My Shared African Grandmothers Speak to Me

Majid Ali, M.D.

Listen to Everyone and Honor the Words If They Unite.

Shun The Words That Divide Politely If  They Divide.

 Words of My Shared African Grandmothers

I imagine a place called gradmothers’ land in which lived a tribe of grandmothers – a place in Rift Valley. A hundred thousand years ago or earlier my  shared African grandmothers lived true to their elements. Their words reach me as clearly as today as when spoken: Listen to Everyone and Honor the Words If They Unite. Shun The Words That Divide Politely If  They Divide.

God of My Shared African Grandmothers was No Holier Than Gods of Others

My Afro Grandmas shared their breath with people, plants, animals around them, beneath a shared sky and on a shared land benealth them. They were mothers before becoming grandmothers – conceiving babies, carrying them, nursing them, protecting them, nurturing them among their elements. When the babies became young girls and men, they helped the youngsters to make sense of elements around them as well as their changing bodies.

When not threatened by physical dangers, our shared African grandmothers lived with native elemental serenity, in equilibrium with their elements, born of nature, blended with nature, at peace with what they knew of their grandmothers returning back to the earth.

Girls, Boys, Young Women and Men of My Grandmotherland

I imagine my African “gransmotherland” was a land free of pundits, philosophers, preachers, professors, and profiteers. That was a very time long before some “men-of-spirits” arrived to claim lofty a perches – higher ground where lightening storms spoke to them and ordained them as high priests of power. It was a long time before self-annointed men-of spirits proclaimed who owned what and by whom – men’s ownership of women was the prize  they cherished most.

Women of My Grandmotherland Were Not Atheists, Nor Agnostics

I saw a documentary in New York Society of Ethical Culture about athieism. The preoccupation of this documentary was to proclaim that the easiet way to become a better human is to denounce all religions and God. Then the film-maket spoke to put what he thought was the final nail in the coffin of all religions.

Interesting idea! I whispered to Talat, my wife. Some people claim to become superior humans by denying a belief of others, not by doing anything. She asked me to raise that point. I didn’t think that “ethicist” would be open to that consideration. His mind was made up.

Grandmotherland Video Series

Our Shared African Grandmothers Video Series

 Our Shared African Grandmothers Series – Part One

 Our Shared African Grandmothers – Part Two – Grandmothers’ Healing Science of Love

 Our Shared African Grandmothers – Part Three – How Did I First Imagined Them?

 Our Shared African Grandmothers – Part Four – Moon Shot

 Our Shared African Grandmothers – Part Five – The Scientific Way

 Our Shared African Grandmothers Series – Part One

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