This unfinished project was intended as a collection of prose poetry about women, and heterodox inscoupçonnés models for our girls, as these examples are not all necessarily set foot in both borrowed from the path of showbiz. Another of my criteria for my research subjects was the action: even if some of them met a tragic end, I wanted women of action and not passive victims. I leave my readers to judge my choice, my initiative and the rest.
In memory of Saida Saida
Menebhi
Under the blazing light of Morocco in the 1970s, a wave shy tormented the current influence of the mob. She was swallowed unfortunately victim among hundreds of others, by the muddy swirl of oppression. This little wave called Saida Menebhi.
Saida, student activist socialist the rebel ... the disappeared. His story was similar to numbers of revolutionaries. His struggle for a better world was nothing exceptional, but she was. Anyone concerned about the plight of others can not help but be moved by this sun flower, his joys, his suffering, his affection for his family and friends. It is through the correspondence that we learn to truly know her. Soul full of love, scholarship, relentless in adversity, vulnerability and great clarity on the subject of education: his letters exude personality. Touching this fallen star for such a short stay! It is easy to imagine friend, neighbor, sister or classmate.
Pink Sands, destroyed in 25 years by the relentless wind of a regime hostile to the rights and dignity of men. His courage will probably even higher in the sky as the legendary Kahina Berber queen of ancient times. Sacrifice everything to defend his ideas: a body scarred by torture, a right spirit, the chance to be with his relatives and friends. Still she resisted the efforts of watchdogs Derb Moulay Cherif for the break. Then, a final gesture of revolt : In jail, Saida and its congeners staged a hunger strike. Forty days. The pink sand crumbled, resistant to touch until the end of the human hand, but eroded by the tests. Saida
the "happy" was a heart that resonates, from Rabat to Casablanca, a voice of sex "low" that tried to stifle. Life in the womb of life. So much love in one person. Within the country Saida, trees were straight from the truth, people were free and shadows, comforting.
A woman like many others, This native of Marrakesh: silenced, ridiculed, broken, sacrificed at the altar of government. A youth forged from a thousand examples of justice as enamored of life, honest, supportive, optimistic ... never banal. Only time converts passionaria legends. For now, a symbol, a poem. An inspiration.
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