The Founder
Arabs had always a connection with the Arab horse; this was enriched after the majority of Arabs converted to Islam, the religion that gave the noble Arabian horse a special privilege.
After years of migrations and Islamic expansion to North Africa and Andalusia our family ancestors was among those who moved to the area of North Africa, these migrations caravans were usually using camels, and obviously the Arabian horse.
The love to the Arabian horse was a heritage inherited in the family, in the 1909 after a lot of disasters that Libyan suffered due to the cruelty of the Italian invasion, a part of my family moved from Sirte towards Tripoli seeking a better secure life after a lot of them were killed or held in concentration camps.
After the family moved to Tripoli my grandfather had a horse but as I was told he didn’t have it for long and after that he didn’t obtain a new one, still the love and passion was there in the stories told, poems, and tradition.
Since I was young I had the epidemic of Arabian horse love, I went to riding school for show jumping, after that my father had a bargain with me stating that if I obtain full marks in 6th grade and I am the first in class I will get my first horse.
Unfortunately I didn’t study hard because I was always day dreaming about my new horse and my father was extremely generous to buy me my first Arabian horse regardless of my marks.
I started participating in racing in Libya in 90s and had good results, winning two seasons in a row the grand prix races in Tripoli with my mare shommok, after that I was chairman of racing committee, also obtained a life time membership both in WAHO and IFAHR.
Arabs had always a connection with the Arab horse; this was enriched after the majority of Arabs converted to Islam, the religion that gave the noble Arabian horse a special privilege.
Arabs had always a connection with the Arab horse; this was enriched after the majority of Arabs converted to Islam, the religion that gave the noble Arabian horse a special privilege.
After years of migrations and Islamic expansion to North Africa and Andalusia our family ancestors was among those who moved to the area of North Africa, these migrations caravans were usually using camels, and obviously the Arabian horse.
The love to the Arabian horse was a heritage inherited in the family, in the 1909 after a lot of disasters that Libyan suffered due to the cruelty of the Italian invasion, a part of my family moved from Sirte towards Tripoli seeking a better secure life after a lot of them were killed or held in concentration camps.
After the family moved to Tripoli my grandfather had a horse but as I was told he didn’t have it for long and after that he didn’t obtain a new one, still the love and passion was there in the stories told, poems, and tradition.
Since I was young I had the epidemic of Arabian horse love, I went to riding school for show jumping, after that my father had a bargain with me stating that if I obtain full marks in 6th grade and I am the first in class I will get my first horse.
Unfortunately I didn’t study hard because I was always day dreaming about my new horse and my father was extremely generous to buy me my first Arabian horse regardless of my marks.
I started participating in racing in Libya in 90s and had good results, winning two seasons in a row the grand prix races in Tripoli with my mare shommok, after that I was chairman of racing committee, also obtained a life time membership both in WAHO and IFAHR.
Arabs had always a connection with the Arab horse; this was enriched after the majority of Arabs converted to Islam, the religion that gave the noble Arabian horse a special privilege.
After years of migrations and Islamic expansion to North Africa and Andalusia our family ancestors was among those who moved to the area of North Africa, these migrations caravans were usually using camels, and obviously the Arabian horse.
The love to the Arabian horse was a heritage inherited in the family, in the 1909 after a lot of disasters that Libyan suffered due to the cruelty of the Italian invasion, a part of my family moved from Sirte towards Tripoli seeking a better secure life after a lot of them were killed or held in concentration camps.
After the family moved to Tripoli my grandfather had a horse but as I was told he didn’t have it for long and after that he didn’t obtain a new one, still the love and passion was there in the stories told, poems, and tradition.
Since I was young I had the epidemic of Arabian horse love, I went to riding school for show jumping, after that my father had a bargain with me stating that if I obtain full marks in 6th grade and I am the first in class I will get my first horse.
Unfortunately I didn’t study hard because I was always day dreaming about my new horse and my father was extremely generous to buy me my first Arabian horse regardless of my marks.
I started participating in racing in Libya in 90s and had good results, winning two seasons in a row the grand prix races in Tripoli with my mare shommok, after that I was chairman of racing committee, also obtained a life time membership both in WAHO and IFAHR.