In the Name of the Brother

My younger brother Mustapha disappeared for almost one year. He cut any contact with us, his family. We lived then in fear and distress. One evening, after his long absence, my mother receiv... Read allMy younger brother Mustapha disappeared for almost one year. He cut any contact with us, his family. We lived then in fear and distress. One evening, after his long absence, my mother received a phone call. He had settled down in the Madrasa Nahlia, a Koranic school of religious ... Read allMy younger brother Mustapha disappeared for almost one year. He cut any contact with us, his family. We lived then in fear and distress. One evening, after his long absence, my mother received a phone call. He had settled down in the Madrasa Nahlia, a Koranic school of religious teaching in the mountains, 90 km from Marrakesh. We went to meet him, my mother and I. Thr... Read all