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Translator: Els De Keyser Reviewer: Christel Foncke

I am Mohamed El Bachiri,

a Belgian-Moroccan,

Muslim and resident of Molenbeek.

With this name, these religious convictions

and the reputation of the town where I live,

I am considered, by part of the population and the world,

a potential terrorist.

And that has quite an impact on me.

I am also the spouse of Loubna Lafquiri,

the love of my life,

my friend, the mother of my children,

who passed away during the attacks in Brussels on March 22, 2016.

Loubna,

a woman of incomparable beauty and infinite goodness.

Her eyes on me, her smile, her presence

made me the most handsome,

the luckiest

and the happiest of all men.

Today, my sadness is unquantifiable,

and love is the only thing that keeps me going.

The love I have for my wife,

for my children,

for life

and for humanity.

A love that inspired me

to call for 'jihad'

one evening, in a church,

where Muslims, Christians, and others had shared a meal as brothers.

Yes, I called for 'jihad'.

Mind you,

not just any 'jihad'.

I refer to the jihad that knows no hatred,

as hate is a heavy burden that blackens our hearts.

I am talking about the true, the noblest, most beautiful battle

for Muslims

who oppose terror.

This jihad encourages us to go to the other,

our brother who is different,

to smile at him, understand him and show him our empathy.

This jihad loves in order to exist,

seeks to embrace in order to snuff the flames of resentment,

and does not impose its truth,

as it is said in the Quran:

La ikraha fi dine.

No constraints in religion.

This jihad, my jihad,

cries out its love for the West,

this part of the world where I was born and which has given me so much.

I am a child of the universe, your brother in humanity.

This jihad should be the answer

Muslims give to those who seek to divide us

and to propagate violence and terrorism.

As if they were on a battle field,

the agonising cries of the defeated

were a symphony to the glory of a victorious God.

Cursed be the war, cursed be terrorism.

I return to the essence, love,

this cornerstone which should support all ideas,

all beliefs, all humans.

It should be a universal force

and the basis of all communication between us human beings.

In this relationship based on love,

nothing has the pretence of holding the real truth,

much less the will to impose it.

This quest for truth

is inside every one of us.

It is one of the characteristics of 'the rational creature' that we are.

The journey I chose is Islam.

But this road,

I chose with the objective of reaching what the Greeks called

'ataraxia', the state of having a tranquil soul.

I wish that for every one of us.

The journey I chose is Islam,

but I chose this road, because I am, above all,

a human being.

So, it is only logical

to put my humanity above my Muslim identity.

My humanity, with all its humanistic values

that come with it:

the sanctity of life, free will

and the brotherhood of man.

Being a Muslim humanist means accepting, savouring

and considering it a privilege

to live in diversity.

It is also the capacity

to put into perspective certain texts of the Quran,

more specifically the passages on war,

and to consider them as historical accounts typical of the 7th century,

which shouldn't, by any means, be used to hurt or kill other people.

Being a Muslim humanist means

taking an interest in our common history,

the history of humanity,

with all the great men who made the world advance.

These men of Ancient Greece, of Mesopotamia,

of Rome, of China, of the East and the West.

It means stopping for a moment to look at the heavens,

to turn to our neighbour, to smile at him and to understand him.

And even if my neighbour

is the antithesis of my thoughts, my beliefs,

this is all right.

As Heraclitus said:

there is truth in everything and its opposite.

I, myself, am a contradiction,

divided between reason and mysticism, conviction and scepticism.

But always, and until my last breath,

carried by love.

In these difficult and uncertain times, I call for dialogue and exchange,

and rather than lingering on the madness and the hatred of some,

let us turn toward the genius and the goodness of humanity.

Those are and will remain the true sources of inspiration and hope

for those who will inherit the Earth:

our children.

I would also highlight the importance of culture,

as it opens our minds.

When I see Averroes, a Muslim philosopher

who translated,

who ensured

the translation of numerous Greek texts,

and provided commentaries on them,

who ensured the transfer

of a great deal of Aristotelian thought to the West,

which contributed to the Renaissance...

When I see him immortalised at the Vatican Palace

in a fresco painted by Raphael,

I can only be overpowered by emotion

and conclude that we, Muslims,

can and have already contributed to the grandeur of the West

and humanity.

And that, in the end, there is no 'clash of civilisations',

but rather, magnificent encounters. I would like to conclude

with a text I wrote shortly after losing my wife,

as a response to those who have destroyed my life.

It is titled 'Allahoakbar'.

I believe it is the Allahoakbar of most Muslims.

Allahoakbar soft murmur from the heart

that can't be heard,

but is so much more true than the one used to destroy.

Allahoakbar for the love I have

and for the Cherifian kingdom.

Allahoakbar for beauty,

for art, for this oeuvre that releases such a strong emotion

that it would make the coldest of hearts melt into tears.

Allahoakbar for all this diversity,

these people with whom we discuss, exchange and accept that, in the end,

each one of us has his truth in a spirit of brotherhood.

Allahoakbar when we disapprove of violence

and we work toward peace and friendship between peoples.

Allahoakbar when I smile

the atheist or the Christian.

Allahoakbar for those who have understood

that God is love and the salvation of men

will only come through this universal force

expressed for our neighbour.

Allahoakbar, sweet thought and prayer

for you, Loubna, my love

and for all victims

who will forever live in our hearts and our memories.

Thank you.

(Applause)