My Late Father – PBUH Reply

You will find that I quote him in most of my articles…..

1          Quote from A Cry For Help! book –

My father was born in the village of Hail Al Ghaaf in Quriyaat in Oman.  He went to East Africa (now Tanzania) when he was 22 years old with his first wife – my later elder Mother Bi Shamsa Khalfan Al-Adhri and my late elder brother Suleiman and late sister Aziza. 

 At that time, during the trip to Africa, they were respectively 12 and 10 years old – if I am not mistaken.   However, in reaching Zanzibar, he was married off to my mother – poor lady at that time doing well in school according to her teacher, late Bi Amina Al-Farsi, who coincidentally happened to be our neighbour later in life.  My mother was only 16 then (I can hear that sigh too!) and for a young girl to be taken out of school and be married off was the norm during those days and parents had just to be obeyed to avoid great risks and dangers to one self if otherwise! A child at best at age in thoughts and in body, she was taken away from school and married off to her cousin (who coincidentally was married too and with children!).

My mother always said that she never forgave her dad for this, even if we tease her – even if we came along?  Our grandfather had the vision that it was enough for his daughter to be able to write her name in English and Arabic – and what education did she need more? So she could write love letters to boys in her school? Far later in life, this was the main cause of divorce between him and my grandmother – though at that particular time when my mother needed her the most, she was not around to save her daughter from an early marriage.

 As a Reader you may well ask – if your mother was not married off early in life, perhaps you would not be born and we would not today be reading your book! Frankly if you ask me I would prefer my mother’s happiness than my own! But we have no choice in such matters, and life sometimes is like a drama and we have just to our casted role set out in that drama, and we need just to play our cast well in life!

 Anyway, the good angelic mother got on to have 11 other children (a full football team as the joke goes around) with 4 brothers and 6 sisters – one passed away at an early stage.  Her name was Khadija (peace be upon her – pbuh) and she had no chance of survival because she never cried when she was born (at home) and the mid-wife (a family member) hardly knew what she was actually doing.  But, then in this part of the world, we are all ‘fatalistic’ and these things have already been destined to happen – and they happen for a reason!

My Mother PBUH has also expired now – Unquote!

2          From The Column – Quote – From Oman FM Radio Interview – June 2007

JR (AnnouncerJudith Razak) – Who has the greatest influence in your life than anybody else?

MS  (me) – I think it is my Father more than anybody else because my Father was straight forward. He made a lot of friends and he also made a lot of enemies too. Because if somebody upset him … he never went about a long way to tell him so. My Father sometimes when we invite guests to our house … he is dead now … so Father … Father please Father … please put the brakes on! He would say … the food is for you .. eat it … I am not going to tell you more than once … you are the guests … the food is for you … eat it. I tell Father … you do not have to tell them these things … you know he is straight forward. And he has been telling us … that you should not be afraid … tell the truth even if it may cost you …you must do the same thing  … but please do not go for lies.

3          Our Family Origins in Oman.

Parents – Hayll Al Ghaaf in Quriyat in Oman

Grandparents and Great Grandparents – from Manah – Oman.

However I was born in Zanzibar (Tanzania) with 8 sister and 5 brothers… one sister died. So elder brother and sister. PBU Them Amin.

My Father had … two wives!

Best Regards,

Majid Al Suleimany

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