This memoir of my life starts on one beautiful day of early 2012.
I had just joined Dar-ul-Ishaat as a web developer when God’s angel came to me and I saw a vision.
I saw myself sitting on a sofa in the lobby of some university’s dormitory, where my Monia, my soulmate, was studying.
In front of me was a counter and there was the Counter Guy standing there.
On my right hand was the door. A stupid guy entered, came down the couple steps and went straight to the Counter Guy.
He had come with his arms dangling in a disrespectful manner and asked for Monia.
The Counter Guy rebuked him and that stupid, ill-mannered guy turned around and went straight out.
That amazed me because I wondered “Who is this guy whose orders are obeyed by all and sundry?”
I looked at the Counter Guy to see his face but I observed that I was unable to see his face.
Then I woke up.
“We’re not allowed to see the face of God”, say the Jews.
I sat up and thanked God for saving my Monia for me and taking good care of her through all the years.
He had saved her for me despite my sincere request to marry her to a nice guy who’d treat her well after she had refused my marriage proposal in late June, 1997.
In fact, it was me who had asked her why she won’t go see her mom back in August 1996 soon after I met her for the first time.
She had pointed her finger to her eyes and said “al-Haman” (The neighbors will see me).
But when I slept with her, I took away her shyness because I don’t shy from nor fear bad guys.
Weren’t it these same neighbors who had rushed to save her from the assailants when they had heard her shouts for help and sent the assailants to 10 years of prison?
Weren’t these donkeys aware of Monia’s innocence and assailants’ fault?
Why should one fear or shy away from such idiots?
In the morning, a wicked idea came to me and I offered Monia to escort her till the main square of Immouzzer and she agreed.
Once we reached the turn of her street, I kissed her lips and she kissed me back.
We didn’t fear anyone. We didn’t shy from anyone. We kissed passionately in the main square of the little town of Immouzzer.
Nothing bad happened. No one objected. And why would they?
Weren’t we free people?
By next year, she got rid of all her shyness because I’d frequently take her out and she’d hold my arm. Once, she sat on my laps and we enjoyed a cup of tea.
Sometimes, we’d lip-kiss and show our affection to the world.
In a year’s time, I helped her get rid of fear & shyness and she fool listened to me, refused my marriage proposal and went back to her mom!
It was me who had spoiled our marriage plans!
I did that because I loved her so thoroughly and God had asked me not to take her away from her mom; otherwise she was going to miss her mom.
That’s why I don’t regret my actions.
I had advised her to go back to her mom for her own good because she had left her mom in Fes and had come with her aunt to Immouzzer.
But even after seeing that vision, I fool had failed to see the obvious.
That’s why God resent the angel (whom the Jews call ‘Gabriel’) and I saw the second vision.
I saw I was entering a gymnasium. Monia was the instructor and I was her only client.
She lied down on a blue mattress, threw her hips in the air as my wife, Saima, used to do whenever she enjoyed sex and said “Make love like this!”
Then I woke up and sat up.
I was at a loss to understand. I thought “Why God always asks me to love Saima? Why doesn’t He ask Saima to love me? And why was Monia copying Saima’s ways? Does God want to tell me that Saima no longer loves me? Why? Don’t I already know that?”
I mean what’s the point?
I was so confused. I just kept wondering about God’s strange ways.
Then I suddenly got it: God was telling me “I’m going to dissolve your marriage to Saima and marry you to your Monia”!
I immediately advised God against doing such a horrible thing. I presented my apology to God with all due respect.
I said “No, dear God, don’t you do that, please. Think about my children. I got little children and they’re going to miss their mom and cry “Ma… Ma! What will happen to my poor children?”
“So what should I do then?”, asked God, my Lord.
“Don’t do anything. I don’t want Monia, I want Saima because I got two children now and the children want Saima, not Monia” I said.
“But Saima doesn’t love the children. She uses them. She’s spoiled their school year. She distorts their minds by her continuous bickering & fights.” Said God.
“She indeed is very selfish & evil. Tell you waht. Kill her!” said I, offering God a better solution.