The following is the first part of an autobiography that is being written by my brother Yacin. The following parts will be posted as soon as our friend Faisal is done translating them. Enjoy 
I was born on Monday the 10th of the tenth month.
My grandfather was a kind religious man… He influenced the whole family.
Yet he didn’t force any modality upon us, minding his own business only.
He used to be wrapped with that warm gentle light aura.
My parents still lives almost separated, each in a country, in a friendly incomprehensible relation.
Since my early childhood my relatives & neighbors realized I was different than the rest of children.
I almost didn’t play with children… Was isolated… Loved people… Never found any attraction in children’s play.
Loved listening to the elder’s conversation, used to listen a lot to my uncle’s political debates.
My life was influenced immensely & was impacted by something… When I laid down in bed for sleep my mother recited verses from the Holy Qur’an… Later she left the Walkman playing the Qur’an until I fell asleep. This was my first contact with Allah & divinity.
In my childhood mystical happenings would take place… For instance:
The moment I laid down for sleep looking up, there wouldn’t be a ceiling but I would directly see the vast star filled sky… My mind was simple, this didn’t seem unnatural.
The instant I entered the sleep worlds, I would find infront of me a Caucasian man setting on a golden throne erected above a sea of light…
I witnessed this nightly, whispering to myself this is Allah “God”.
By time when my mind started to get clouded by the worldly thoughts I started perceiving this Caucasian man as a good saint… Because God can’t be a Caucasian.
Also another mystical happening took place… Seeing things prior to manifesting & seeing things I’m being told as if happening before my eyes.
I once also experienced teleportation… Bending to drink tap water with my hand, I saw the image of my younger brother on the wall hit by a motorcycle, uncontrollably screaming I found myself standing 40 meters away from our house infront my brother while the motorcycle hitting him.
Thank God it was a minor accident…
These are all scattered happenings… But there was this one constant thing in my life & found it very strange in nature… I perceived it as a sign of Divine love towards me & my close proximity from Him.
That is I could never lie… and if I lied & said something that is untrue no matter how big or small it would happen as I said it so that it won’t be a lie…
Another thing that my family considered unusual, is I had very early childhood memories of things took place between the age of one & tow… My family didn’t believe what I remembered & thought I heard it from them.
This was all before the age of 10… Reaching puberty I became more earthly, appearing like the rest of people… But this change was short lived.
My heart became alive again at the age of 14… Falling for a girl whom I saw once before … Destiny brought us back together … She was the cause to shift my attention from mind to heart…
I went through a period of disbelieve and mental atheism… But my heart wouldn’t stop longing for divinity. It was just a state of passing coldness… This love once again ignited the fires within my heart.
My love story for her ended but was enough to revive the heart once again and make alive that ancient divine love.
IN a short period of time I returned to devotion, prayers & fasting… And when I stood infront this girl I wouldn’t see her …She appeared to me translucent & saw a light from behind her form… It was that light which I really fallen for & loved.
At this period sleep has left me, I would spend the nights in prayers & devotion…
Love grew & divine longing burned me…
My body became fragile & my strength dwindled…
I prayed to Allah saying: "I worship & pray to you in all the ways I know …but where was all this leading to!! …. This is not what I want! I don’t want to spend my life time worshipping you without looking at you!!.. I want to see you.
I would hit my chest like a gorilla wanting to penetrate my heart & ascend to Allah… not knowing how… I just cried & screamed take me to YOU.
I stayed in this state for a long time…
One day my story started as follows: I was praying in a mosque… Suddenly I saw a luminous form… A translucent luminous man, walking out of the front wall to come & stand by me… I was certain that this was the prophet!! I said internally: this is the messenger & I was shy to talk to him because people would think I have lost my mind talking to myself.
This would manifest with each prayer … on the seventh day I left the mosque… Walked a little in the dark street…
I found this luminous man at the end of the street… rushed to him, he was standing alone I got close… He pushed his hand with force penetrating me chest & squeezed my heart… My scream filled the space due to pain… at the same time the sky ripped open with a great light.
Then this light disappeared.
Since that day & this luminous man appears in my sleep… I see him surrounded by people their faces made of light… Devotees listening to his words in silent reverence…
In less than a week I met a young man… Nothing special about him… We me in front of the mosque, he greeted me & asked me: Do you know what the meaning of good devotees is??
In wondered what does he want & whom he thinks he is?
He said: Good devotees are the kings of the worlds, they know God… He reach to his wallet & showed me a picture…
“This is my master” He said.
I was baffled from what I saw… Couldn’t believe it… It was the same luminous man that was appearing to me.
The young man wasn’t surprised at all & showed not any sign of wonder from my reaction… Even before I could utter a word he said: " Do not convey anything, I guess you have experienced something with my master, you are not the first"
I asked this young man who became my friend instantly to take me to his master immediately… He told me there are certain procedures that are a must before I could visit the master & I should follow this new Sufi path… Pointing me to attend satsangs in one of the ashrams’ path.
I hadn’t the sliest idea about Sufism & masters… Now previous knowledge at all…
All what mattered is to meet this graceful luminous man whom his reality bewildered me…
Sidi Tarhooni my friend, informed me that they meet three times weekly & agreed to attend with him the next one… We met & walked an hour until we reached the ashram… A very humble square place with a a door painted in red & green written on it “Knowledge & practice”… I entered & found the place to a be a dark room with men sitting cross legged reciting the holy name “Allah” in a deep long strong voice… I felt awe… I sat still watching them… After a while then turned the lights on & started the meeting… Different ages & faces but all had this same silent look… They moved in such am organized manner as if they were soldiers… All would smile when our eyes met… otherwise each was busy in himself… We were in lines & facing us was a tall big built man… He was the prince of the ashram.
The meeting was divided into reciting a private long prayer, they recited, chanted & did Thikir as a group… Then the prince of the ashram " Sidi Alabidi" gives a satsang talk… All leaves afterwards. One of the elders asked me at the end: “Do you want to enter the path?”, I didn’t understand what is the path at that time but because this was the way to meet that luminous man who penetrated my life so I agreed. The ritual of initiation was that the initiator & I got surrounded by wayfarers… He held my hand & initiated me & made me understand the purpose of all of this is to realize Allah “God”. When all was complete the wayfarers rejoiced & started chanting… I didn’t understand why all this joy!! As I knew at that time wayfarers in this path were in the thousands, so why rejoice for me!! They said because you have reached your purpose where all my suffering will end & by getting initiated all past life was wiped clean & I’m a bride celebrated by the angles of the skies
I returned home & slept as I was exhausted… Woke up in the middle of the night & a strange thing happened, I woke up with a very unusual light feeling in my body… I turned & found my physical body was still laying down on bed! … I didn’t really understand what is going on but I had no fear at all… I went to check on my mother in the other room & found that I simply walked through the wall & was beside her… I was semi floating, intentions were enough for any shift, returned back to my room looked down closely at my body… Suddenly from the corner of the room that luminous man walked in… The master that I haven’t met yet… This time he was so big & great with blue eyes… Slowly he returned to the appearance that I used to see him in. Holding my hand he took me to the biggest mosque in town & introduced me to his deceased master. He made me stand beside them. Wayfarers lined in thousands were passing by saluting me… After completing this ritual, to my room the master took me back & handed me his rosary… Understanding that I should do the Thikir “mantra” that I was given earlier by the prince of the ashram. I stood reciting the Thikir in my etheric body & my physical body laying underneath me until I completed it… My master reappeared grasped his rosary & left.
Nightly I would see a different vision, the second day I read in the sky “I am Allah” written with clouds… I told my brothers wayfarers they whispered & questioned, did he realize the truth this fast!! I didn’t understand them. Later I understood what they meant & surely I didn’t realize anything at that timeJ.
I frequent the ashram almost daily… I asked when can I meet the Master? They said now it is not possible as at least three months should have passed in the path… You must be a somehow prepared… This a condition set forth by the master & during his master time it was 6 months at least… They said it is my fortune to be able to see him from afar in the yearly celebration that is held in his hometown where he resides… This was going to be within 20 days… I informed my parents of my travel to meet the master… I won’t mention the resistance, scolding & the mockery I encountered from them, to cut it short: I did travel on the 25th day of being initiated into the path.
Journeying 7 hours in a big buss… We finally reach the desert region where the Master abides… 50 busses had reached before us… 4 to 5 thousands wayfarers were inside the ashram chanting together in one uniform… I joined & chanted with them… I kept looking here & there thinking the Master will appear… I waited… Several hours passed by & they called in microphones: "Those who got initiated before 3 months & will get initiated into the great name stand in lines to enter the Master’s sanctum on the roof "… A wayfarer poked me telling me go line up with them… I responded & stood with them in on of these long rows… There was this big bellied Caucasian man standing at a closed door… He asked each: "How long since you have been initiated? “Do you do your mantras?”… He looked at wayfarers in a strange way with sharp eyes… The inner eye… A wayfarer replied: “I have been in the path 2 months & 25 days”… “you can’t enter, at least 3 months should have passed” said The big bellied man.
I have been in the path 25 days only!!.. Will I not be able to meet my Master!!.. That luminous man who once with his penetrated my chest & squeezed my heart!!.. At that moment on the roof I felt a shiver in my body & a very strange feeling; something has descended from above… At this very same moment an internal dialogue took place, an important dialogue that would shift my whole life: “Yacin… Now you are about to get in the presence of the successor of the messenger of God… The master who represents God… Yacin, since you have reached this place then you are already there… You shall realize without a doubt… Yacin be alert & feel the greatness of this moment” At this moment with my bare eyes I saw the whole universe shifting into golden luminous waves… All what was around me became waves… I moved forward in the line… Now it is my turn… The big bellied man was meant to also ask me the same questions but in a sudden move he placed both of his hands on my back opened that closed door & pushed me hard inside saying" You enter".
,He’s a saint.
