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| Anette Mattsson with the Monogramm son, *Ganges |
"All my life I have lived among horses, and love them." - Prince Mohamed Aly Tewfik
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| Anette Mattsson with the Monogramm son, *Ganges |
"All my life I have lived among horses, and love them." - Prince Mohamed Aly Tewfik
The best horses I’ve ever ridden—the ones that tackled four- and five-star tracks with ears pricked and hearts open—didn’t go because I had a whip in my hand. They went because they trusted me." - Matt Brown, The Chronicle of the Horse, Opinion: It's Time to Let Go of the Whip
In a recent We Love Arabian Horses Podcast, Michael Byatt, who has been part of the Arabian horse community for 50+ years, spoke of a progressive mind-set, essential for fostering growth in our breed community. He urged us to move away from the comforting tangles of the status quo, because it's a different world now and simply, those old ways are no longer working in our modern society.
In 2012, Dr. Stephen Peters, together with Martin Black, published Evidence-Based Horsemanship, the landmark publication which introduced Equine Neuroscience, that is, the science-based study which unites medical principles, with biology and psychology, in order to better understand how the nervous system functions and how it impacts behavior cognitively and emotionally. At the center of the nervous system is the brain. It's important to note that everything a horse does, every movement a horse makes, has to first go through the brain.
Everything.
Prior to the publication of Evidence-Based Horsemanship, we had a wealth of tradition-based theory, not backed by science and up until the natural horsemanship movement, an unwilling attitude to change any of it, for the good of the horse. 13 years later, Dr. Peters has established equine neuroscience within the horse-centric community and continues to offer clinics, webinars and podcasts, while publishing additional books like Neuropoetry, a collection of poems allowing the reader to understand the nervous system, from the sensory perspective of a horse. A month ago, Dr. Peters released another book (which very quickly sold out) on Equine neuroscience titled Horse Brain Science, and some time this fall, Dr. Peters and Martin Black will finally publish the most anticipated "sequel", The Science and Practice of Evidence-Based Horsemanship. I can't help but wonder if building a relationship which respects the horse's nervous system is part of what Michael Byatt was referring to in the podcast, regarding a progressive attitude and a step away from the same old, same old.
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| TB Helwa (Ibn El Nil Rahim x TB Hasna) bred, owned & photographed by Monika Savier of Tre Balzane Stud |
"I'd say the biggest thing is to remember why you started in the first place. For me, no matter how tough things got, I always came back to the fact that I loved horses. If you can find that love and passion for what you're doing, it'll carry you through the tough times." - Matt Brown, 5-star eventing rider, in an article written by Tyler Held for Eventing Nation, Between the Ears
How does one photo metamorphasize with such power into something bigger, than what is an image of a horse, frozen in time? I have seen this particular mare's photo in several issues of the Tutto Arabi publications, never really aware of the impact it was making upon my subconscious.
Life has become weird, nothing makes sense anymore, not even the truth, if you can still find it. Only in those moments when my mind begins to wander, and I am free from the grip of the brokenness that surrounds me, it is celebratory to find TB Helwa, as physically, she is reassurance that while the world may have changed, classic Arabian horse type still remains timeless. She is an extremely beautiful mare, close-coupled, rounded lines, a strong, smooth topline, well-sprung ribcage, her neck meets her head at an angle to form a finer throatlatch and her head is as dry as one would expect a desert queen to be. That's what she is for me, a picture perfect example of what I imagine to be is, an authentic desert horse.
As beautiful as this mare is, her pedigree is equally fascinating, as more of the pedigree is dominated by a few key horses. You might miss it at first glance but a deeper dive within the pedigree will reveal the strategic use of the bloodlines in this mare's genetic history. You find concentrated pockets of bloodlines, which in turn point you to still other ancestral groups, all interconnected. For example, her matriline, which happens to be one of my favorites in straight Egyptian breeding, traces back to Mahfouza, through her daughter by Anter, Maysa. Mahfouza was a 1943 bay mare, bred by the Inshass Stud, whose pedigree does not include any of the Blunt desert horses. Mahfouza's sire was Hamdan (Ibn Rabdan x Bint Radia) and her dam was El Mahrousa (El Zafir x El Shahbaa), a 1937 mare bred by the Inshass Stud. El Mahrousa's dam, El Shahbaa, foaled in 1925, was an Abeyyan strain mare, sired by a Hamdani stallion, she was purchased by King Fouad in 1931. The genetic influence of Maysa is reinforced through Montasir, the sire of Ibn El Nile Rahim. Maysa is the maternal great granddam of Montasir.
Ansata Halim Shah appears in multiple lines, contributing almost 22%, however, his sire, *Ansata Ibn Halima, more than doubles his son's influence, in terms of the number of lines via several of his daughters, in addition to sons. The same can be said of Hanan, the dam of the stallions, *Jamil and Salaa El Dine, as well as the mares, KEN Amal and Ashraff, whose sire, Mohafez, an *Ibn Moniet El Nefous son, connects with his paternal sibling, Moniet el Sharaf. Speaking of Mohafez, his Babson ancestry through Ahroufa, connects with the Ansata mares: Jellabia (Maarqada) and the Nile prefixed mares who trace back to Falima (Fa-Habba). And what about Ansata Nile Charm, an Ansata Ibn Sudan daughter, whose dam, Ansata Nile Queen was also by Ansata Ibn Sudan?
TB Helwa is a proven broodmare, some may even call her elite, with 8 foals to her credit, her last foal, a filly by Naseem Al Rashediah was recently foaled, April 8, 2025 and she is currently in foal to Hilal Al Waab (Sinan Al Rayyan x Sharuby HP). She has produced 2 other fillies by Jamil Al Rayyan and 5 colts by NK Hafid Jamil, Al Adeed Al Shaqab and also, Jamil Al Rayyan. It will be interesting to consider the similarities/differences between her Al Adeed colt, TB Ashhal and Hayet Al Salem, her Naseem Al Rashediah (Al Adeed son) filly.
Congratulations to her breeder, Monika Savier for her clever use of the genetic influences, which when combined, resulted in this gorgeous mare, TB Helwa.
Once, there was a Bedouin chieftain by the name of Hatim. He was the most prosperous of all the desert sheikhs, his camp occupied a fertile oasis, in the middle of the great desert. His flocks of sheep, goats, camels and horses were the largest in the land. Hatim was a noble man, generous and kind. No guest ever left his camp empty-handed, receiving far more than a person could ever expect to receive. His compassion for his fellow man was legendary and many of his people never forgot the day when 400 men, women and children arrived in their camp, driven from their homeland by famine. Hatim ordered the slaughter of forty camels, which he then had roasted, so the people without a country could begin to satisfy the hunger that burned within them. Even in the most mundane moments of life, Hatim honored the code of conduct established by those who came before him, with honor, tolerance and kindness. When he was a child, the story of Abraham and how he had unknowingly entertained angels, had made a strong impression upon him, which he never forgot. Should an angel ever decide to visit him, he would find a comfortable place to rest, where his hunger and thirst would be met, until the moment he decided to continue his journey.
Hatim practiced his beliefs, always with a smile upon his face and love in his heart, giving freely to all who asked, never questioning the need of those who stood before him and asked for help. Despite the goodness of Hatim's generosity, some were suspicious of his altruistic nature and felt the need to test Hatim's good nature. One such man was the Sultan of Roum, a cold-hearted ruler who was jealous of Hatim and the love people felt for him. He wasn't willing to share his people's affection with anyone, much less Hatim. He believed that Hatim's philanthropic nature was not genuine, a way for Hatim to initially build trust and then, manipulate it for his personal gain. For example, a man would say, "here is Hatim, who freely gives to the poor. I will buy from Hatim, because he defrauds no one and I will pay his full price, rather than haggle with him, as I believe that he is being as fair with me, as he is with others."
One day, the Sultan decided to put Hatim's generosity to the test. He wondered what Hatim cherished and would refuse to give to another. He asked this question of his vizier, who was also convinced that Hatim's generosity was false. And so spies were sent out into the oasis where Hatim lived, to observe him and to find the one thing that Hatim loved, more than anything else he had ever known.
Duldul was a sparkling white stallion, rumored to be the finest horse bred by any Bedouin in the desert. Many Bedouins have spent their lifetimes trying to breed a horse like Duldul, never to realize the level of quality that Hatim had bred within his own herd. Duldul was raised with Hatim's children, living in the same tent with them, sharing daily life and all that goes with it. Duldul loved Hatim, for he had never been spurred or whipped and was a cherished member of Hatim's family.
Duldul was the fastest horse in the desert, the winner of many races, the prizes of which had made Hatim a celebrated breeder of asil desert horses. The horses that Duldul sired were the envy of the other tribesman who did not dare to wage war against Hatim, for fear of the skilled horsemen mounted on Duldul's get, who were not only as fast as their sire was but never tired. When the spies returned and told the Sultan of Duldul, the Sultan then decided that Duldul offered the greatest opportunity to test the generosity of Hatim. "I will not ask him for a price," the Sultan explained, "but I will ask for the horse as a gift. If he refuses, which I believe he will, then all the world will know that Hatim's generosity is a farce and I will finally destroy him!"
Accompanied by ten of his finest soldiers, the Sultan sent his trusted Vizier towards the camp of Hatim. It was a long journey, made during the wettest season of the year. For 20 long days the group made their way in the desert, meeting many challenges and experiencing great hardship. They had underestimated the difficulty of their journey and when they finally arrived at Hatim's camp, they were half-starved and in pitiable condition. Soon, a horseman, astride a magnificent stallion met them. It was none other than Hatim, mounted on Duldul, who immediately took pity on the Vizier and his men. He had quickly assessed the situation and realized that the men were in dire shape. He hastened to provide quickly for their comfort and ushered them into the most comfortable section of the largest tent in the camp. Their wet clothing was exchanged for warm, dry clothes, the best that Hatim could offer them, taken from his own personal chests. Dinner was delayed but when finally served, the men were amazed over the great variety of meats served to them. There was little food in the camp, as the rest of the tribe was still on their way back from the summer pastures. There was no fruit and a little bread to offer, however, the meats, which were broiled, boiled, roasted, made into soups and savory dishes, were beyond anyone's imagination, a reminder of the royal meals they enjoyed at the Sultan's palace. After eating their fill, the men retired and slept soundly, which they had not done since leaving the palace. In the morning, after personally experiencing all of the bounty of Hatim's generosity, the Vizier was ashamed of the errand that the Sultan had charged him with and so, the Vizier explained to Hatim, the Sultan's wishes. To which Hatim replied, "if only you had told me this, when you first arrived at my camp. I was not prepared to receive guests, as we have only arrived in this oasis for a few days, the rest of my tribe and the flocks of sheep, goats, camels and horses are still on their way, having been slowed by the torrents of rain we encountered on our way home from our summer pastures. When you arrived, wet, hungry and at death's door, what else could I do but provide comfort to you? For what would be said of me, if I failed to provide you with a warm place to sleep, dry clothes to wear and nourishing food to eat? Then my hospitality and generosity would be a falsity and people would forever know me as Hatim, who sent the hungry away from his tent unfed. I could not bear the thought of not offering my guests the nourishment that you so obviously needed. When you return to the Sultan, tell him that the horse he wished for, the horse that he sent his most trusted advisor and soldiers to find, Duldul, who knew my every wish, obeyed my every word, who brought joy to my heart and put a spring in my step, was cooked for your supper.
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| AK El Sennari (*Ibn Moniet el Nefous x Il Bint Khedena) |
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| My favorite photo of *Lancers Sahm |