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Locating heritage within an Islamic framework
‘Knowing where we come from is not an act of pride or nostalgia but one of accountability. It calls us to remember not only the names of our ancestors but the values they carried.’
By MOEGAMMAD TAHIER KARA
The journey of tracing one’s lineage is not new in our tradition. Our Prophet Muhammad ﷺ knew his ancestry in detail, stretching back twenty-one generations to Adnan. This lineage spans roughly five and a half to six centuries. It was never just a record of descent, but a living memory of faith, character, and trust passed from one generation to the next. The Prophet ﷺ understood his ancestry as part of a moral inheritance, connecting him to those who came before and grounding the community that followed him.
It is said that before the Conquest of Makkah, the tribe of Khuza‘ah was attacked by the Banu Bakr, who were allies of the Quraysh. The leader of Khuza‘ah came to the Prophet ﷺ seeking help and reminded him of an ancient pact of mutual support that had long existed between the tribe of Khuza‘ah and one of the Prophet’s ancestors, Nadr ibn Kinānah. The Prophet ﷺ immediately recognised and honoured that ancient agreement. His knowledge of lineage was not limited to genealogy; it extended to the relationships, responsibilities, and stories that gave meaning to his ancestry.
This story reminds us that knowing where we come from is not an act of pride or nostalgia but one of accountability. It calls us to remember not only the names of our ancestors but the values they carried. Our family trees are starting points. What gives them meaning are the stories, migrations, and quiet acts of faith that link one generation to another. When we trace our heritage, as I have done through the Cape Archives, we are not only reconstructing history but reviving the practice of remembrance that our Prophet ﷺ lived, a remembrance that binds the past and the present through trust, story, and belonging.
Research, memory and the act of memorialisation
My work of tracing my family’s story is part of a wider journey of remembrance. Through my master’s research in Education, I have been studying the development of Islamic education among school-going children in Stellenbosch and how communities created spaces of learning and belonging despite displacement and exclusion. This research has drawn me beyond classrooms and archives into the living memory of the town itself.
In Stellenbosch, the official story is often told through its monuments and vineyards. Yet beneath that surface lies another history, one carried in mosques, madrasas, and homes that became quiet sanctuaries of faith, care, and resistance.
Alongside my academic work, I am involved in an ongoing process of memorialisation centred on Die Vlakte, the area from which most of Stellenbosch’s people of colour were forcibly removed during apartheid. This project aims to map Die Vlakte as it once was, tracing where families lived and how they formed a community before the removals. The first part of this work was completed by Dr Siddique Motala from the University of Cape Town, and the next phase is being facilitated by Professor Aslam Fataar from the Faculty of Education at Stellenbosch University.
Professor Fataar, who also supervises my master’s study, has been a steady source of insight and encouragement in this journey. His guidance links my academic and personal work, helping me see how the recovery of memory, whether in the archive or in the streets of Die Vlakte, can become a form of education itself. He plays a vital role not only in shaping my research but also in the broader effort to reclaim the hidden histories of Stellenbosch and to give voice to those who were erased from its official record.
Whiteness still frames and defines the dominant narrative of Stellenbosch, often obscuring the layered lives and contributions of those who were displaced or silenced.
Reclaiming history carries particular significance here, where much of what is remembered and displayed has been written from a white perspective. Whiteness still frames and defines the dominant narrative of Stellenbosch, often obscuring the layered lives and contributions of those who were displaced or silenced. The act of remembrance, therefore, becomes an act of quiet resistance, a way of restoring continuity where history was interrupted and returning presence to those made invisible.
For me, these writings, this research, and the work of memorialising Die Vlakte belong to one shared purpose: to understand how faith, knowledge, and dignity endured when people’s worlds were being dismantled, and how those inheritances continue to shape who we are today.
Reconnecting the Kara family story
When I first decided to visit the Cape Archives to trace my family’s origins in South Africa, I thought I already knew the story of how my ancestors arrived here. I believed my grandfather was the one who came to South Africa sometime in the early 1930s, since my father was born in 1938. But after spending days poring over documents, old registers, and immigration records, I had to admit that everything I thought I knew was wrong. The archives revealed a far older and more complex history, one that stretched back to 1898, when my great-grandfather, Ibrahim Essop Kara, arrived in South Africa with his wife Fatima and their two sons, Hashim and Mohamed Essop, my grandfather.
According to the records, when they arrived in South Africa, they settled in Malmesbury. Why they chose Malmesbury, I do not know. It appears that an extended family arrived together, although the exact number of members is still uncertain, as my journey through the archives is not yet complete. What is clear, however, is that Malmesbury became the first home of the Kara family in South Africa, a small town that would later serve as a recurring point of return in our family’s history.
The records further indicate that Fatima passed away in 1910. My great-grandfather then returned to India to remarry, as recorded in the archival documents. But as I sifted through the material, another story began to emerge. The documents mentioned that he came back to South Africa with a young girl named Amina. Initially, I assumed she might have been his new wife, but after several phone calls to older relatives and cross-checking family memories with archival clues, a clearer picture appeared. Amina was not his new wife, she was his daughter. The oral history shared by my elders filled in what the archives could not say outright. He had not remarried in India at that time but had brought his daughter back with him. Later, he did marry again, this time to a South African woman also named Fatima. Together they had two more children, Mariam and Ali.
Working in the archives taught me that family history is rarely found in plain sight. It is a slow process of connecting fragments such as birth records, ship manifests, old residence permits, and family stories. The archives give you the skeleton, but it is through conversations with family that the body of the story begins to take shape. While sitting in the reading room, I often found myself phoning elderly relatives, comparing notes, and listening to their memories of people long gone. Those calls were as valuable as the archives themselves. It was through these conversations that forgotten names and places resurfaced, allowing me to fill the gaps that the official documents left open.
As I dug deeper, I discovered that my great-grandfather’s brother, Asmalji Kara, had also come to South Africa. Records showed that he and his family settled in Malmesbury, where they had a daughter named Mariam before returning to India in 1908. Later, it became clear that my grandfather, Mohamed Essop, must have spent some time in India around 1920, where he married his cousin Mariam, likely the same Mariam born in Malmesbury. They had a son named Ahmed before my grandfather returned alone to South Africa, possibly unable to bring his wife and child because of British immigration restrictions at the time.
Upon his return, my grandfather married a local woman from Piketberg named Khatija, whose maiden surname was Monk. The family had by then moved from Malmesbury to Piketberg, which became another important home for the Kara family. I learned through family accounts that the South African-born children of my great-grandfather, Ibrahim Essop Kara, were also born in Piketberg. My father and his brothers were born there too, which makes Piketberg a place deeply woven into our family’s story. Together, my grandparents had four sons: my father Ebrahim, Sulaiman, Yusuf, and Mohamed Mahadin.
My grandmother, Khatija, passed away in 1948, by which time the family had moved to Stellenbosch, where they owned a general store on the corner of Bird Street and Merriman Avenue. After her death, the children were sent to live with relatives in Malmesbury. It was only years later, in 1953, that my grandfather’s first wife, Mariam, was finally able to come to South Africa to look after the children. Her son, Ahmed, however, was not granted permission to immigrate, which remains one of the many questions I still hope to answer through further research.
There are still blanks in the story, missing records, unconfirmed connections, and faint memories of family members like Hashim and Amina, whose lives seem to have faded from both the archives and collective memory. Yet, this journey has already transformed my understanding of who we are and where we come from.
The process of working in the archives, combined with the living memory of family members, has shown me that history is not fixed. It is a dialogue between what is written and what is remembered. Every document uncovered and every phone call made brought me closer to understanding the lives of those who came before me. In the quiet of the archive room and the warmth of family conversations, I found not just facts but fragments of humanity, of love, loss, migration, and resilience that continue to shape our story today.
Moegammad Tahier Kara is a Master’s student in the Sociology of Education (MEd) at Stellenbosch University.
