Born in 1961 in Jeedah Saudi Arabia the ninth child for the grand judge of that, up to then, quiet city crowning the red sea. Quiet it was, yet not uneventfully , specially in the humble house of the grand judge sheik Mohammed Al Harkan in the district of kandra. My mother, for example, clearly remembers two important events from these days. An expected gift to my father from monarch King Saud which incited him to give me his name. And a year or so later a visit of a tall light skin black man whose words and deeds would, at a later stage, turn my life upside down. Malcom X the black American civil-right leader was in our home in Kandra when I was three and became (through his book) my first teacher in the art of freedom when I reached sixteen.

Then times passed and things changed. I grew up to be a very shy child and tiny city grew to be an aggressive metropolis. And our roads parted never to meet again.

Nourished by some toxic mixture of mysticism and perfection , I went from exile to exile. The west was my first train stop, which alas lasted for five short years. Then, Asia lured me to its hidden secrets giving me knowledge yet stripping me of the last traces of innocence. The richness of it past against the plight of the present was far too much for me to bear.

My next home was in Africa, exactly in the tiny island of Mauritius where I found the light. It was there that I commenced my journey to the land of imagination and it was there that I learnt to speak the language of the heart. In Mauritius I meet my mentor and guide late sheik Ahmod Kadreebux (May Allah bless him in Paradise) who showed me the road and taught me the disciplines of every knowledge seeker.

I do not want to forget in this concise account of my eventful life three important characters who were extremely influential in shaping my thoughts and pen; «His eminence» Mamde Kdreebux, my brother Abdullah and my wife Fatmah. Mamade and Abdullah with their exceptional mastery with words and commendable characters ( Mamde taught me, in specific, how to see and analyse, Abdullh how to dream of a perfect world). Then, at later stage came Fatmah, that resilient woman, to teach my courage and humility.

Finally, I ended up in Dubai to be a witness to how much modernization can hurt the soul and be ready for a new call.