Aminatu, La Libertad: Ebnu
It is truly amazing that even today (and it seems that this change) has people who are only allowed to see the light of a new day, through the narrow bars of a window. And more amazing is that there is absolutely denied open your eyes, if only to see nothing.
is at night when the lonely souls accuse her loneliness, feeling abandoned, and suffer in silence the elements of this unjust world. It is during the dark nights when the hearts weep bitter tears of impotence.
Night after night, while sleeping life in our side of the world thousands of hearts beating continue their sad and tired waiting for the light of dawn.
Saharans, unfortunately, know very well the darkness of the sewers cells infested with evil and injustice, insects and rodents.
There are hundreds of Saharawi completely missing, of which there is no news, of which we know nothing more than that, not shown. Where are they?
No answers. Hopefully, someday we may know what they what has happened or is happening. Hopefully they themselves can tell us one day, where they have been during these bloody years. We are waiting and we will continue waiting until you know the truth of what happened to them. Thousands of Sahrawi
have suffered the consequences of the Moroccan repression in the occupied Western Sahara, thousands of Sahrawi, at the moment, are suffering the ravages of continued repression for more than thirty-five years of the Moroccan regime.
What everybody knows, but Western governments, the champions of democracy in the world, those who so generously as the paradigm of human rights, is turning a blind eye or look at other part, because very democratic and very friendly they are with human rights, not take precedence over commercial interests, strategic, or whatever the right of justice of a population that is far from its borders, far from home, away their desks.
more than two months ago that seven Sahrawi activists face jail again the enemy and could be sentenced to death by a Moroccan military court, simply by traveling to the Saharawi refugee camps. West and his servants hold their silent complicity
had to be a brave and determined woman who peacefully, without offending anyone and subtle ways, bound by injustice, chose to let it die slowly so that his voice soft and sweet they will wake up and face reality, the same as for so many years, who know but choose to ignore for the sake of democracy, for the sake of their human rights .
Haidar, La Libertad, not want to die, his will has always been to live with dignity. It is their love of life and freedom that more than four years of prison, torture and abuse, more than four years of intimidation and aggression, have been unable to end their aspirations for a better future for herself and her people. More than four years trying to erase blindfolded his eyes, more than four years of deaths and disappearances, have managed to break his indestructible faith in life, have failed peace with her smile and spring.
Aminatu, La Libertad, loves life, which is able to die for.
The triumph of reason: Ali Salem Iselmu
the end of this bitter battle that carried Haidar sacrificing their own health to fight for freedom, we can claim to have won reason to unreason, justice to injustice. He has won all mankind oppressed and without rights. We've finally defeated from civil society to dictators and their accomplices.
Our courage embodied by Gandhi Sahrawi was reaffirmed in the spirit of citizen of the world can take the fight for freedom until the last consequences, and those who prefer to be subjects and pay tribute to a king does not understand the true value of life and dignity, live with their heads down fear in his body, his cowardice are condemned to live crouching Alawi paying homage to the monarch. Brothers
the world, have returned to many peoples of the earth, the hope that a fragile-looking woman can defeat the dictator who wanted to usurp the sovereign rights of foreign condemning her to live the rest of his life. That is our victory, victory legitimate we do not have the power of the powerful, but we a strong conviction to fight with peaceful means to end.
Now many will say that Mohamed VI has been generous in allowing the Saharawi Gandhi return to Western Sahara for humanitarian reasons, but mankind can have an individual who is the largest employer in the country, is the highest executive and legislative, is who controls media and feel a total disregard for the citizens of his country condemned to misery and poverty impoverished. He and his retinue of commoners have spent years trying to sell to Europe a tolerant and civilized image of Morocco, but there may be democratic civilization in this country that has organized a demonstration in Laayoune against Haidar return. This is the forgiveness of the sovereign dictator ally in Europe.
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History will prove us right, we know we have powerful enemies and blackmailers able to do anything to achieve their selfish objectives, but this struggle is the struggle of the Saharawi under Moroccan occupation, is the dignity of human rights freedom of expression and movement, is the end of Guantanamo Morocco in Western Sahara.
Expelled: Haidar Larusi
It is truly amazing that even today (and it seems that this change) has people who are only allowed to see the light of a new day, through the narrow bars of a window. And more amazing is that there is absolutely denied open your eyes, if only to see nothing.
is at night when the lonely souls accuse her loneliness, feeling abandoned, and suffer in silence the elements of this unjust world. It is during the dark nights when the hearts weep bitter tears of impotence.
Night after night, while sleeping life in our side of the world thousands of hearts beating continue their sad and tired waiting for the light of dawn.
Saharans, unfortunately, know very well the darkness of the sewers cells infested with evil and injustice, insects and rodents.
There are hundreds of Saharawi completely missing, of which there is no news, of which we know nothing more than that, not shown. Where are they?
No answers. Hopefully, someday we may know what they what has happened or is happening. Hopefully they themselves can tell us one day, where they have been during these bloody years. We are waiting and we will continue waiting until you know the truth of what happened to them. Thousands of Sahrawi
have suffered the consequences of the Moroccan repression in the occupied Western Sahara, thousands of Sahrawi, at the moment, are suffering the ravages of continued repression for more than thirty-five years of the Moroccan regime.
What everybody knows, but Western governments, the champions of democracy in the world, those who so generously as the paradigm of human rights, is turning a blind eye or look at other part, because very democratic and very friendly they are with human rights, not take precedence over commercial interests, strategic, or whatever the right of justice of a population that is far from its borders, far from home, away their desks.
more than two months ago that seven Sahrawi activists face jail again the enemy and could be sentenced to death by a Moroccan military court, simply by traveling to the Saharawi refugee camps. West and his servants hold their silent complicity
had to be a brave and determined woman who peacefully, without offending anyone and subtle ways, bound by injustice, chose to let it die slowly so that his voice soft and sweet they will wake up and face reality, the same as for so many years, who know but choose to ignore for the sake of democracy, for the sake of their human rights .
Haidar, La Libertad, not want to die, his will has always been to live with dignity. It is their love of life and freedom that more than four years of prison, torture and abuse, more than four years of intimidation and aggression, have been unable to end their aspirations for a better future for herself and her people. More than four years trying to erase blindfolded his eyes, more than four years of deaths and disappearances, have managed to break his indestructible faith in life, have failed peace with her smile and spring.
Aminatu, La Libertad, loves life, which is able to die for.
The triumph of reason: Ali Salem Iselmu
the end of this bitter battle that carried Haidar sacrificing their own health to fight for freedom, we can claim to have won reason to unreason, justice to injustice. He has won all mankind oppressed and without rights. We've finally defeated from civil society to dictators and their accomplices.
Our courage embodied by Gandhi Sahrawi was reaffirmed in the spirit of citizen of the world can take the fight for freedom until the last consequences, and those who prefer to be subjects and pay tribute to a king does not understand the true value of life and dignity, live with their heads down fear in his body, his cowardice are condemned to live crouching Alawi paying homage to the monarch. Brothers
the world, have returned to many peoples of the earth, the hope that a fragile-looking woman can defeat the dictator who wanted to usurp the sovereign rights of foreign condemning her to live the rest of his life. That is our victory, victory legitimate we do not have the power of the powerful, but we a strong conviction to fight with peaceful means to end.
Now many will say that Mohamed VI has been generous in allowing the Saharawi Gandhi return to Western Sahara for humanitarian reasons, but mankind can have an individual who is the largest employer in the country, is the highest executive and legislative, is who controls media and feel a total disregard for the citizens of his country condemned to misery and poverty impoverished. He and his retinue of commoners have spent years trying to sell to Europe a tolerant and civilized image of Morocco, but there may be democratic civilization in this country that has organized a demonstration in Laayoune against Haidar return. This is the forgiveness of the sovereign dictator ally in Europe.
end
History will prove us right, we know we have powerful enemies and blackmailers able to do anything to achieve their selfish objectives, but this struggle is the struggle of the Saharawi under Moroccan occupation, is the dignity of human rights freedom of expression and movement, is the end of Guantanamo Morocco in Western Sahara.
Expelled: Haidar Larusi
was expelled from her home in his neighborhood
of his land from his Sahara.
The
children away from their dried flowers of desert sunsets
bathed in red shiny indigo skies.
The
away from his land from his Sahara.
The
away and condemned street with pride, a beggar
complicity with others. And
each other are not the same coin That
Tristes perplexed faces of a penny
Morocco and Spain Spain and Morocco
I nailed the dagger
They
treachery, cowardice and mistake after mistake
. She
dignity and bravery
Dust, sweat and iron
Minattu holds.
Aminatu, victory: Ebnu
When
the horizon looms the light of your look to the future,
and the world peace, fly your image if successful,
feel your passion and suffer yet cry joy.
But we still have the stone walls of silence and
we are still behind bars for assault and insult.
Under your serene countenance,
've seen your bare feet on a carpet transit
barbed wire,
and ferocity of the night swallowed
echo trace of the missing.
friends who dream of your voice,
who sow the seeds of your pride. Your
eyes are wandering blindly
the shadows searching for light. And under the cloak
bloody bloom
your black and red hair green and white hope. Your beautiful hands cracked
hold the traces left by the storm abates
value that domaste with dignity.
Today I give you a piece of blue sky
a song from my childhood,
and take all the warmth of hugs
that came out of the earth.
Today I join your laughter
reborn in the streets of Laayoune,
and feel the aroma of freedom
your heart spread by the wind.
Aminatu, Freedom: Ebnu
Today, dear sister, I am sad, like yesterday.
want you to know I'm sitting beside you, reading the verses
born in your name.
What I look into your eyes and see the light shine one day,
and the fire will burn for warmth, and shelter
to protect the city that flows from your eyes.
Today, my dear fellow, I am sad, like yesterday.
But I have seen the peace that springs from the strength of your hands,
irrevocable decision to be Saharawi to death,
and your assurance that you will return to Laayoune, strong will and high forehead.
I'll walk with my voice, I give you my song, I give you my heart.
want you to know that my five daily prayers
begin and end with your name, Aminatu.
Tomorrow is the feast of the absence. Tomorrow is silence
gloomy, downcast.
Tomorrow is another day without a country, a dawn without children, waking up without a mother.
Tomorrow is a very sad day, as yesterday, tomorrow is another day without freedom.
Aminetu, the heroine of Freedom: Ali Salem Iselmu
decided to sit in limbo
demand their freedom to break the chains of the wall
end the hypocrisy of
cowards brave
invite to open their arms. Her little hands
tiny eyes often
body wrapped in hope and freedom.
looked at the sea of \u200b\u200btears and hugged
dunes of the Sahara.
She will return, full of dreams
chain collapse
executioners and cry with the inability of your body: let the sirocco
Lanzarote
embrace again let the sirocco
El Aaiun not starve will die
prison of shame and crime
perfect.
Oda Aminatou: Abu Muhammad Abdullahi
I will not die my darling, I'm
your people and I see your struggle crowned
your dream, all over.
It's already well
and I want your love is sincere, I do not wish
you die
because I love you I love you.
In dungeons dark and blindfolded,
for me
suffered torture at the hands of the wicked King
Torturers,
thugs and police who trample the law.
not yield to the pain you
With laws in hand
your ideas only defense:
is a human right! Worldwide
saying.
Justice! You cry without pause
are strong advocate of the right, cause
so the people you love.
By weaving this poem,
to Haidar, I remember
another problem that can not forget:
many missing
his terrible loneliness and many detainees
prisoners.
And love you with all the zeal for the friendship
granted, Carmelo
thank our friend and Taboada.
not to kill my daughter,
notice to all the earth: that King Mohamed
choose between peace and war.
Accept, my hero, these verses dedicated
and toléreme
such debris as they were improvised.
Exile Haidar forced: Ramdan Nass El Cori
resistance, courage, woman,
worth watching and listening, together with her until
return to their land, Haidar.
Spain and Morocco in complicity
goal will not achieve all die with dignity
law and justice for a fight.
Politicians, poets, actors and actresses
what we raise our glasses high,
to provide
happily together demonstrating that the Church meets.
can kill the rooster
que anuncia el amanecer,
pero el tirano y el vasallo
el alba no podrán detener.
La fortaleza moral y la debilidad física de Aminetu: Ali Salem Iselmu
Llegamos al aeropuerto de Lanzarote a las tres de la tarde, vimos desde el cielo la estructura de un enorme volcán apagado por el tiempo. Las montañas que se encuentran dispersas por toda la isla parecen una fiel copia de los montes de Leyuad, Lemdeismat que están en la región de Tiris, Sahara Occidental. Toda nuestra conversación giraba en torno a Aminetu, su coraje, su resistencia y la capacidad de haber puesto ante los ojos del mundo cómo un tyrant violates basic and simple rules of freedom and dignity as a human being needs to live and to retain ownership of their conscience and heart.
When the plane landed we were all excited about finally going to see the Sahrawi Gandhi, let's give the name of Basque society all the solidarity and affection he feels for his defense of human rights and steadfastness to continue fighting for their convictions to the end.
We entered the airport, to where the Solidarity Platform Haidar, we took the guestbook and let our support printing on paper. The tourists were arriving and watched with curiosity the posters with the face drawn to the heroine of Liberty. Greetings began with tears of sadness and joy because we knew that she was struggling between life and death for their dignity and the dignity of all the Saharawi people.
Descending towards the road and with our bodies draw their name, certainly not together, held hands and shouted the word freedom. At the end of the book we read poems Laayoune, SHOUTING THAT FEEL.
The bustle of people, journalists looking for the latest news and the arrival of the judge and the doctor to persuade Aminetu to abandon the hunger strike, we felt an intolerable pressure.
Zapatero said his government had made Aminetu possible to return home and could not give up the good neighborly relations with Morocco, while the Moroccan foreign minister was still in the discourse of the boats, terrorism and illegal immigration, Moratinos reminded us that we to ensure our security and the Alawite kingdom is only fourteen miles.
The actor Willy Toledo, architect and lawyer Fernando Peraita Inés Miranda continued to fight against the media, government and justice, to respect the will of Aminetu to keep the fast until he can reunite with their children and his mother in El Aaiun.
While we kept looking at his face, looking for their tracks and following the events without being able to change anything in a world that prefers bow to blackmail by a satrap, compared to the courage of a mother fighting for his dignity and the dignity of the Saharawi people. How sad I was before this terrible injustice and serving human rights if returned no human feeling to people. That outrage to morality, intelligence, progress and all of us but we are able to repair the arbitrariness and arrogance.
nervous, sad, excited and unable I felt when I saw the strength and the infinite beauty that is in their eyes had ever seen in my life so frail a body and a spirit so free. I pulled out of the bag books of poetry after opening and closing several times looking for a pen. There was a poem I wrote in brown paper with his face titled Heroine of La Libertad. I gave it everything and I felt relieved for a moment because I could see her little body, her little hands and the light of hope that is born and ends up in your face.
Before leaving I went to turn my attention for the last time to his face and his eyes found the map of freedom that I lost when I was banished, like her, in a gray morning when we lost the innocence of life.
The girl: Ali Salem Iselmu
The girl raised her hand and told her teacher:
- Aminetu is Robert Kennedy award for defending human rights in Western Sahara, does not want English citizenship and wants to be a political refugee wants to return to their land.
The teacher perplexed at the reaction of the girl said
- What do you do Spain, if he has offered all, why is it still on hunger strike?, Do not understand.
The girl raised her hand and tears in his eyes said again to her teacher:
- Aminetu is Sahara and its people has been expelled from his land for thirty-five years, Aminetu not to be expelled or a foreigner in the land wants to retrieve his hunger strike freedom and dignity of all Saharawi.
uncomfortable
The teacher said
- But international politics is complex and have many relations with Morocco, we can not do anything, is a neighbor and good relations we can not sacrifice a privileged friendship with a neighbor.
The girl with profound impotence told his teacher:
- Dignity is more important than the fishing grounds, that phosphates, which borders can not sacrifice liberty interest of a people who despise the existence a person to say simply that it is of El Aaiun and Western Sahara.
All the children raised their hands and shouted together:
- Teacher, teacher, you're wrong.
light of your eyes: Ali Salem Iselmu
Now many are wondering who you are, where you come from and what you need. Dear Aminetu all know who are the light that has illuminated the sea of \u200b\u200bshame and raised the flag of our exile. Dear sister
want you to know that all your pain and suffering is an inseparable part of the humiliation to which we have filed with the complicity of the powerful who have drawn up a plan to kill you and settle with you to your people.
Sister, his strategy is to continue silencing peace born in your eyes and ends on your lips. The monster that I drove, I inflicted moral and physical pain, is a character come from the Middle Ages is not our time, belongs to the barbarians who humiliate his people with the ceremony of the levee and up on a thoroughbred horse subjects while they pray in honor of his glory.
These kings and bloodthirsty despots know your history and your people and are based on the law that give them the hirelings of international politics you despise and dismiss nonviolence your determination, I want you to know that you are the breath of who we want freedom for your dignity. Do not turn off resists this battle. The battle of your ideas will end up killing the cowards who prefer to live by denying the right of your righteousness. Dear
Aminetu from the distance that separates us from exile, return to overthrow the murderous ideology of terror.
Reports from the camps. For Haidar: Bahia Mahmud Awah
While continuing my concerns, a torment of anxieties and concerns about the fate that could run your life, dawn Id El Adha, corresponding this year to November 27, 2009. Since last night it my colleagues had warned in an email, would the same day to the big Easter and I would plant in front of all my signs and my conscience, with a single message, the day the writers of the Generation of Saharawi Friendship are with you. And "you that day" surpasses the meaning of words. I mean you're not thinking about getting the lamb that all sought to pay perhaps a sunna, religious rather than moral debt.
prepared the night before with a few rudimentary signs means thinking about the messages they wanted to get to praying. And there I stood on the day of prayer, which took place in the middle of a dusty esplanade, grizzly and sour soil. And at the end of the Id prayer on a small platform made of gray clay of the soil, raised the imam of the wilaya to fulfill their religious harangue.
I listened carefully, paying attention more on the solidarity that the religious content, because I know that every believer is lord Saharan his belief, unlike what happens in other countries. The imam, a law graduate in the Seventies, those first young Sahrawi who studied in Arab universities, Haidar spoke of their struggle, their principles, their hunger strike for their identity and return to their homeland The Aaiun, occupied Western Sahara. The imam spoke of the selfishness of the English government and the subsequent betrayal of the Sahrawi. He asked God to keep Aminetu between us because their children and the oppressed Sahrawi need more than ever.
After the prayer, I approached the podium with my nieces, Elisabeth Norwegian friends and two reporters from the Saharawi National Radio joined us, carrying banners and leaflets. Many onlookers came to read the message generation friendship.
"Aminetu, writers of the Generation of Saharawi Friendship here today clothed Id no new clothes, and sacrifice sheep. We feel your pain and we accompany you in your struggle. "
"No 're alone because you are Eduardo Galeano, José Saramago and many more friends and principled anonymous "
" PSOE, the English Government and Moroccan accomplices against human rights "
... among many messages of support.
The national media became aware of our presence and we were approached by television Saharan RASD-TV, to pick up our message, and also the vice mayor of the wilaya we took pictures for their local magazine and we appreciated the gesture. At the end of all came the time of slaughter and Release of clothing. My colleagues and I headed back to the family with the same commitment and the clothes on our For weeks, but with a clear conscience of having supported and reminded Aminetu and seven activists in the Moroccan prison of Salé. And so was our Id El Adha in the wilaya of El Aaiun, unworn clothes and without a lamb but Aminetu and Saharawi political prisoners.
Haidar, Whitman and the airport of Lanzarote: Limam Boicha
would be great if you could listen to or read some verses of Walt Whitman at the airport of Lanzarote. There are so many of his verses that fit the moment that is Haidar! She is there, sitting in the middle of that huge and cold room. As the days go by he looks tired, very tired (of course after so many days of hunger strike) but he is seen smiling and serene, full of extraordinary vigor, vigor that comes from inner strength, the justness of their cause. About
she continues the rush of those who come and go, tourists, and long queues in front of the check-in desk, walks through the terminal, its readings, its cafes, its expected looking at the departures and arrivals, the some flight delays. Routine, routine. But this routine can be filled, if you will, a lot of content, such as Aminatu.
So what better to go back to remind tourists those who pass by or walk through the airport in Lanzarote the verses of the great poet, the wise Whitman, listen to see if even for a few minutes:
FOR YOU
Unknown, if passed, will you tell me why
not have to do?
And why do not you speak to me?
FUTURE POETS Poets of the future! Speakers, singers, musicians future!
It is this which justifies me nor
ensuring that one day I'm with you,
is you, the new race and native, athletic, continental, the largest
few are known;
Arriba! Because you justify me.
STATES
Consentida obedience without question, has fallen in absolute servitude
:
Once submitted, totally, no no nation, no state or city
land hereinafter
find their freedom .
Walt Whitman.
Aminetu: Limam Boicha
plowed a furrow in Ti
and rend your branches,
your stems,
your petals. I refused
sips of water, light rays
,
and even a piece of Melhfa. Ti
But there is lush vegetation
memory
an ocean breeze, and the next
and longed rain ours.
Aminetu Haidar_ Ali Salem Iselmu
I've seen only in photographs and barely remember anything,
forget the feeling becomes a burden.
face I feel your eyes tear converted
to break the silence with which your executioners
violated the innocence of your ideas. Your image
peaceful silence speaks to me and hear me, then I call
's henchmen
to remind you that the magic of
silence is the virtue of your freedom.
Hope: Ebnu
Among the streets
barred from oblivion,
hands tied behind the back of the time, boil your messy
bone china. Rumors
bring me your pain recent vintage.
The legend grows with your regrets at dawn.
Meanwhile, your dreams wander
convicted spies
dodging uniform. However
beyond your lips broken
the handsome face disfigured
the dark look away, your guess is laudable
smile glory. Your firmness
solitary acacia. Your faithful hope
freedom and spring.
deep-rooted Acacia: Bahia Mahmud Awah
In her tender body and her sweet look of a thousand faces,
art could be seen embedded in a strange hand,
and true to his art was like many paths. Foreign
the hand of Satan makes his nest, his art and feels
mercilessly blanket
knowledge of their cruel masters. Viola
principles, challenges the most sacred
charter of love, martial laws enacted
destroying branches
burning leaves and flowers of an acacia tree that was rooted in centuries
deep. And
Arab poet says:
"... say Leila sick in the land of Mesopotamia,
hopefully be a doctor to cure ... "
and say all
Bedouin poets in his cell Aminetu
is not sick, or imprisoned,
only directs the throne in the shadow of peace
and only in his harem of
cells are sprouting from a seed
thousands and thousands and thousands of heroes of the desert. And
Bedouin poets say that the name has magic
Aminetu in poetry,
raises the saddest lines. Consagra
lyrical inspiration in
and converts the genre of epic in his illustrious
witness.
Bedouin and poet, what else she can sing.
The tranquil nights of the desert, its roof unreachable star
full moon nights,
his desire to shout in the wilderness,
his desire to smell the sea Saharan
His desire to fill their lungs with air and to empty them,
their desire to be caressed by the winds
crystal dunes.
Bedouin and poet, I can sing most of it.
wanted to jump the gazelle and be more free with his pack
and could not ...
tried to recite a poem and he twisted the verses,
recalled that the outpouring of the poet is in the word,
and recalled that the prison is full of much pain. Intended
write, sing, talk, cry, mourn ...
chose the word helpless
who preaches in the name of peace.
But just remember that could be executed,
and spelled the names of the land and sentenced
much he loves his land and his two children: Hayat
and Mohamed.
A madrigal my three loves: Haidar, Leila Lili and Sahara: Bahia Mahmud Awah
exile in the silence, screaming every night I dream
your names, nesting banished
where
in the infinite time is reduced by tiny, dark
, transparent and convicted walls.
And I dreamed one night of a crescent, that never, in dreams
dreams pray without verses. I dreamed
naked bodies, inert and frail, where the executioner
carved his name.
dreamed that at its altar
Words fail me to confess my dreams legal. I dreamed
amid shouts and gloomy walls between me cry
recite three poems. Dream
my desert roses, hyacinths and dream sleep
Esmeraldas.
I wake of a bitter and sweet sleep,
and I find that silence, the cry
and names dreamed and searched,
gestate a poem of three free naked captive:
Haidar, Leila Lili and Sahara.
