim Law, a narration of the early history of Islam...,
and a host of other issues. Tu'mah found himself in a state of mind which was almost similar
to the one he felt when he saw those policemen commit their most heinous crime, and he felt
then that he had to make a decision. It took him one whole day to think about all what he
had seen and heard, as he himself later on narrated when he went back to Haweeja. The next
day, he went one more time to the house of that representative of the Supreme Ayatullah and
expressed his desire to embrace the faith of those persecuted, expressing his desire to learn
how to say his prayers properly. He also asked that sage about the name of the person whom
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he should contact if he needed an answer for a religious question or the solution for a
theological problem. A few more days were needed to learn and digest all of that.
Meanwhile, Tu'mah's family at Haweeja and the whole tribe became very worried about
him, and a man was dispatched to Kazimiyya to inquire about him. Unfortunately, that man
was not a dignitary like Tu'mah; therefore, not many remembered what his name was, but
he, too, embraced Shi'a Islam there and then after a few days at the end of which they both
went back home where hundreds of men and women were waiting for them, anxious to
know what had happened to them. When they narrated their story as indicated above, their
families and a small number of others immediately accepted Shi'a Islam, and the number of
those who gradually accepted it started increasing as time went by till word spread that
something "wrong" was going on at Haweeja. The chiefs of other tribes had to speak to the
head (shaikh) of the al-Jibour tribe. After those talks, the latter went in person to Haweeja
and ordered Tu'mah and all those who embraced Shi'a Islam out of Haweeja. Their number
then must not have exceeded sixty. They were banished from Haweeja because of accepting
Shi'a Islam. Moreover, those chiefs of tribes who had convinced the chief of the al-Jibour
tribe to banish Tu'mah and all other Shi'as from Haweeja went ahead and took another step:
they ordered all the hundreds of thousands of their loyalists who happened to live in the area
stretching from Mosul to Samarra not to deal with those banished, not to sell them or buy
anything from them, nor to marry their daughters, nor let their sons marry theirs. It was a
total boycott. Thus, the banished party kept for many years roaming the area extending from
Mosul to Samarra till Sabah, son of former Iraqi Prime Minister Nouri al-Sa'eed, the last
Prime Minister of Iraq's monarchy, intervened on their behalf with the Iraqi government,
requesting it to settle them in Baghdad and help them lead a normal life. A law was issued
according to which the only nomads to remain unsettled were those working for the
government to patrol the country's borders."
This is how my tribesmen ended up in Baghdad, their new home, and this is why my
grandmother chose the name "Tu'mah" for my father. It was, I think, a very good choice. With
so many sour memories of the persecution to which my extended family was subjected, my
grandmother made sure that none of her sons or grandsons would be given a name indicative of
the fact that they are followers of the Progeny of the Messenger of Allah (pbuh) such as "Abdel-
Zahra," "Abdel-Baqir," "Abdel-Sadiq," etc. My family could not trace our ancestors beyond
Ni'ma, as indicated above, but I do not think that there is a big gap between Ni'ma and Tu'mah
al-Ghazali. My grandmother named her younger son, my uncle, Ni'ma, who was instrumental in
tracing the roots of our family tree. The area of Iraq where Ni'ma, my ancestor, lived was traced
to Diloo'iyyah, near the town of Balad, Samarra, on the Balad-Mosul highway. This proves that
my ancestors did not go beyond Samarra as they were deliberately kept roaming the area
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extending from Mosul to Samarra. If one day I am able somehow to fill this gap with the names
of my other ancestors, I will regard myself as one of the happiest people alive. The task of filling
such a gap is almost impossible. I think my family did an excellent job tracing its roots so far
back. Having such deep roots in the renown Arab tribe of al-Jibour also makes me feel good
about my deep and pure Arab blood. I feel honored and privileged to belong to the nation that
speaks the language of the Holy Qur'an and that produced a man like Muhammad ibn [son of]
Abdullah, the last Prophet and Messenger of Allah, peace and blessings of Allah be upon him,
his progeny, his companions, those who followed in the footsteps of his companions, and those
who follow the latter till the Day of Resurrection... His family tree, which goes back all the way
to prophet Ibrahim (Abraham), peace be upon him, is indicated in the Introduction above.
EARLY LIFE
I was born in a rural suburb under the jurisdic administration of the famous city al-A'zamiyya in
north Baghdad, Iraq, on August 14, 1946. Al-A'zamiyya is named so because al-Imam al-A'zam,
the greatest (Sunni) Imam, namely al-Nu'man Abu Haneefah, founder of the Hanafi sect, is
buried there. It is located in the Risafa section of Baghdad on the Tigris. Across the river and
facing it is the renown Shi'a city al-Kazimiyya where golden domes and minarets house the
mausoleums of Imams Muhammad al-Jawad and Mousa al-Kazim, peace be upon them, where I
spent most of my life at home. The part of the country where I was born is called Fahhama
which faces al-Taji on the other bank of the Tigris, and it is a short distance from Tarmiyya. The
latter gained a great deal of publicity following the 1991 U.S.-led invasion of Iraq due to the
alleged presence of a nuclear facility there. I used to go to Tarmiyya quite often with my father
during my childhood, and I do not remember anything particular about it other than its orange
and date orchards. In other words, it looked just like the rest of our area. Al-Taji has always
housed a huge military base, and I understand it is now connected to my birth-place with a
modern bridge which enemy forces failed to demolish despite repeatedly trying to do so. This is
what one of my sisters told me last year. It was very well defended. Had I had any authority, I
would have decorated all those who defended it and proved to the enemy that there are in Iraq
some tough people who know how to defend their country. My family moved from there to
Kazimiyya when I was ten years old, and I did not like the urban areas at all. I missed the clean
air and the fresh fruits and vegetables which abound in the country; I missed my relatives,
hundreds of them, and my friends, and it was not easy for me to make new friends. We had
relatives there, though; they were my mother's family, and it was at their house, the house of my
grandfather from my mother's side, that my younger brother Basil was born. My father had
bought a piece of land in Kazimiyya. A house was built on that lot so that we could continue our
education. My father was always dedicated to his family and to the education of his children
without distinguishing between boys or girls. Two of my sisters graduated from Baghdad
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University. One of them graduated from the same department and college from which I
graduated, and the only difference between us is that she chose German as her minor, whereas
mine was Arabic. The other sister graduated as electric engineer. I never thought that one day
my youngest sister would become an electric engineer!
My birth certificate, and many other records, reflect my year of birth to be 1945, but this is
inaccurate. When I was six years old, my father took me to the only elementary school available
in our area to register. The school age then was seven, not six, so my father acted swiftly and
had my birth date altered to 1945. This is why my records reflect two different birth dates. On
June 30, 1969, I graduated from the English Department of the College of Arts, Baghdad
University, with good grades, so good that they qualified me to teach at a high school instead of
an intermediate (junior high) school as is customarily done in Iraq. I started teaching in the
following year at al-Kifil Secondary School in al-Kifil, a suburb of Hilla (Babylon), on the
highway between Hilla and Najaf. There, I taught English for one full year and part of another.
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day week-end. No rooms could be rented at either al-Kifil or Hilla. It was almost impossible for
me to continue to live like that, so I decided to go to Saudi Arabia where I would be making
three times as much money. My plan was to teach there at least three years, save enough, go to
England or the U.S. to study for a Master's or a Doctorate degree, then go back home to teach at
Baghdad University. But plans do not always work the way we like them to.
IN SAUDI ARABIA
The existence of Muslim organizations in the U.S. was not news to me when I came to the U.S.
for the first time in 1972. During the first academic year which I spent in Saudi Arabia teaching
English at the predominantly Shi'a district of al-Ahsa (or al-Hassa), nobody at my school, the
Huffoof Vocational Institute (which was upgraded in later years to what I believe came to be a
junior college), knew that I was Shi'a. I kept my mouth shut and was aware of the animosity the
Wahhabi rulers of Saudi Arabia had towards Shi'as, including their own citizens whom they
have been giving the very worst of treatment. The second year, though, was different. I had a
Sunni roommate from Diyala named Shukur al-Qaysi who "caught" me one day stretching my
hands downwards while performing my prayers in my room as Shi'as are accustomed to doing. I
requested him to keep what he saw to himself. Later on we had a dispute. The reasons behind
that dispute were so insignificant that I cannot remember exactly what they were. Anyway, we
split. Apparently he told other Iraqi teachers there that I was Shi'a, and soon Iraqis and non-
Iraqis at the school where I was teaching came to know about it. It was then that I noticed a 180-
degree change in the attitude of my school's administration towards me, and it was very difficult
for me to understand why. Things worsened and I had a big fight with the Saudi headmaster who
tried to have me sent to a school in the middle of their desert as punishment for my "lack of
cooperation," but I outsmarted him. I sought and insisted on holding a meeting with the district's
chief administrator of education. It was there and then that I unveiled all the illegal things that
were going on at my school. The administrator immediately opened an investigation in all the
numerous allegations which filled three legal-size sheets. The investigation went on even after
my departure from the real estate of the Wahhabis of Al Saud. But I was not transferred to any
school in the middle of the desert. Instead, I was transferred to a nearby intermediate (junior
high) school where I saw more evidence of anti-Shi'a sentiments among the staff and some
students... One fanatical Sunni teacher from the Sudan who was huge in size and who had a very
thick beard. That buffalo told me once that Shi'as should not be permitted to live with Sunnis
except after their payment of jizya, the protection tax paid by non-Muslims to Muslims. This is
the extent of the unfortunate animosity some Sunnis bear against their Shi'a brethren; they equal
them with non-Muslims. The attitudes of Wahhabis are no better. Yet all my life, I never heard a
single Shi'a equalling Sunnis with non-Muslims. This tells you who truly is blessed with Islamic
ethics and knowledge. If you take ethics out of Islam, what else remains? The holy Prophet of
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Islam (pbuh) had said, and I quote his exact words in Arabic,
That is, "Creed is ethics; one who has no manners has no creed." In another hadith, he (pbuh)
said,
That is, "One who calls a Muslim kafir (apostate or infidel) surely commits kurf (apostacy)."
Dr. Totonji and I kept corresponding with one another for several months, and our
correspondence was terminated shortly before my arrival in the U.S. By then, he had found
employment in Saudi Arabia as professor at Dhahran's College of Petroleum and Minerals.
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Who has His own plans for each and every one of us, are surely always better than the ones we
invent for ourselves, for He has more compassion towards us and more concern than we have for
ourselves.
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in peace, with signs of anger painted all over his dignified face, asked me, "Why bother about
going to Saudi Arabia and waste years of your life when I can give you as much money as you
need? Just tell me how much you need. I will be glad to sell one or more of my houses and give
you the cash. That should be plenty."
I knew my father's sincerity of intention. He never said anything which he did not mean. We
were financially in good shape. My father had by then built a good fortune of his own in real
estate, and both of my older brothers were earning a respectable income from their jobs. My
father was quite shrewd in investing his money and making it grow, and he was earning many
times more money than the salaries of all three of his bread-earning sons put together.
As indicated above, the death of my father took place just as American troops and those who
aligned themselves with them were gathering under the Wahhabi tent of Al Saud in preparation
of attacking Iraq and reducing it to rubble. They dragged twenty-nine other nations, including
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several Arab lackeys and stooges who depend on the Americans to stay in power, to reduce Iraq
to rubble and shed the blood of hundreds of thousands of Iraqis in the pretext of "liberating
Kuwait," a pretext which only naive or ignorant individuals take seriously. Had Iraq had a leader
who cared about his people more than about staying in power, enemy forces most likely would
have been attacked right there and then. My father was diabetic, and the lack of medicine for
diabetes in Iraq, due to the kafir-enforced sanctions, contributed to his death. He was one
casualty of Saddam Hussein's wreckless policies as well as the West's desire to dominate the
Middle East, especially oil producing countries. Due to the economic sanctions now in place
against the people of Iraq, the latter cannot purchase medical supplies because Iraq's funds were
frozen (and later confiscated) by the Americans and their European buddies. Even as I sit to type
these Memoirs, infants, children, old men and women, and the youth, are dying in Iraq because
of very severe shortages of medical supplies caused by the sanctions. These sanctions, which are
enforced by many so-called Muslim countries that opted to side with the enemies of Islam, the
countries whose turn will sooner or later come to be reduced to rubble and starved by the
Americans and Europeans or by their Israeli surrogates, are starving my helpless people. Iraqis
are proud people, and they refuse to take orders from the West as to how they should sell their
oil, how they should spend their money, or how to deal with Arab lackeys and stooges. Eighteen
million Iraqis have become hostages of America and Europe as the world community, including
millions of so-called Muslims, sits idly by and watches, enjoying the scene. How do you think
the next generation of Iraqis will deal with the West, particularly the U.S.? How do you think
those children who have lost their parents, brothers, sisters, friends, relatives, neighbors, or who
grow up handicapped, feel about any government in Iraq that tries to befriend the murderers of
their loved ones or laxes in appropriately dealing with the rulers of lackey Arab governments,
with the West, and with nations that preferred to sit and watch as they suffered? Average Iraqis,
including those who vehemently oppose the dictatorship of Saddam Hussein al-Tikriti, are
paying the price of the latter's wreckless policies, the policies that threw him in the West's camp
and made him a puppet of the U.S., a successor of the Shah of Iran in the region, and of the
Zionist-inspired policies of the U.S. aiming at the total humiliation of the Arabs and the Muslims
of the world, and the total control over the latter's God-given natural resources, especially oil. I
predict average Americans and Europeans to eventually pay the dear price of what their
governments did in 1991. I know my people; when it comes to the West, they neither forget nor
forgive. They have no reason to.
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the Salam. And I was in pain because of that. I was always attached to my father, and I ac-
companied him more than anyone else in the family. He never went to a ceremony like wedding,
circumcision, or graduation of any of our relatives or friends without my company. My older
brothers did not go to such get-togethers except if they really had to. For one thing, both of them
were most often working out of town. My older brother, a leading geologist, was always looking
for new oil-fields. Soil analysis was his field, and he was quite good at it. A day or two after that
I said to my father, "Father! I am no longer a child. I am a man, and men accept hardship and get
used to it. You have done your job; you have raised a large family [six daughters and four sons;
my father was a full-time husband!], all on your own, without help from anyone except the Al-
mighty. Now it is my turn to build my future..., on my own, independently." He lowered his
head, and I was really afraid of seeing him cry, then he raised it, looked at me and said, "Who do
you think I made money for? Do you think I am going to take it with me to my grave? Don't you
know that I made it for you and for your brothers?" "Yes," said I, "I know all of that, Ya-Bah
(Father), but I am only following your example. I thought a father feels flattered when he sees
his sons emulating him. I wish you bless my plan instead of feeling angry about it." Having
heard this, he, I noticed, felt better and somehow amended his attitude towards me.
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twice. I do not think that there are many men, especially in our part of the world, who respect
their wives as much as my father respected his, and I always admired him for that.
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facing the odds...
We had a bath-room with a shower, but we had to go upstairs to use the landlord's kitchen.
Our landlord was a fanatical Baptist preacher who inscribed verses from the Bible all over the
exterior of the house, making it quite unique, even weird, as weird as he himself was, but his
wife was awfully nice. It was located a few yards from the campus. When I was living at the
house of Mrs. Lovejoy, the bus I had to ride to reach my school was hardly on time, so quite
often I had to walk the whole distance in a hurry and be there breathless and late. Aziz was very
polite, honest, and a hard worker. But he, like anyone else, had his shortcomings. I and our land-
lady enjoyed very much talking with one another. One day she said to me, "You know, I have
seen how you keep the stove clean after you use it... I meant to tell you this, but I have been
reluctant. Your roommate does not keep the stove clean at all. After every time he uses it, I have
to remove the grease and other stuff which he leaves all over it. Could you please ask him to
keep our stove clean?" I promised her that I would, which I did, but it did not help. Finally, our
land-lord told us that he had had it with us, that he wanted us both out of his house by the end of
the month, giving us about ten days to find accommodation somewhere else. I kept pressuring
Aziz, who had been in the U.S. for two or three years earlier, to find another room or apartment,
but he assured me that the man did not mean what he said, that he was saying so only because he
rMy oldest brother, Saadi (or Sa`di), became Iraq's Minister of Defense during the confrontation between
Iraq and the U.S. that started in 1990 when Iraq invaded and occupied Kuwait. He was not kept in his job
for too long.
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was fed up with the mess he (Aziz) used to leave on his stove. The deadline passed, and no
accommodation was found. I came home one day to find all my belongings (which were not a
lot, just a few clothes and books) piled up in the hall, and so were Aziz's.
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CHRISTIANS HELPED US; MUSLIMS DID NOT.
I was too shy to talk to Warsi about the situation in which I and Brother Aziz found ourselves,
about the fact that we were kicked out, and that we did not have anything to sleep on, so I spoke
with Iqbal Unus who stood before the congregation one Friday and told everyone that I and my
roommate Aziz needed help urgently, any kind of help, including financial. Blankets were
needed badly, he told them. Both I and Aziz, meanwhile, piled up our clothes and used them as
pillows and blankets. We waited for a few days, but no help came from our brethren. Mrs.
Bullard, meanwhile, was making an effort of her own. She contacted a couple of churches in the
area and told them about the dilemma of two graduate students who did not have money to buy
mattresses, pillows, or blankets, nor did they have kitchen utensils. A few more days had passed
before Mrs. Bullard came again to visit us with boxes full of items which we very badly needed:
dishes, plates, spoons, cups, drinking glasses, sheets and blankets. I was very excited, but I
noticed that my roommate was not as enthusiastic. We both took what we wanted, and we were
grateful for our Christian neighbor who did for us more than what our Muslim brethren did,
which was nothing. Few more days had passed before Mrs. Bullard brought us something we
could sleep on. Mine was a stretcher like the ones used by ambulances to evacuate the wounded.
It was very filthy. Blood and urine had stained it, and it was about two feet shorter than my full
length. I cleaned it using Ajax, purified it (made it tahir), then slept on it as my feet hung in the
air, but it was better than nothing. Yet we still very badly needed pillows, mattresses, and more
blankets. The weather was cold, very cold.
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That was very embarrassing. I could imagine how those good ladies must have felt when
they came to know that some items they brought us ended up inside a dumpster. I could not wait
to ask Aziz about it. It was after midnight when Aziz finally showed up. "Brother," I said, "why
did you throw the sheets Mrs. Bullard brought us into the dumpster?" "Because..., Brother,
because they are najis (impure)." I asked him to explain. He said he told the brother whose car
transported us and our belongings (i.e. Badmouth) that he and I had received such and such
items from some Christian ladies. That "brother" told Aziz that those items were najis, since they
had been used by Christians. I asked Aziz whether he regarded Christians as najis and whether
he knew anything about purification methods in Islam. I even brought him the example of how
we, Muslims, wash our hands, accompanying the washing by silent recitation of certain sacred
phrases in order to purify ourselves from najasa. I explained to him that we could wash those
items the same way and make them tahir. But it was no use talking to him, or to Badmouth who
gave him that stupid piece of "advice." I always wondered why a good man like Aziz had such a
bad company, an excuse for a man, for a friend. I made it a point then to preach to my brethren
about the Muslim-Christian relations and about methods of tahara.
KINDNESS TO ROACHES
I liked and respected Aziz, and so did everyone else, but there was one thing about him which I
did not like at all. One Sunday morning when neither I nor he had to go to work, I came to the
living room where he used to sleep to ask him a question. I noticed that he was standing and
holding a shirt in his hand. Using two fingers, he was taking something out of his sleeves very
gently, as if he was handling fragile eggs which he did not want to break. "What are you doing,
Brother?" I asked him, adding, "What are you pulling out of your sleeves?" "Roaches, Brother,
roaches," was his answer. In a state of disbelief I came closer to see what he was really doing,
and I could hardly believe my eyes. He was being very careful and gentle in pulling roaches out
of his sleeves, taking them outside the apartment and releasing them unharmed so that they
might go somewhere else and get into someone else's shirts and pants. They might even go to
pay Badmouth a visit and be his roommates. I was sure they would be welcome there. So; were
those fragile eggs laid by roaches? Had Aziz, or Badmouth, been a Hindu or a Buddhist, his de-
sire not to harm roaches would not have surprised me, but he was a good and devout Sunni
Muslim. It was then that I blasted Aziz, in a polite and restrained way, for not keeping things
clean. He admitted I was right but added saying that he was too busy to look after himself or his
belongings.
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NEWSPAPERS FOR TISSUE PAPER
Aziz and I were pressured by some of our Pakistani friends to admit a third roommate: a Hindu
from Pakistan named Udeshi who was the cause of a rift later between myself and Aziz. All
three of us used to take turns buying bathroom paper. Whenever Udeshi's turn came, and if he
happened to be out of bathroom paper, he would take newspapers to the bathroom and use them
instead. It was difficult for me to imagine anyone rubbing himself with newspapers and getting
ink on his body..., but it seemed to work fine for him! First I thought he was taking them to read
them, but the evidence was incriminating, so I asked him about it. This is the meaning you can
find in the dictionary for the word "gross." I had finally to kick him out of my apartment after
giving him time to find residence somewhere else, a warning which he totally ignored. And it
was only after the departure of both roommates from my apartment that I could keep my place
immaculately clean. I put rat poison around all the apartment's walls. But I tell you, touching
roaches would give anyone the creeps..., that is, anyone but Aziz!
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Jewish people, even if that means sacrificing the welfare of all other gentiles, including gentile
Americans with good intentions.
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STRUGGLE OF MASJID TALIB
Masjid Talib kept changing its physical location either due to the inability of its members to pay
the rent or because the brothers and sisters did not like the neighborhood. At one time, Masjid
Talib was located in downtown Atlanta on Forsyth Street. The brothers had divided the space
into three major areas: one for the prayers and religious lectures, one as sleeping quarters, and
one for a shop selling juices, incense, beads, head-wear and such sundry items. The idea was to
introduce those who bought something there to Islam. The Imam was Antar Kabeer Smith of
Cleveland, Ohio, a very quiet man who spoke very little, only when someone was supposed to
say the "last word."
The Muslims of the world have been rendered powerless by the fact that their voice at the
United Nations does not count; only Pakistan is a member of the UN Security Council, and it
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does not enjoy the power to veto any decision as is the case with non-Muslim and anti-Islamic
European countries, the U.S. and Russia which is openly siding with the Croats against Serbian
Muslims. It was for the benefit of these non-Muslims that the U.N. was established in the first
place. Also remember that Europeans, particularly the French, were the ones who put an end to
Islam's power and presence in Andalusia (today's Spain) after more than 850 years of peace and
prosperity, and in the Ottoman Sultanate (today's Turkey) after centuries during which the
Muslim Ummah was united, and its unity was the source of its strength. [I have dealt with the
reasons behind the weakness of our Muslim Ummah nowadays in my treatise "Hey Bro! Let's
Organize, Ediortialize and Socialize!" and I think I made my point crystal clear.] A coalition of
European countries, the same that ruined my home-country Iraq in 1991, joined forces to deal
the death blow to the Ottoman Sultanate, divide it into several tiny countries, establish artificial
borders between each one of them without even giving them a say (as is the case with Iraq's
borders), and put the final touches of their hellish plan by creating "Israel" as their agent in the
area and a cancerous cell in the body of the Arab and Muslim Ummah. This is what the
Europeans have already done, so imagine what they will be doing. I hope and pray that this will
never materialize, but one must not rely only on hope. Allah is the Protectors of Believers, men
and women; this is what the Holy Qur'an tells us, but we, too, have to take some measures to
protect ourselves.
The fact that the brothers at Masjid Talib had a rifle contributed to the attacks to which they
were systematically subjected by the policy-makers of the Atlanta local chapter of the MSA.
Their keeping a rifle at the mosque could have also been one of the lies circulated by their
"competitors" who later circulated a lot of lies against me as well.
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and African-Americans. Anyway, my brethren at Masjid Talib were Americans wearing their
own version of "Arab" clothes. In the local chapter of the MSA, Arabs and non-Arabs wore
American clothes. They had neither tailors nor seamstresses.
AS IMAM AL-JUM'A
One day Warsi asked me to deliver the Friday khutba the next week. I told him I had never
delivered such khutba before, but he said that he had a prayer training manual which he would
lend me, adding that my command over English, plus the fact that I spoke the language of the
Holy Qur'an, qualified me more than anyone else to deliver the khutba. I reluctantly agreed,
being aware of the tremendous responsibility an Imam bears if he does anything wrong during
the service. He will then bear the sins of each and everyone praying behind him. I took the
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manual he had given me, studied it carefully, and kept thinking of the tremendous challenge I
was foolish enough to accept. I researched the topic of my first khutba thoroughly, deriving most
of its text from the Holy Qur'an and the ahadith (statements of the Holy Prophet, pbuh) which I
vividly remembered. When I stood to lead the congregation, my pulse was so high that I thought
I was going to have a heart attack. Since they were all Sunnis, I led the prayers the Sunni way.
The responsibility was simply overwhelming, but Alhamdu-Lillah everything went well. After a
few weeks, I was requested again to deliver another sermon, which I did, followed by another
request a few weeks thereafter. My sermons were full of fire, zeal, and enthusiasm, and they
improved as I little by little gained confidence. One day, Warsi handed me the prayer manual
and said, "Take this manual, Brother, and please do deliver your Friday khutbas for as many
Jum'as as you like... till you feel tired." I thought it was a great honor for me to do so, and I
thanked him for his confidence in me.
BUILDING POPULARITY
Week after week, and month after month, my sermons were getting better and better, and our
number was increasing. One day, while delivering the sermon, I noticed a number of young men
standing listening attentively to my sermon. They were five or six students of other colleges on
the campus: Morehouse, Clark, Morris Brown, Spellman, and some came from the ITC, the
Interdenominational Theological Center. Warsi's house on 600 Beckwith was across the street
from the ITC, and my apartment on 172 Vine was a few yards away. Muslim students at Georgia
Tech came and joined our group, too, and some probably came from Emory University or Geor-
gia State University. Non-Muslim students had heard about my sermons and wanted to learn
more about Islam from someone who spoke the language of the Holy Qur'an. All this happened
even before Alex Haley's novel Roots was made into TV series which stimulated a great deal of
interest in Islam as the original creed of many Africans who were brought to the U.S. as slaves.
Those students were also interested in knowing the so-called Orthodox version of Islam and
comparing it with the brand new racist version introduced by the Georgia-born Elijah Poole. A
few weeks later, I noticed that some brothers were bringing their tape recorders to tape my ser-
mons. One of them was Tariq Abdel-Salam who later became the first person from our
congregation to accept the Shi'a School of Muslim Law.
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he used to tell them and everyone else he knew that "There is a new prophet in Atlanta!"
Astaghfirullah! That was his crude way of saying that I was not living like other foreign students
like him. Luckily, he did not stay at my apartment for too long. Despite being a playboy, he had
too much respect for my Islamic zeal to bring any of his bunnies to our apartment, contrary to
what my former roommate Udeshi was doing despite being told not to.
TOPICS OF MY KHUTBAS
Subjects covered by those sermons were diverse: anecdotes from the life of the Messenger of
Allah (pbuh) and his family members and companions, may Allah be pleased with them,
Muslim-Christian relations, status of women in Islam, angels in Islam, how to thank the
Almighty for the many blessings which He has bestowed upon us..., etc. The sermon about the
angels in Islam was so well received that there were many requests from those who heard it to
either repeat it or deliver another one like it, and even Warsi expressed his admiration of its text.
In another sermon I emphasized the significance of thanking the Almighty for the blessings
which He bestows upon us, enjoining the faithful to eat and dress well without extravagance, and
to look their best before attending Friday prayer services. One attendant of that sermon told me
later that he had never heard anyone preach like that. He said he always heard preachers
admonishing the believers to renounce this world, to put on the most simple clothes, and not to
make a show of anything nice they have; in other words, they should look like the fellahin of
Egypt, the faqirs of India..., or the bums of Manhattan! Make your pick.
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RELATIONS BETWEEN MUSLIMS AND NON-MUSLIMS
Those who prayed behind me were brilliant and highly educated Muslims, but apparently they
had numerous misconceptions. It deeply offended me when I came to know that many of them
believed that Muslims must not even touch non-Muslims, and that if they did, they should take a
ghusul, ceremonial bath. In one of my Friday khutbas, I went into detail preaching about the
importance of maintaining good relations with non-Muslims, especially those referred to in the
Holy Qur'an as Ahl al-Kitab, People of the Book, namely Christians and Jews. I also indicated
the fact that the Prophet of Islam (pbuh) had married a Christian lady, Mariam (Mary) the Copt,
mother of Ibrahim son of Muhammad (pbuh), and a Jewish lady, Safiyya daughter of Huyayy
ibn al-Akhtab. Her father was the arch-enemy of the Prophet (pbuh) in Khaybar, Medina.
Having said so, I noticed some of them looking in disbelief at one another. They could hardly
relish the idea that a Muslim could marry a Christian, much less a Jewish, woman. Imagine the
religious misconceptions in the minds of average uneducated Muslims. Ignorance and fear have
always been the most vicious enemies of mankind.
Apparently, those followers listened to my taped speech to Clark College students, and one
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day, a black man wearing a clean and neat suit approached me almost in the same manner and
certainly at the same place where Dr. Warsi introduced himself to me. "Assalamo Alaikom!"
said he. "Wa Alaikomis-Salam wa Rahmatullahi wa Barakatuh," was my response. I articulated
it slowly so that he would be able to detect the fact that despite my fair complexion, I am a full-
blooded Arab Muslim. He asked me whether I wished to visit the "temple" set up by the "Hon-
orable Elijah Muhammad," as he put it. "Yes! I would like to visit my other Muslim brethren
there. Sure!" So I gave him my address. I was not told then that those folks could very easily
turn violent against those who did not subscribe to their beliefs, but in my view, a good Muslim
should fear none other than the Almighty. One day he came and knocked at the door of the
house of my land-lady Mrs. Lovejoy, a widow who was living alone in a fairly large house, and
the poor old woman was perturbed. "Who are you, and what do you want?" she screamed at him.
Hearing her speak so loudly, I rushed to the door to find out who was there; after all, a man
under any circumstance has to protect a helpless old woman. When I saw who he was, I told
Mrs. Lovejoy that I knew that man, and that he was one of my brothers. "Brother?! Are you kid-
ding?!" she asked me. I rode with him in his pickup truck the short distance from there to the
"temple" on 1225 Bankhead Highway North West.
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FIRST DOUBTS ABOUT THE MSA
The fact that I and Aziz did not get any help whatsoever from our fellow MSA members and
other Muslims when we very badly needed it served as an eye-opener for me. It hurt me to see
how Christians were so swift in coming to our aid when we needed it so urgently, and how Aziz
must have made many Christians talk negatively about Islam and Muslims. I asked myself if
either Islam or Muslims should receive the blame. That actually was the first blow to my faith in
the MSA and in the wisdom of those who organized its activities. What is the use of Islam if it
does not cause Muslims to help one another? Another question which vexed me was: "Why
couldn't the leaders of our community educate their followers in Islamic ethics and morality and
make them generous in giving, ready to help one another, and always there whenever there was
a crisis affecting or a calamity befalling any of them?" I became convinced that there was
something wrong. First of all, those leaders were self-imposed. Second, they seemed to enjoy
flattery and compliments more than anything else. Their level of Islamic awareness was not high
at all, and their share of Islamic knowledge was quite modest. There were times when religious
questions were directed to Warsi who had to turn to me for answers. One of our community
members died, and the funeral prayers were to be conducted at Georgia Tech. There, everyone
found out that no Imam had been chosen to lead the funeral prayers. Warsi came to me and
asked me to lead the janaza prayers. I told him how those prayers were to be conducted,
suggesting that either he or Iqbal Unus, being the leaders of our small community, should lead,
not I, a 27-year old student. But he suggested it would be easier if I led the prayers, since I knew
how to, and so I did.
One day I asked my roommate Aziz to explain to me the apathy in our community towards
our acute need for help. He said, and I will never forget his words, "Brother! Listen to me: These
guys are away from home. They want to make the best of living in a foreign land, so they have
to do something to have a good time!" Having a good time was not exactly my idea of preaching
Islam. Moreover, Islam requires its adherents not to be talkative but to concentrate on
worshipping their Lord and on helping one another.
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revolved around the selection of site, date, and food to be served. Too much time was spent on
comparing the merits of hamburgers versus those of hot dogs. I was listening and my blood was
boiling, knowing that every minute of my time was precious, while here these folks were wast-
ing time talking about hamburgers and hot dogs. Finally, I could not listen any more, so I stood
and told everyone how I felt about what they were doing, that the MSA was no more than an
organization to have fun and waste time, that it was not doing anything serious worthy of my
time..., etc. I concluded my unexpected statement by telling Iqbal Unus that I resigned from the
MSA effective immediately, and that my decision was irrevocable. He tried his best to
discourage me from resigning, but I had already made up my mind.
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ANTI-SHI'A LIES CIRCULATED
Apparently feeling slighted and indignant with me, Badmouth started his campaign to publicize
the fact that I was a Shi'a, that Sunnis should not pray behind a Shi'a, and that Shi'as were not on
Islam's right track... Many other lies were circulated by him (enumerated in the pages ahead),
and their poison started working in the minds of many members of our small community.
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which he kept reading or examining. To cut it short, the outcome of that "meeting" was a set of
"suggestions" contained in the small piece of paper Iqbal Unus kept looking at for quite some
time. One of those "suggestions" advised the Center's board to freeze all my activities for a mini-
mum of six months and reconsider whether or not I should at any time in the future lead the
Friday prayers. I understood what that "suggestion" meant, so I turned to both Nazir Warsi, who
had by then come back from his trip, and Iqbal Unus, and told them that they had cooked a
recipe which they were serving the community that evening, and that the recipe was no more
than tarnishing my image in the community. I said many things which I had kept to myself for a
long time regarding the total control over Islamic activities by both Nazir Warsi and Iqbal Unus,
how both men refused to involve even one more person in their decisions, and how they both
were very hungry for power and position. "I quit the Islamic Center, Brothers and Sisters," I said
as I addressed the rest of the assembly, "because these two brothers have started fearing my
rising popularity... It is not about Shi'as and Sunnis. It is me versus both of them," and I pointed
at the culprits who sat speechless, not believing that any individual in the community would one
day dare to tell them who they really were. You see, both men were used to being followed
blindly, assisted by the simple-minded audience that let them be the leaders. I realized then that
popularity, like anything else, has its price... During that meeting, and in the middle of the war
between myself and Warsi in particular, the latter went to as far as implicitly charging me of
being an agent of the CIA... That was the worst charge I ever heard from Warsi or anyone else
since I came to the U.S. Making such a serious charge convinced me that the man was intent on
getting rid of me, and at any cost. With the help of Unus, who was always his yes-man, he got
what he wanted. My last words were directed to him; that is, to Iqbal Unus. "I am leaving," said
I, "but there will consequences to my departure which will affect not only the Muslims of
Atlanta but the Muslims all over the U.S." Those words, I believe, played a significant role in
my zeal to propagate our beliefs. I think that Iqbal Unus remembers those words as vividly as I
do.
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* Shi'as do not follow the Sunnah of the Prophet of Islam (pbuh);
* Shi'as derive their beliefs (such as belief in the Mahdi) from Christianity and Judaism;
* Shi'as have more respect for Ali ibn Abu Talib (as) than they do for the Prophet of Islam
(pbuh);
* Prayers of Shi'as are not accepted because they do not perform their ablution properly, and
they do not use water to wash themselves after using the privy...
I exerted utmost effort to disprove these charges to all those who came to my apartment to
inquire about how much truth there was in what they were being told. A few months later, I
requested one of the brothers who used to visit me often to go and convey a message from me to
Nazir Warsi saying, "Please keep your mouth shut and stop circulating false charges about
Shi'as. Those who wish to know what Shi'a Islam is all about are welcome to visit me at my
apartment and I will answer all their questions." Iqbal Unus was wiser than Nazir Warsi. He let
the latter do all the talking while he himself steered the helm of MSA activities as well as those
of the Islamic Center of Atlanta.
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overseas responses came from Iran. A Group of Muslim Brothers (now WOFIS) sent us a book
parcel. Since the effort was being done on behalf of the Center, received literature was handed to
one sister who was on its Board to keep while the "defenders of the faith" were setting up the
library. Warsi found something in that literature which he did not like. It was a phrase saying "...
the Prophet of Islam, peace and blessings be upon him and his progeny..." Reference to the
progeny of the Prophet, peace be upon him, his progeny and companions, offended Warsi, and
he decided that that was Shi'a stuff. The Muslim sister who was given custody of that package of
literature was told, "Bury or burn it, sister." When I came to know about that, I wrote the donors
and requested them to be kind enough to send me, on my own address, another package, and I
even included an international draft to cover the shipping expenses, a draft which they returned
to me saying that the last thing they could ever do was to accept money from a struggling
student. Those donors later became the source of the largest number of Shi'a publications
circulated by the Islamic Society of Georgia, Inc.
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reminded me of the sermons I used to deliver and how they were appreciated... But now it was
all gone; only agonizing memories lingered to burn my life away and turn my days into their
smoke...
LIVING IT UP IN AMERICA
I waited patiently for the semester to end. When it did, I headed to the Holiday Inn in downtown
Atlanta and applied for a job as a room service waiter. Menial jobs at hotels and restaurants are
the only ones available for foreign students in the U.S. I was confident, smiling, teasing and
complimenting everyone and building a brand new popularity with the society from which I
isolated myself almost completely since coming to the U.S. Soon I found myself working there
as many as 16 hours a day, seven days a week, earning tips from guests who were never served
by a waiter wearing clean clothes and neck-ties! Some hotel guests thought I was living there,
since they saw me there all the time. Before the summer was over, I had paid all my debts,
bought some pieces of furniture, and had a balance of about two thousand dollars in my bank
account. To me, that was a huge amount of money which I never thought I would be able one
day to earn especially after having worked at Atlanta University for almost nothing. There, I first
worked at the office of Dr. Richard Long, head of the Dept. of Afro-American Studies, doing
sundry office chores, then as research assistant for Dr. Charles Duncan who later became my
thesis advisor which discussed William Shakespeare. The first translation I ever attempted was
the Arabic translation of a summary of one of Shakespeare's plays. Then I worked in the peri-
odicals section of AU's Trevor Arnett Library. How much was I getting paid? One dollar and
sixty cents an hour, before taxes were deducted... Now I was earning in one day in tips as much
as I used to earn working at AU for a week. Whenever I remember those days, however, I si-
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lently implore to my Lord to forgive me for "living it up in America," and to fare with those
who killed my spirituality as He pleases... Alhamdu-Lillah, I never stopped for one single day
saying my daily prayers, or performing any other religious obligation. Sometimes, I would
meditate for hours.
WAKING UP
Finally, I had to gradually wake up. I told myself that I did not leave my family and country and
go to the U.S. to make money, kill my spirituality, and be corrupted. One can make money, kill
his spirituality, and be corrupted anywhere in the world. He could do all of that at home. By
then, the economic situation in my home country had changed drastically, and people started
living a much better and more fulfilling life after forcing greedy foreign oil companies to pay
them for their oil as much as they really deserved. I had by then enough time to relax, sit and
read, and my library contained many very interesting books. All those books were clean, and
they were mostly written and/or published by Shi'as. Through their guidance, I was able to
slowly wake up from my dream and think of a positive change in my life. After all, I am an
admirer of William Shakespeare who wrote once that man is the maker of his destiny; therefore,
I had to make my own destiny rather than accept to be like a ship in the middle of the ocean
without a captain.
PROSPECTS: MY GUESTS
Muslims, mostly black natives, used to frequent my simple apartment to discuss religious issues
and enjoy some Arabic dishes. Yes; I could then afford even to feed others. Some of them were
apparently sent by the same guys who succeeded, at least for the time being, to put an end to my
Islamic activities, to spy on me. Others came to admonish me to abandon Shi'a Islam and join
the Sunni majority, while others came to satisfy their curiosity. They simply wanted to know
what Shi'a Islam was all about. It was then that I considered trying my luck to win some of them
to our side. In other words, I wanted to bring the nightmares of those "protectors of the faith"
into reality.
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Another was Muhammad Zafar Mahdi, a relative of Akbar Ali Zaidi, who was working at
Georgia State University and making plans to study for his Ph.D. in Michigan. It was in the Fall
of the same year (1973) that we founded the Islamic Society of Georgia, Inc. primarily to propa-
gate Islam without emphasizing sectarian differences or preferences, a policy which we could
not maintain for too long.
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prominent among its members were: Dr. Muhammad Futurat, an Afghani, Dr. Ja'far Tabatabai,
an Iranian physician, Dr. Atif Abdel-Salam, a Syrian physician, and Dr. Abdullah al-Najjar, a
Lebanese Druse. Are Druse Muslims? The answer to this question lies outside the scope of these
Memoirs. We did not have any difficulty obtaining their O.K., and they were glad to know about
us. They did not look at us the same way the policy-makers of the MSA looked at Masjid Talib.
I particularly enjoyed talking to Dr. Futurat. One day I asked him what he thought of Dr. Nazir
Warsi. "I was not impressed by him," was his answer. That did not surprise me. I gradually came
to know more and more about this sister Muslim organization, and I and other believers attended
a couple of its meetings. At one of those meetings, Dr. Futurat and one of his brothers played
music to entertain their guests. I guess this is how they were able to "attract" other attendants,
Muslims and non-Muslims. Some of their members did not hide the fact that they were dating.
Some of their sons and daughters, as I came to know later on, used to take home lessons in piano
and other musical instruments, both from the East and the West. Of course, I and my poor black
brothers and sisters were not impressed at all by what we saw. We neither played musical instru-
ments nor cared to listen to music. As a matter of fact, the Islamic Society of Atlanta is
mentioned implicitly in another treatise I wrote titled "Hey Bro! Let's Organize, Editorialize, and
Socialize!" That treatise complements and supplements these Memoirs. Anyway, we decided not
to waste our time by attending any of their meetings or "functions." To us, that society was no
more than a social club, but we did not have any direct confrontation with them. Dr. Akbar Ali
Zaidi, in fact, attended many of their meetings and "functions," since he has been for many years
living in that affluent part of Atlanta. The black brothers and sisters simply felt out of place
among the members of the Islamic Society of Atlanta where women put on short dresses and did
not cover their hair. That is not our concept of what a Muslim organization should be.
BACK-STABBING GUESTS
My family at home had a close friend named Salman al-Obeidi, a wealthy businessman who
traded in electronics, watches, and expensive imported household items. One of his sons came in
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the 1970s to study at the College of Space and Aeronautics in Tulsa, Oklahoma, for his B.Sc.
His family contacted mine and got my address, so he sent me a letter and said he would like to
visit me. I remembered him and his father very well, and I had a great deal of respect for his
father. I answered his letter and told him that he would be welcome to visit me in Atlanta, and I
even sent him copies of Islamic Affairs where my home telephone number was published, so he
started calling me. First he said he would bring a couple of friends with him, and I said fine, then
he kept adding more and more guests till he and they rented a Ford Pinto and came to visit me in
1976; their number by then had increased to six. Of course I did not have enough pillows or
blankets for them, nor did I have enough beds. I had to buy blankets and pillows and they slept
on the floor. They stayed with me for several days. Needless to say, I had to cook for them and
look after them... In order to show their appreciation, they bought me a sweater.
A few weeks after their visit I called that young student and chatted with him for a few
minutes. He advised me that it would not be wise to mail him the future issues of Islamic Affairs,
adding that one of the young men with him (or probably he himself) wrote a lengthy report to
the Iraqi Embassy in Washington, D.C., detailing my Islamic activities and the contents of my
library. The said Embassy sent three of its diplomats to Tulsa to conduct interviews with those
who had been to my apartment and collect more information about me. Having come to know all
of that, and knowing how every government in Iraq since the assassination of Gen. Abdel-Ka-
reem Qasim (who was Shi'a) was antagonistic towards the Shi'as, I realized that going back
home would be suicidal, so I decided to stay in the U.S. as long as I could, taking additional
courses in order to maintain my visa. This is why it took me so many years to graduate. When I
graduated, I had piled up almost twice as many credit hours as was required to obtain a Master's
degree. But the experience I had with those "guests" who turned into back-stabbers taught me a
lesson. Since then, it has been my policy to avoid making friends with any Iraqi individual
except after thoroughly knowing his background.
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one or two days. It captivated me with its lucid style, strength of argument, and evident logic,
and I immediately decided to translate and serialize it in Islamic Affairs. Hassan was very glad
that it met my approval, so I requested him to do his best to get a word to the author that one of
his books was being translated and published in series in the U.S., and to request him to pray for
the success of this endeavor. The first installment of the English version appeared in issue 18
(May and June 1977) of Islamic Affairs. After that, it was published, together with a translation
of another work by the same author and which I also translated, in the same year (1980) when
the great author was tortured then murdered at the bloody hands of Iraq's dictator Saddam
Hussein al-Tikriti. In successive years, Allah enabled me to translate the unfinished biography of
his criminal assassin, namely Saddam, a translation which was published first by the Islamic
Union of Iraqi Students, then portions of it were published in series by The Da'wah Chronicle, a
London-based English publication of Hizb al-Da'wah al-Islamiyya, and also by Echo of Islam
magazine in Tehran. I thank the Almighty for making me the very first person ever to translate
the works of al-Sadr into English. This is just one of His countless blessings on me, the unde-
serving servant of His that I am.
OTHER ACTIVITIES
Asides from publishing Islamic Affairs, which became the mouthpiece of Shi'a Islam and the
most powerful advocate of Shi'ism in the U.S., our Society conducted other activities. Several
schools, colleges, universities, and churches gave us the opportunity to explain Islam to their stu-
dents or members, and a local church-sponsored radio station aired an interview with me. Some
of those speeches were taped. During those years, the late Elijah Muhammad was alive and his
fake version of Islam was thriving; therefore, it was only natural that we were encountered by
the controversy revolving around the brand new version of racist Islam being circulated among
simple-minded and uninformed black American natives.
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ing, and he could not do much to improve it except bringing me, from time to time, a tiny bag of
rice, a can of tomato paste, a couple of fresh tomatoes or onions, and I thanked him for that. By
then, I and Aziz had received a significant donation: an ancient refrigerator, which should have
belonged at an antique museum because of being so old, donated by our neighbor who lived next
to the Bullards. I remember how once Abdel-Qahhar visited me to borrow a book, as he used to
do quite often, and when he opened that refrigerator, there was nothing in it. He looked at me
but I was faster than him in saying something. Imitating the black jargon, I said, "Well, Bro, we
ain't got nothing!" He laughed and said, "Well, Bro, you better get some!"
Br. Abdel-Qahhar was a book worm, a man who would read a book three or four times in
order to fully digest it. He and Br. Tariq Abdel-Salam are, in my opinion, the most highly
intellectual converts we were able, Alhamdu-Lillah, to win. Just as he was never tired of reading,
he was never tired of debating. I learned from his debates probably as much as he did, and his
method of debating opened my eyes to many challenges a missionary like myself should be able
to meet. In fact, debating with him was an intellectual and spiritual experience for both of us.
His desire for knowledge manifested itself gloriously once when he accepted a low-paying job
only because it would provide him with a unique opportunity to read and learn; he became a
fire-fighter despite the fact that he had a B.Sc. and good education qualifying him to obtain a
much more financially rewarding job. But money was to him, as it has always been to me, a
means towards the achievement of an end, and if that end can be achieved with less money, so
be it. "Remember the fire of hell, Brother, whenever you have to fight a fire, and never think
that the challenges in this life are worth your concern as much as the challenges and situations
awaiting all of us in the life to come," I told him many times.
Even after going to Germany upon enlisting in the Army, Br. Abdel-Qahhar stayed in touch
with me and even sent me from there a small contribution.
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peace and blessings of Allah be upon him, his progeny and companions. Those converts realized
that you cannot be a Shi'a if you have no interest in what happened during the life, at the time of
the demise, and after the demise, of the Messenger of Allah (pbuh). You cannot be a Shi'a if you
are close-minded, or if you get tired of seeking knowledge and spirituality. You cannot be a
Shi'a if you do not have enough patience and love for your Sunni brethren who antagonize you,
and for all beings, human and non-human, on our planet and elsewhere. Our converts switched
to our Shi'a School of Muslim Law only after getting to know how certain Muslims went against
the very will and instructions of the Messenger of Allah (pbuh) with regards to the issue of who
should succeed him as the number one leader of the Muslim ummah. They converted after
coming to know about the very small number of Muslims who were around the death-bed of the
Messenger of Allah (pbuh) while those who were hungry for power and authority were at
Saqeefat Banu Sa'da pulling each other's beard fighting for power and vying to succeed him.
They became Shi'as after coming to realize that they were given neither a true nor a complete
picture of how politics played havoc with the Sunnah of the Messenger of Allah (pbuh), and how
certain rulers in the early Islamic history paid "traditionists" to fabricate and manufacture
custom-designed hadith in order to mislead the Muslim masses and justify the atrocities they
committed in the name of Islam against non-Muslims as well as non-Arab Muslims. They
persecuted those who knew Islam best, claiming to be following and enforcing the Sunnah of
His Messenger (pbuh) while in fact they were distorting it and sowing the seeds of antagonism
towards Islam in the hearts of adherents of other creeds. One government after another turned
Islam, which is the religion of peace and harmony with all beings, into a religion of blood-shed,
destruction, injustice, and slavery. Racism and iniquity were encouraged and justified by
fabricated ahadith which neither the Messenger of Allah (pbuh) had uttered nor those alleged
muhaddithun (traditionists) had in fact recorded. Yet not many scholars, for whatever reason, are
even willing to take the "risk" to research this tradition or that for fear of discrediting this ruler
or that, thus undermining the very foundations upon which their concept of Islam's form of
government is based.
What method did I employ to attract Sunnis to our Shi'a faith? And what did I do to prepare
the new converts to go ahead and convert others? The answers to these questions are the "secrets
of the trade" which were given to the same converts who accepted our creed, and they have been
employing them ever since. Only Allah knows how many non-Muslims or Sunnis have so far
converted to Shi'a Islam through their tabligh efforts. Each and every one of them, I had to make
sure, turned into a da'iyah as soon as he accepted to follow into the footsteps of Ahl al-Bayt (as)
who are praised in 33:33 of the Holy Qur'an like nobody else. Shi'a Islam is not for everybody, I
told them. The quality of our converts is much, much more important than their quantity;
numbers do not impress the Almighty; the innermost of the heart and the soul does. I do not
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think that they will ever forget that.
Br. Mahdi Abdel-Rahim became the third person to join our small but growing community.
First I used to give him lessons in Arabic, then those lessons turned into debates and researches.
When he accepted Shi'a Islam, he asked me to choose a name for him, one that reflected his Ja'-
feri Ithna-Asheri faith, and I chose "Mahdi" so that he would remember our Twelfth Imam,
peace and blessings of Allah be upon him, the Awaited One, the Savior of mankind. And he was
very happy about it. After my departure from Atlanta, as I heard later, he moved to Massachu-
setts, whereas Br. Abdel-Qahhar moved to Texas. Then came one young brother whose wits and
sense of humor everyone enjoyed, and who was the youngest in our group. He was brilliant and
highly intellectual. Upon accepting the Shi'a School of Muslim Law, he, too, asked me to choose
a new name for him. I told him I would after he read a few biography books and he, himself,
would most likely choose a name for himself. I handed him some books dealing with
biographies of some of the Fourteen Infallible Ones (as), and he was very excited. A few weeks
passed and he came to me with a big smile on his face. "Now, Brother Yasin, I have come to
choose my name; please from now on call me Baqir!" "Yes, Brother Baqir, I will, Insha-Allah,
start calling you Baqir Abdel-Haleem." His name was officially and legally changed to Baqir
Abdel-Haleem. His wife, Sr. Maleeka, preferred to keep her old name as she, too, embraced the
faith. When their first daughter was born, Baqir again came to me and said, "Last time, Brother
Yasin, you did not choose a name for me; I did. This time, please choose a name for my
daughter," and I chose for her the name "Zahra."
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what, we, Muslims, have to show concern about whatever befalls anyone among us. I remember
how one of them was once in an imminent danger of going to jail if he did not pay a fine to the
police (because of a host of traffic violations) totalling more than sixty dollars. That amount
during those days was huge to him, and it was huge to me, but Alhamdu-Lillah I managed to get
it to him, and I was with him when he went to court. He was, after all, my brother, and he will
always remain so.
I noticed that the most urgent need felt by those brethren was not financial as much as it was
psychological. They lacked direction and self-confidence. And they did not utilize their
innermost energies because they were not aware of them. I had to help them get to know
themselves, just as I did with others after getting to know my own. And I had to make my own
set of statements which I used to quite often repeat to them, just as I used to do to my students
before preparing them for an examination in the hope that the largest number of them would
pass it. Those statements may be summarized as follows:
Anyone who is ashamed of who he is, or who his nation is, or which ethnic group he
belongs to, is not worthy of respect at all. He is already dead and is not worthy of enjoying the
Almighty's bounties. Only the Almighty knows who among us is better than who. If one
doubts His justice, he then deserves neither His blessings nor mercy. Like an impartial father,
the Almighty is just and fair and does not favor anyone of His servants over another except
when he/she exerts a real effort to please Him and be worthy of an increase in His blessings.
Never think of yourself as being less important, or more so, than anyone else. You may be
deficient in one area, but certainly you must be superior in another; so, try to identify your
points of weakness and those of strength, work and improve, or at least hide, the first while
enhancing the other. Start from your own self. As Aristotle had in ancient times said, self-
knowledge is the root of all knowledge; so, "Know thyself!" Get to know what you can do and
what you cannot; love yourself so that you may be able to love others and so that others may
get to love you; trust yourself so that you may be able to trust others and others may get to
trust you; improve yourself so that you may be able to improve others. Above all, define your
role on this planet, in this life, during this time and at this place of His spacious and endless
cosmos. The Almighty has a plan for everything He does, for everyone and everything He
creates. He did not create you in this part of the world, or in this time and age, except for a
reason, a purpose, and a wisdom which He, and only He, knows; so, thank Him for all of that
by making the most of what He has bestowed upon you, and do not covet what others have.
Rest assured that the Almighty is ever watching over you, that He cares about you, and that
He is pleased when you do something good and is offended when you hurt your own self by
your own wrongdoing. Everything we have comes from Him; it is His, while we have only one
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single thing which we quite often abuse, and that is "free will." We are created free to make
our way in this life, to opt between doing what is right or wrong, between following our hearts
or minds. Your freedom of will can either bring you happiness or perdition; it can make you
prosperous or indigent, and it can work for you just as it can against you; so, see how you
fare with it. Nobody in this world knows you better than your Maker, then your own self; so,
try to be honest with yourself. Beware of the insinuations of the devil within you that eats as
you eat and drinks as you drink and goes with you wherever you go. Your own self, your
nafs, is your very worst enemy. An enemy within is surely more dangerous than one without.
Likewise, the Almighty has showed you the path to happiness and bliss, to everlasting felicity
and salvation, and He has left it to you to tread upon it and to be worthy of His rewards, but
you have to take the first step...; rest assured He does not do it for you...
The Messenger of Allah (pbuh) had already appointed a successor to him who was chosen
by the Almighty, not by himself, to be the khalifa, caliph, of the Muslim ummah. Verse 67 of
Surat al-Maaida was revealed in the tenth Hijri year, immediately after Hijjatul-Wadaa, the
Farewell Pilgrimage of the holy Prophet (pbuh); it reads:
O Prophet! Deliver what has just been revealed to you from your Lord, and if you do not do
it, then you have not delivered His message (at all), and Allah will protect you from the
people; surely Allah will not guide the unbelieving people.
By the time this verse was revealed, the holy Prophet (pbuh) had already taught the Muslims
the tenets of their faith, and even went beyond that to establish the first Islamic government,
with all its economic, social, political, and judiciary systems, and Islam was by then practiced as
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a way of life..., so why did the Almighty order His Messenger (pbuh) in such a tone which was
almost threatening and tell him that if he did not convey the latest instruction he had received, he
would be regarded as though he did not convey the Islamic message at all? And what was that
new instruction? It was nothing other than the nomination of a man chosen by the Almighty to
succeed him (pbuh) as the master of all Muslim men and women. On the very same day when
that verse was revealed, and without any undue delay, the Messenger of Allah (pbuh) halted the
march of those who were accompanying him on his way back from Mecca to Medina after
having performed his very last pilgrimage (Hijjatul-Wadaa), ordering those who had lagged
behind him to catch up, and those who had been walking ahead to come back, and the site was a
swamp known as Ghadeer Khumm. A make-shift pulpit was set up for him, and he (pbuh)
delivered his famous sermon, the last one he delivered and the details of which are very well
recorded in books of seerah, after which he raised the hand of Imam Ali ibn Abu Talib (as) and
uttered the following before the huge crowd:
Whoever has accepted me as his master (mawla), this Ali is (henceforth) his master; O
Allah! Be the friend of anyone who befriends him, and be the enemy of anyone who
antagonizes him!
The crowd stood in a long line, the men first then the women, and one by one swore the oath of
allegiance to their new ruler. Ironically, the first man to stretch his hand to congratulate him (as)
was none other than Omar ibn al-Khattab. His congratulatory statement, as preserved in
numerous books of history, included the following words which we would like to quote here
verbatim for you:
Bakhin bakhin laka abal Hassan! Qad asbahta mawlana wa mawla kulli Muslimin wa Mus-
limah! (Congratulations, congratulations to you, O Father of al-Hassan! You have become
our master and the master of every Muslim man and woman).
When the Prophet (pbuh) secured the oath of allegiance from those present there and then,
including the most prominent among his sahaba, the Almighty congratulated the Muslim
Ummah for doing so, saying, as verse 3 of Surat al-Maaida reads:
This day have I perfected your religion for you, and completed My favor on you, and chosen
Islam as your religion.
This verse is the very last verse of the Holy Qur'an according to the order of its revelation,
just as verse 1 of Surat al-Alaq (Chapter 96) is its very first. The tragic fact that some of those
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sahaba reneged in their promise and oath to the Messenger of Allah (pbuh), and that some of
them went as far as shedding the blood of one another, indicates that there were sharp differen-
ces of opinion among them which they could not reconcile, that many of them were simply
power hungry, and that Muslims ought to distinguish the good ones among them from the bad.
A most informative and detailed narrative of this incident is provided by a great Sunni
historian, namely Imam Hakim who records it in Volume 3 of his renown work Mustadrak al-
Sahihayn. As a matter of fact, the number of Sunnis who recorded this incident is much greater
than the number of those who did likewise among the ealiest Shi'as in Islamic history. Among
reliable Sunni historians and biographers who have reported it are the following: al-Tabrani
(who relies on the authority of Zaid ibn al-Arqam), al-Hakim in his Mustadrak, as indicated
above, who provides an extensive list of his sources containing names of some of the most
highly respected and reliable sahaba, companions, of the holy Prophet (pbuh) who accompanied
the Messenger of Allah (pbuh) during that pilgrimage, al-Thahbi, Imam Ahmed ibn Hanbal who
records it on p. 372, Vol. 4, of his Musnad (by the way, he is the founder of the Hanbali sect,
one of the four major Sunni sects, the other three being: the Hanafi, the Maliki, and the Shafi'i;
all four of these Sunni Imams were students of our Imam Abu Abdullah Ja'fer al-Sadiq, peace be
upon him; Shi'as who follow Imam al-Sadiq's fiqh are called Ja'feris or Ithna-Asheris, Twelvers,
believers in the 12 Infallible Imams, peace be upon them), al-Thahbi in his Talkhees, al-Nisaai
who details it on p. 21 of his work Al-Khasais al-Alawiyya, and the renown traditionist Muslim
who records it on page 325 of Vol. 2 of the original Arabic text of his Sahih, although he chops
its text off. Al-Bukhari, due to his prejudice against the progeny of the Messenger of Allah
(pbuh), does not go into detail in narrating this historic event, and it is because of such prejudice
that he has been made the most famous traditionist to English-speaking readers. The famous
book Al-Muraja'at, which is translated into English under the title The Right Path and which I
have personally translated, and which I am presently editing to follow in it the commonly
recognized transliteration rules for Arabic names, under the title Al-Muraja'at: A Sunni-Shi'a
Dialogue (write me if you want to procure a copy of it), discusses this and many other relevant
incidents and issues. It also lists one hundred renown Shi'a muhaddithun, traditionists, relied
upon by Sunni scholars and verifiers of hadith. If you are seriously considering accepting the
Shi'a Ja'feri Ithna-Asheri School of Muslim Law, this book is a must for you and for all open-
minded Sunnis who sincerely desire to bridge the gap between Sunnis and Shi'as by fostering
respect among them for each other's views and fiqh.
Due to the tremendous historic significance of the event Ghadeer Khum, an 11-volume
encyclopedia titled Al-Ghadeer was compiled in Arabic by al-Amini. It deals with this event in
thorough detail, and our library is very proud to have a copy of it. The author of Al-Muraja'at
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used it as his primary source. It contains names of thousands of sahaba and tabi'een, as well as
poets among them, who either witnessed the swearing of allegiance to Imam Ali ibn Abu Talib
(as) or who personally knew those who did. It contains hundreds of poems composed in honor of
it, including one by Hassan ibn Thabit, poet of the Messenger of Allah (pbuh). Remember that
he, peace and blessings of Allah be upon him, his progeny and companions, used to have two
poets whose poetry defended Islam and helped promote it, and they were al-Khansaa, the famous
poetess, and Hassan ibn Thabit. Al-Khansaa had by then died, but Hassan was still alive, and he
was lucky enough to perform the pilgrimage in the company of the Messenger of Allah (pbuh)
and take the oath of allegiance to his successor. I personally think it is the most beautiful poem
ever written on that auspicious occasion, one which no other poet in the history of the Arab
nation can ever match it or even come close. I can safely say so simply because not only am I an
Arab who knows his mother tongue very well (how else can I translate it into English?!), but
also because I have studied Arabic poetry and its critique and even made attempts to compose it
during my high school years.
Yet the questions that force themselves here are: Why did Omar ibn al-Khattab violate his
oath and suggest Abu Bakr to succeed the Prophet (pbuh) instead? Did he forget? Did he not
know that the Prophet of Allah (pbuh) simply conveyed the divine order he received from his
Lord? How many days did the Prophet (pbuh) live after that historic ceremony to which
historians refer as Yawm Ghadeer Khumm, or did he pretend to have forgotten? Why did the so-
called "election" of the khalifa take place at Saqeefat (shed of) Banu Sa'da instead of the Pro-
phet's Mosque where more Muslims could have participated in it? Did those who participated in
that so-called "election" represent all the Muslims of the world at that time, or at least most of
them, or were those present simply power grabbers? Were Muslims outside the saqeefa given the
chance at all to elect the successor to their Prophet (pbuh), or were they deprived of having a say
about it?
The very fact that Saqeefat Banu Sa'da was chosen for that "election" proves that the
intentions of those who went there were not pure. That place used to be a hide-out for highway
robbers and thieves, as well as for those who wished to commit adultery or even murder under
the cover of the dark. It was simply a place of ill repute located in the outskirts of Medina on the
Mecca-Medina caravan route. All political decisions, important meetings, and public announ-
cements were made at the Prophet's Mosque, not at that haven of crooks and criminals. The last
question in this regard is: "If those who attended that `election' cared about Islam and about the
Prophet of Islam (pbuh), why couldn't they wait till his burial was over before calling upon the
Muslims throughout the Islamic world, which extended then from Mecca to Yemen, to send
their dignitaries to Medina in order to participate in it...?" Surely those who accept what they are
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told without investigating it are duped simpletons... Inna lillah wa inna ilayhi raji'oon.
Ibn Hajar al-Asqalani, Tabari, Abul-Fida, Ibn al-Athir, and Ibn Khaldoun, who all are very
highly respected Sunni historians and biographers, and many others of their calibre, have
narrated the events, hour by hour, from the time when the Prophet (pbuh) was breathing his last
till the inauguration of Abu Bakr as the first successor to the Holy Prophet (pbuh). Books such
as Madarij al-Nubuwwah, Tarikh al-Khamis, Rawzat al-Ahbab, Rawdat al-Safa, Al-Seerah al-
Halabiyya, as well as many other reliable books of seera, may be reviewed to see how the
Prophet (pbuh) was prohibited by the second caliph from recording something for the Muslim
Ummah that would be of benefit for it till the end of time. He (pbuh) said, according to Rawdat
al-Ahbab, Rawdat al-Safa, Madarij al-Nubuwwah and to the history books of both Ibn Khaldoun
and Abul Fida, "Bring me paper and ink so that I may record for you a document that will
prevent you from ever backsliding into error." The reaction of Omar ibn al-Khattab, the second
caliph, was, according to these and other references, verbatim in Arabic: "Daooh...; innal rajula
yahjur," that is, "Leave him..., the man is hallucinating." It was then that the Messenger of Allah
(pbuh) said, "Be gone, and leave me alone, for my present condition [of ill health] is better for
me than the name you are calling me." How can any messenger of Allah hallucinate, much less
their master, leader, the last and the most honored among them? Prophets of Allah are protected
by Him against uttering nonsense, and they are infallible from the moment of their birth till the
moment of their death..., but some of our Sunni brethren hold a different view...
It was shortly after midday on the 28th of Safar (or the 12th of Rabi' al-Awwal according to
other narrators) that the Prophet (pbuh) breathed his last. It is unanimously agreed upon that his
death took place on a Monday. Only a handful of the Prophet's nearest relatives, a dozen
according to the best account, were present around him (pbuh) when he died. It was Ali ibn Abu
Talib (as) who washed his body, performed the janaza prayers, and laid him to rest in his grave,
assisted by the same dozen or so who were mostly from Banu Hashim, the Prophet's clan.
Towards the afternoon, a friend of both Abu Bakr and Omar named Abu Obaidah came hastily
to the mosque (where the Prophet's corpse lay in state) to inform them that many chiefs of
Medina had assembled at Saqeefat Banu Sa'da and were proceeding to elect Sa'd ibn Obadah as
their supreme leader, their caliph, adding, "If you have any desire to secure authority for your
own selves, you should not waste one minute to get there before the matter is settled and
opposition to it becomes dangerous." Receiving this news, both Abu Bakr and Omar rushed to
the Saqeefa accompanied by their informer, forgetting all about the burial of the Messenger of
Allah (pbuh) whose corpse stood before their eyes...
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Can You Really Call That Election?
Instead of burying their Prophet (pbuh), some power-hungry sahaba preferred to go to Saqeefat
Banu Sa'da to participate in the issue of succession, i.e. khilafa, caliphate (Islam's form of
government), to the Messenger of Allah (pbuh) and usurp it from its rightful owner. The crowd
was constituted mostly of the Ansar and Muhajirun. Each member of these parties considered
himself more worthy of being the caliph than anyone else. The Muhajirun of Mecca argued that
they were more worthy of ruling the Muslims due to being the first to accept Islam and sacrifice
for it a great deal and even leave their homes and families behind to be with the Prophet (pbuh)
when he needed them most. The Ansar of Medina argued that they had as much right to the
caliphate as any other group of Muslims due to receiving the Prophet (pbuh) after his migration
from Mecca where his life and the lives of those who believed in him were at stake, that they
protected him and his supporters during the time of adversity, and that they strengthened him
against his powerful enemies. They even threatened to seek revenge on anyone who would dare
to exclude them from caliphate. In order to refute the claim of the Ansar, Abu Bakr argued that
Quraish did not deny the valuable services rendered by the Ansar to the defense and promotion
of Islam, yet despite all their merits, he added, they should not regard themselves entitled to
monopolize authority over Quraish. The Ansar then said that they would be satisfied if one
caliph from each of the two parties (the Ansar and the Muhajirun) was selected to exercise
authority jointly, as Ibn Qutaibah narrates, and they even nominated Sa'd ibn Obadah, their
leader, to be their man. But Abu Bakr and his party would by no means approve of such a
proposal, and they persisted in their stand that the government must remain in the hands of
Quraish while the Ansar should be its ministers. But that did not appeal to the majority of the
Ansar who almost drew their swords, and it would have gotten out of hand had Abu Bakr not
intervened again and reminded them of the statement of the Prophet (pbuh) in which he said,
"None was apt to exercise authority over Quraish other than a Quraishi." Bashir ibn Sa'd, one of
the Ansar who shared the views of the Muhajirun, immediately endorsed the view held by the
Muhajirun, thus encouraging Abu Bakr to resolutely exclaim that Quraish would not accept
anyone except a Quraishi to rule over them. Stepping forward, he singled out Omar ibn al-Khat-
tab and Abu Obaidah and gave the Ansar the option to choose either of them as the new caliph.
Now the Ansar started saying that they would prefer to pay homage to Ali ibn Abu Talib (as)
who was the best of Quraish. At this point, Omar impatiently cried out, "Stretch forth your hand,
O Abu Bakr, for surely I will swear allegiance to you!" Abu Bakr replied, "You are stronger than
me for it," and again he repeated his statement so that everyone would hear it. Omar then seized
the hand of Abu Bakr and said, "You are better fit for it than I am, and surely you have my
strength to add to yours, and my merits to yours...; therefore, I swear allegiance to you." Thus,
Omar declared in a loud voice that he recognized Abu Bakr as the supreme leader and took the
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oath of fealty for him from those present there and then.
Now tell me, dear reader, if you can call this an "election" representing the views of the
majority of the Muslims there and then...! Omar recommended Abu Bakr for the caliphate
because he knew he would be the one to inherit it from him... It is a power play very skillfully
played.
DID IMAM ALI (AS) ENDORSE WHAT HAPPENED AT SAQEEFAT BANU SA'DA?
Of course he did not. Neither he nor any of his supporters, his Shi'as, the earliest Shi'as in the
history of Islam, were even present at that place of ill fame. They had a more important task to
tend to: the burial of their Prophet (pbuh). They were still grief-stricken. They never went to
places around which suspicion hovered. By the time the burial of the Holy Prophet (pbuh) was
over, the curtain had been pulled down over the final act of the power play narrated above. Abu
Bakr had already been sworn as the new caliph of the Muslims. To go against the decision of the
majority of Muslims would not only be foolish, it would be suicidal, and it would cause the
Muslims to kill one another, something in which they would not for any reason be involved. Had
it been contrariwise, those who opposed the new creed would have become united to deal a death
blow to all those who believed in the new Message. These included the hypocrites, the infidels,
the pagans, and even the Christians of their time who saw in the rise of Islam the decline of
Christianity... The Jews of Medina had by then kicked out of Khayber in disgrace following their
defeat in the last battle they waged against the Muslims and the Prophet of Islam (pbuh).
Surely Shi'as do not have any feeling of animosity towards those sahaba; on the contrary,
they respect them a great deal, and they give them credit for all the contributions they made to
Islam. But the issue of who should succeed the Messenger of Allah (pbuh) is much greater than
anyone of those sahaba; it simply is a matter tantamount to the life and death of the Muslim
Ummah.
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The Sunnah
The Islamic legislative system derives its injunctions from two sources: the Book of Allah (the
Holy Qur'an) and the Sunnah of the Messenger of Allah (pbuh), that is, the statements (ahadith)
made by the Prophet (pbuh) and his actions as well as those endorsed by him (pbuh). This
Sunnah, from the Shi'a viewpoint, has been distorted by those who in one way or another ruled
the Muslims of the world and permitted themselves to alter the Sunnah to fit their own whims
and desires. In particular, the Omayyads made so many changes to this Sunnah that Muslims
almost reverted to the pre-Islamic period of jahiliyya, the days of ignorance. Because the
Omayyads spent a great deal of their resources distorting the Sunnah of the Messenger of Allah
(pbuh), Shi'as are extremely careful whenever they study hadith to decide whether they should
accept this hadith or that. Because of their refusal to blindly accept many ahadith simply
because Sunnis believe in them, Shi'as have been unfairly accused by some ignorant folks of
neither accepting nor following the Sunnah of the Messenger of Allah (pbuh). If you read a book
and happen to disagree with some of its contents, you will not be regarded as holding views
opposite to those recorded in it. Yes, you will then be opposing some of its contents, not all of
them. What can be said about the Omayyads can also, to a certain extent, be said about the
Abbasides.
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I photogarphed in 1972), they wondered what happened to Islam and its insistence that all men
are created equal and are born free...
Sunni brethren who demand proofs supporting the arguments raised here are more than
welcome to write me, and I will Insha-Allah oblige after getting to know that they are true
seekers of knowledge, and that their objective is not to drain our resources or waste our time.
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THE PROBLEM-SOLVING HERMIT
Living on an almost empty stomach is a basic requirement for spirituality, and spiritual I
remained as long as those "hungry years" lasted. Once I could afford to eat enough, I gradually
lost that spirituality. More blood went to my stomach to digest the food than to my brain.
Whoever reads these words ought not to forget them. During those "hungry years," due to my
very simple life, and my fondness of reading and contemplating, I was granted by the Almighty
a good deal of wisdom, so much so that Muslims as well as non-Muslims sought my solutions
for their problems. For example, a married Christian couple visited me once. They were waiting
inside their car when I ascended the stairs to my apartment. I had never met them before, but
someone suggested that they should seek my suggestions regarding the problems that threatened
their marriage. I asked the wife to speak first, then I asked her husband to comment. After
examining their statements carefully, Allah helped me suggest a solution for their problems, and
they thanked me for that many more times than I can remember. I told them I did not deserve
their expressions of appreciation, that they should thank the Lord Who brought us together and
helped us seek and find solutions for our problems. And a Jordanian who had raped a stewardess
then married her proved to be a much bigger challenge for me, but I nevertheless offered him the
best suggestions I could think of. He had left his wife in Jordan, and since the day he reached the
U.S., he kept worrying about the possibility of her cheating on him. These are only two exam-
ples of how strangers sought my solutions for their problems. Yes, I became known as the prob-
lem-solving hermit, but now I feel that I have lost the wisdom whereby the Almighty once bless-
ed me. No longer can I solve my own problems, let alone those of others...
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His Pleasure. No act of worship, or any good deed whatsoever, of anyone can ever be accepted if
it is not solely for His sake, and His alone. I did not mind staying all night long. As a matter of
fact, almost two decades after that (1974-1993), I still sometimes do so, staying awake all night
long editing, typesetting, researching, or translating. And it gives me a great deal of pleasure to
do so. I wish and pray the Almighty to enable me to keep doing so till the last day of my life.
A THREAT ON MY LIFE
Our Society acquired a reputation of being self-sustaining, independent of any political group or
government. All issues of its organ Islamic Affairs were impressive in their contents as well as
format and production. In short, it gave a good impression. Lured by this impression, one par-
ticular Afro-American Muslim who had just been released from jail was brought to my
apartment one day by another brother. After a few minutes of talking to me, he asked me for
$65.00 without specifying for what purpose he needed it or why he thought we should give it to
him. I explained to him that all our funds are collected from donors who voluntarily contributed
for the publication and free distribution of Islamic Affairs, that unfortunately we were not
receiving zakat funds from which he most certainly was eligible to receive a share, and that we
had no funds for any members outside our small group which did, by the way, contain some
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indigent Muslims. But the newly released ex-convict became very angry and, as I was escorting
him to the door, turned to me and said, "I am afraid you yourself may end up paying for this...
with your own life." That was a threat alright, but I brushed it aside and did not comment. A few
days later, one young Muslim brother came to my apartment. He was Habibullah. I and he were
good friends besides being brethren in Islam. He adopted Sunni Islam after forsaking the Elijah's
teachings, and I regarded him as a prospect who might one day embrace our faith. Even if he did
not, I cherished his friendship as I cherish the friendship of many of my Sunni brethren.
Anyway, Habibullah sat at the kitchen table and said to me that I better take that brother's threat
seriously, that that "brother" was not bluffing and was armed, and that he was the type of person
who would not hesitate to kill. Knowing Habibullah and his discretion, I decided to do some-
thing about that threat. The next day I called the homicide section at Fulton County's Police
Department and scheduled an appointment to register a threat on my life. To be on the safe side,
they took, on the phone, basic information about the threat "for the record" in case something
happened from then till my appointment. I was able to make it to that appointment and a detailed
report was filed with the police. The police swiftly and efficiently acted to avoid a new sectarian
strife in a city already riddled by strife. Plainclothes police went to the address of the tiny com-
munity with which that ex-convict was staying and conducted a thorough investigation. As soon
as the man who threatened me came to know about the presence of the police, he left that com-
munity, or he might have been asked to leave, and went to Canada.
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The Shaikh applied for an entry visa to the U.S. as a religious scholar solely to provide
spiritual guidance for the Muslims in America, but his application was turned down by the
American embassies in Baghdad, Tehran, Bonn, London and Beirut. He remained in Beirut in
late 1975 and early 1976 and narrowly escaped an attempt to kidnap him and hold him as a
hostage for political ransom. I started corresponding with him from the time when he was in
London till he fled Beirut. When he was in Beirut, he received a package I sent him which prov-
ed to be quite valuable. It contained a sponsorship letter which I signed detailing how his living
expenses in the U.S. would be met, in addition to copies of Islamic Affairs and photo-copies of
the Society's official certificate of incorporation as well as bylaws. When the Shaikh fled Beirut,
seeking refuge in nearby Damascus, he took the package with him. Once more he submitted his
credentials, including the items I had sent him together with bank statements reflecting funds put
by the Supreme Ayatullah at his disposal, to the American Embassy in Damascus, Syria.
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living room. But I did not charge the shaikh any rent; that would have been very disrespectful to
his status and to the status of the great sage who sent him. And I really enjoyed his company.
Despite his status and calibre, he had a sense of humor..., and he was a good cook. In later years,
after his departure from my apartment, he bought an expensive multilingual A.M. photo-typeset-
ting machine. The Shaikh also had a chance to improve his English and translate some Arabic
articles for his magazine. He also told me about his project to translate the risala of his boss and
also the Holy Qur'an into English in a new method which nobody else had employed before. His
translation of the Holy Qur'an has been in circulation since 1979 (I had to ask its publisher to
provide me with this date, since the work itself did not carry one). It was published by Tah-
rike-Tarsile-Qur'an, Inc. (Distribution of Holy of Qur'an, Inc.) of Elmhurst, New York. The
publisher, Br. Aun Ali Khalfan, is one of our Shi'a brethren who had originally come from
Dares-Salam, Tanzania. It was Khalfan who persuaded Shaikh Sarwar to leave Atlanta and settle
in New York. Volume Two of these Memoirs will Insha-Allah detail the problems the shaikh
later on caused to himself and which ended the period of his mission and brought His Eminence
Hujjatul-Islam Shaikh Fadil al-Sahlani, an Iraqi, to replace him. Sarwar left the U.S. for his
home town Quetta after losing a legal battle against his former boss the story of which is really
ugly and depressing, but when you write about history, you cannot exclude the ugly things.
Shi'a dignitaries paid us visits, and their visits introduced them to the members of our group
and helped shed a light on our activities. Among the most prominent guests we received was his
late eminence Hujjatul-Islam Sayyid Mahdi al-Hakim son of His Late Holiness Ayatullah al-
Uzma Sayyid Muhsin al-Hakim. He was assassinated in Khartoum, the Sudan, by Iraqi
"diplomats" working for the bloody government of Saddam Hussein, and he was escorted by his
nephew Dr. Khalil al-Tabatabai al-Hakim, Secretary-General of the international Shi'a
organization the World Ahl al-Bayt Islamic League. We were also visited by Shaikh Fadlallah
al-Haeri, founder of the Zahra Trust of Texas and a very active missionary, and by representa-
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tives of the Federation of Khoja Shi'a Ithna-Asheri Muslim Communities (presently headquar-
tered in London, England), of Dar Rah-e-Haqq of Qum, Islamic Republic of Iran, and of A
Group of Muslim Brothers (now WOFIS). We welcomed a professor of philosophy at Tehran
University, and an Iranian graduate student who became the Charge d'Affaires at the Iranian
Embassy in London after obtaining his Ph.D. from a university in East Lansing, Michigan. We
were also visited by the first Prime Minister of the Islamic Republic of Iran, namely Dr.
Ebrahim Yazdi, and former Iranian Minister of Commerce Agha Reza Sadr. Dr. Ebrahim Yazdi
was then living in Houston, Texas, and Br. Reza Sadr was living in New York; both were
recipients of Islamic Affairs. Their visits came while our brethren in Iran were struggling against
the corrupt regime of the U.S.-backed Shah. Br. Yazdi had covered almost all his teeth with
gold. There were some dignitaries who wanted to meet me but whose meeting I neither sought
nor welcomed. One of them was an important member of the Agha Khan Isma'ili group in
California. Having skillfully avoided meeting him, he got the message that I was not the type of
person who would sell or compromise his beliefs for any price or to anyone. The frequent con-
tacts with Iranians and the quoting of literature from books published in Iran misled many
people into thinking that I was an Iranian! Little did those people know about the damage the
Society had to suffer at the hands of one particular Iranian physician in Atlanta, namely Dr. Ja-
'fer Tabatabai, whom I was able, after trying for about three years, to involve in our Society's
activities. I have referred to him above while referring to the Islamic Society of Atlanta. His
skirmishes and disputes with me in front of everyone convinced me that I had made a very grave
mistake when I involved him in our Society, and that it was time for me to peacefully withdraw
and go somewhere else.
One reason I can think of is his dissatisfaction with my enthusiasm to promote our Shi'a
faith. Preach Islam, he said, but do not emphasize your School of Thought. He has a lot of Sunni
friends, and he does not want to alienate them. To me, promoting Islam without putting
emphasis on any particular school of thought is easier said than done; it simply is too idealistic,
impractical, unrealistic. We never attacked the beliefs and convictions of our Sunni brethren; we
simply did not appreciate it when they attacked ours. As regarding friends and/or family
members, Islam is above all of them, and the interest of Islam should be served first and
foremost. How many friends and relatives did the Messenger of Allah (pbuh) antagonize and
alienate when he started his da'wah? Did that stop him? The same situation applies to us now
when we see some Muslim women reluctant to cover their hair, or when we see how some of our
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Sunni brethren mercilessly assault our Shi'a faith and spend a great deal of their resources
attacking our beliefs.
The other reason, I believe, served as the last straw. It was as follows:
One day Shaikh Muhammad Sarwar asked me whether we would like to have a mosque.
Sure, I said, who would not love to see a mosque in his town? "There are two major problems,
though," I added. "First, our number is very small," I continued, "and the number of Shi'as who
have American citizenship or who are permanent residents is even smaller. I am not sure if such
a tiny group of the faithful can take care of a mosque which requires a great deal of attention to
man and keep functioning. Second, a very, very small percentage of them follows Islam to the
letter. They are mostly uninformed, corrupted by the un-Islamic environment surrounding them,
and unreliable when it comes to an effort requiring sacrifices." At one of our meetings, Shaikh
Sarwar had to ask the wife of one of the officers of our Society to cover her hair. If the leaders
of a Shi'a community are too weak to implement Islam themselves, how can they be trusted with
the task of urging other members of their community to do so? Such leaders have to be strong
enough to apply the Islamic injunctions relevant to their own selves and their families before
they can be trusted with enforcing them on the rest of the community. Dr. Tabatabai disagreed,
and he was angry because we did not get funds from the Grand Ayatullah for a mosque. All this
soured our relationship and ruined our once beautiful friendship. Building a mosque does not
take a lot of effort; what does take a lot of effort is building a practicing Muslim community.
Early Muslims spent years without having a mosque of their own. One can write an interesting
book about the earliest mosques built in Islam, and one issue he will have to deal with is whether
any mosque at all was built in Mecca after its fall in Muslim hands. Quba Mosque was the first,
but when was it built? After how many years of the dissemination of Islam?
Allah will be the Judge between myself and any of my brethren, and He knows that I have
no rancor towards any of them, and it is His judgment, and only His, do I accept.
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newsletter as many as three times. Among our rebuttals was a letter written by Br. Asgher Ali
Rizvi, once co-editor of Islamic Affairs, falsifying some of the contents of The Great Arab
Conquests by Lieutenant-General Sir John B. Glubb. Another was an open letter I wrote com-
menting on a special report published in the Time of April 16, 1979 titled "The World of Islam."
It was the most bitter letter I ever wrote and probably will ever write. That letter was later repro-
duced by Bilalian News of the followers of Wallace D. Muhammad (Warith ad-Deen
Muhammad, son of Elijah Muhammad) in its entirety without giving credit to its writer. One of
its statements revealed the fact that during the so-called six-day war, U.S. carriers of the 6th fleet
stationed in the Mediterranean provided the Israelis with an air umbrella of U.S. jets which ac-
tually entered in active combat with Arab pilots. On significant religious occasions, we had to
meet at the halls of local universities, then we had to rent the basements of banks in the area. My
two bedroom apartment became too small to accommodate the throng.
1) A letter once reached us from overseas. I do not remember which country it was sent from.
All its sender wrote on its envelope was: Islamic Society of Georgia, Atlanta, Georgia,
U.S.A.; that's all. There was neither a street address nor a zip code number. Nevertheless, we
received it!
2) One Kuwaiti brother apparently cut the imprint of our mail permit number, which appears
on the outside of all issues of Islamic Affairs, and tucked it inside his pocket while returning
home. He knew that Kuwaiti government authorities, like those in Saudi Arabia and many
other countries, are very much anti-Shi'a, and he did not want to be caught carrying issues of
Islamic Affairs; so, he just cut that square piece of paper and "smuggled" it into Kuwait.
Then he pasted it up on an air mail envelope and mailed it to: "Atlanta, Georgia, U.S.A." We
received it! It carried a request to add his name and address to the list of recipients of
Islamic Affairs.
Unfortunately, most Shi'a organizations in the U.S. exhaust their resources during the
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Muharram celebrations, and during the month of Ramadan. During both of these holy months,
they spend as much as they do during the rest of the year. A very small number of them set aside
some money to publish something about their creed. None of them has continued their publi-
cation of a newsletter or bulletin, or whatever, for any significant length of time. Islamic Affairs
is still being published and circulated since 1974 (almost two decades) despite some periods of
cessation caused either by depletion of funds or my involvement in translating classic material
from Arabic into English. We truly believe that Islamic Affairs will enjoy a unique place in the
intellectual history of the Muslims of the U.S. in general, and of Shi'a Muslims in particular. All
of this is achieved by the Grace of the Almighty Who is more concerned about His creed and the
well-being of His servants than anyone among His servants; Alhamdu lillah haqqa hamdih (all
Praise is due to Allah as much as He deserves to be Praised).
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the language of the Holy Qur'an, Islamic principles and ethics, and preparing them to lead the
rest of the Muslims in this very important part of the world into the next century. It, however,
proved unable to continue the publication and circulation of Islamic Affairs, and, most
importantly, it did not stay in touch with our first converts whose whereabouts I have been
trying to trace. With the exception of Br. Tariq Abdel-Salam, the whereabouts of the others are
unknown to me. Also, there were some Shi'a communities which were established, under the
Society's auspices, at some American prisons, and I have no idea what their status now is. Dr.
Akbar Ali Zaidi has been its President since its inception, and Alhamdu-Lillah he and I are still
good friends. I have no contacts with any of the other "officers" of the Society. How famous is
the ISG these days? I looked for its address in several directories of Muslim organizations, old
and new, since so many of them are being published these days, but I did not see it listed in any
of them. Last month (April 1993), I asked Dr. Antar Kabeer Smith of Atlanta University
whether he was aware of the existence of any Shi'a organization or community in Atlanta, and
his answer was negative. Apparently, the ISG has joined the list of several localized Shi'a
organizations not known beyond their limited geographical areas. Recently, Alhamdu-Lillah, I
have met partial success, as indicated above, in tracing the whereabouts of our first Shi'a
converts. Success comes only from the Almighty Who supports the cause of those who truly
believe in Him and fear none but Him, and He makes things happen at the time He chooses, not
we. I plead to Him to shower the Muslims of the world in general and those living in the U.S. in
particular with His mercy and grace, guidance and bliss, and with rewards in this life and the life
to come... Allahomma Aameen, Wassalamo Alaikom wa Rahmatullahi wa Barakatuh.
Yasin T. al-Jibouri
Falls Church, VA 22044
U.S.A.
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