(Quote of Hiromi Nagakura taken from Marcela Grad’s ‘Massoud—An intimate portrait of the legendary Afghan leader’)
“One night, we were sleeping in Massoud’s small house. At three or four o’clock I went to out to the toilet, because there was not a good toilet in the house. It was completely dark—no light, no moon—but there is one big tree in his garden, a walnut tree. When I was coming back to the house in the dark, I heard a voice coming coming from that tree. I was surprised and thought, somebody is there, let’s listen. I tried to listen very carefully, and soon I understood it was Massoud. He was praying the verses of the Koran: “Ar Rahman, Ar Rahim” (The Beneficent, The Merciful), and he moved around the big tree. I couldn’t talk to him—I would have disturbed him—but I understood that when Massoud had a problem he talked to God.
To me, Massoud was a very good Muslim, and really good Muslims are few—always trying to have contact with God, to talk to God. The Japanese, we pray sometimes, but it’s just a custom, and for most Muslims praying is also just a custom. But for Massoud it was not a custom; his contact with God was very important…”