I had already planned on reposting this photo, but I had no idea that when I did the owner of these books would have departed this world. .
When we went to visit him, we had heard the amazing stories associated with him- and they were enough for us to want to go. From the moment we arrived in Mauritania, with only the most basic of directions to reach him, his name opened doors; at every point in our journey the mere mention of his name turned strangers into helpers. .
Upon our arrival, after a long journey, we were told he had been expecting us, though we had had no way of contacting anyone in the village to tell them we were coming. .
I’ve often reflected over the fact that someone who lives in the most remote of places (by no exaggeration), of whom there are hardly any photos (and no videos to my knowledge), could, in this day and age, attract so many towards him, from all corners of the world, to a place where there are few comforts and life is hard. .
We spent only a short time in his presence- but, in a way, it was enough. That whole journey had an impact- it taught me lessons that I continue to benefit from today- lessons that were wordless, but imparted nonetheless.
I knew, as we left Tuwamarat, that we had experienced something special- that I probably wouldn’t experience it again. And I knew, that there was something special about him, whose presence could be felt, but not put into words. ~ @zara_choudhary .
God have mercy on him.
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