Cherished Memories of Africa — Page 94
76 well. Our companion Biggy Sow watched all that very intently. All that time I was feeling uneasy at my heart thinking of Modou Saarr, who had gone across to Mauritania. How would the Mauritanian police treat him? He might have returned to Senegal in some boat late at night; where would he spend his night, where would he eat? Thinking that, I said to my companions, ‘let us go back to the river-bank, Modou Sarr may come back’. Our companion (Biggey Sow said, he too wanted to accompany us back to his village. We resumed our talk on the way. The muallims told him (about me), ‘he is our Amir’. He said that he had never seen a Muslim jama’at in Senegal with that degree of equality and human sympathy. ‘Therefore, I request you to visit our village and tell all our village people about Ahmadiyya jama’at in detail. ’ I made a firm commitment to visit the village the following day, God willing and talk about the jama’at in detail. After that we went to the river bank and waited for Modou Sarr but he did not turn up. Where to spend the night that was the problem. We approached the imam of the nearby village, told him that we were strangers and needed help to spend the night. He said he had no room to offer us. We said that we would sleep anywhere if he would only let us in. May Allah bless him, he agreed. He showed a verandah for us to sleep there, if we could. It was a God-send for us. We were dead tired, therefore, fell asleep very soon. They say, if you are sleepy you will doze off anywhere, in whatever condition you are in. We woke up in the morning, went to river bank and met Modou Sarr there. He could not come in the night because there was no boat available. We thanked God.