Umm Isa

“In 1947 is de Koude Oorlog in volle gang en krijgt die veel aandacht van de internationale publieke opinie. Op de vraag of hij niet vreest dat het communistische gedachtegoed aan populariteit wint ten gevolge van de steun aan de onafhankelijkheidsaspiraties van de Arabieren, antwoordt Abdelkrim:

Wij zijn grotendeels moslims, wat betekent dat we in de Koran een filosofie en religie vinden die ons volledig bevredigt. We hebben dus geen behoefte aan een verdachte doctrine die vanuit het buitenland komt en in strijd is met onze mentaliteit.”
― Yassin Akouh, Koloniale vloek: De relaties tussen de Marokkaanse staat en de Rif

“Where do we go in these moments of pain, when the world turns black? We always turned to Allah. I prayed to Allah to guide me, to protect me, to help me stop this madness and hasten my release.”
― Mansoor Adayfi, Don't Forget Us Here: Lost and Found at Guantanamo

“After so many years of interrogations, I had learned that praying and reciting the Qur'an completely shut off all my senses so that I didn't hear, I didn't see, I didn't feel anymore. I just existed in the moment but outside the moment. Interrogators could talk for hours. They could do all kinds of horrible humiliating things to me and they did. But it didn't matter anymore.”
― Mansoor Adayfi, Don't Forget Us Here: Lost and Found at Guantanamo

“The chief thing,” commenced Ali the Jackal, "is this. We, who sit here in Fez and watch the Christians walk down our streets with great confidence, knocking lesser persons out of their path — we, who say 'yes’ when they demand money, and tremble when they draw us into their Bureaus for questioning, do not realize that there are poor folk in their own land, humble people, many who cannot read and write, who plough their fields as do we, and are content with their own cattle and grain. These people do not lift their chins when they look at us, but treat us with respect, like our own kind. In his own country the Christian is a bull without horns, but when he comes to live among us he grows long hair about his shoulders and takes on the stature of a wild ox.”
― Carleton S. Coon, The Riffian