Dar el kebdani, December 2022
The winds and dust shattered hearts, broken by the need for knowledge, broken by suffering for the sake of understanding.
I am a child of that time, not in a distant time, the time when bullets fell instead of rain, the time when letters dropped from planes hovering above us... letters and letters... I am that student who was forced to go there, yes, to that faraway place to learn the useful Moroccan language.
I am the student who learned that my village would not benefit me in anything, my language would not benefit me in anything, my identity would not benefit me in anything... Until darkness descended upon my village.
I will not forget my village, I will not forget its dust, or the tangled threads of its spiders... I will not forget my school, I will not forget any of that, A new sun will rise over my village.
I am a child of that time, not in a distant time, the time when bullets fell instead of rain, the time when letters dropped from planes hovering above us... letters and letters... I am that student who was forced to go there, yes, to that faraway place to learn the useful Moroccan language.
I am the student who learned that my village would not benefit me in anything, my language would not benefit me in anything, my identity would not benefit me in anything... Until darkness descended upon my village.
I will not forget my village, I will not forget its dust, or the tangled threads of its spiders... I will not forget my school, I will not forget any of that, A new sun will rise over my village.
دار الكبداني، دجنبر2022
الرياح والغبار هي من كُسِرَتْ القلوب، كسرت بالحاجة للعلم، كسرت بالمعاناة من أجل المعرفة.
أنا طفل ذاك الزمن، ليس بالزمن البعيد، الزمن الذي كان يتساقط الرصاص بدل المطر، الزمن الذي سقطط فيه رسائل من طائرات حومت فوقنا… رسائل ورسائل… انا ذاك التلميذ الذي فرض عليه الذهاب الى هناك، نعم الى الهناك البعيد لأجل تعلم لغة المغرب النافع، انا التلميذ الذي تعلم أن قريتي لن تفيدني في شيئ، لغتي لن تفيدني في شيئ، هويتي لن تفيدني في شيء، الى أن غربت الشمس عن قريتي.
لن أنسى قريتي، لن أنسى غبارها، ولا خيوط عناكبها المشابكة، لن أنسى مدرستي، ، لن أنسى شيئ من ذلك.
ستشرق شمس جديدة على قريتي.
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