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(ANALYSIS) Two years ago, I found myself inside the Qadiriya Boutchichiyya zawiya (Sufi lodge) in Madagh, located in northern Morocco, not as a journalist but as a spiritual seeker.
The dhikr (remembrance ritual) began slowly, like heartbeats, then accelerated until it became a collective pulse. My body moved without my will. My head nodded mechanically, my hand rose unconsciously, and my spirit broke free from gravity.
Around me, bodies pressed together. Sweat mixed with tears as the chant intensified: “Allah … Allah …” Each…