is Friday, April 10, 2009. Apparently everything is calm, the first sunlight, albeit partially obscured by a cloudy sky, kicking off a new day of my life. Still half asleep, as if it were a sleepwalker, I go to the bathroom to wash my face. While opening the tap, an unexpected call, harbinger of bad news, it affected my peace. It did not take me to wash the face, the conversation stopped me like a bucket of cold water, which not only wake me but leave me sleepless for several nights. Picked up the phone, across an alarmed voice, I tried to convey a message that at first, choppy sound, I could not understand;
-yes, who is it, I said.
's me, do not you know me?, Replied
- ah Legzal, how are you?, Replied
- Legzal: Evil, just had a tragedy. A Saharawi guy has a mine exploded.
- How?, Shouted altered.
-Legzal: yes, yes, what you hear. I was in a demonstration against the wall of shame, and stepped on a mine. This is what I hear on the radio.
- my mother, what a disgrace! I'll look online to see if they put something else to hang the story on the blog.
-Legzal: Okay. There must be something. This happened an hour ago.
- OK. Thanks for telling me. Bye. answered
Just hang up, nervous, turned on the computer looking for answers. Passed through my mind many things, but above all a question, how long?, How long we will stay that way? ... After several minutes of frantic searching, I managed to find a Notice of "Cadena Ser" that read: " injured a young Saharawi exploding anti-personnel mine during a demonstration in Western Sahara." This headline shocked me, so that is my heart sank, I felt a pain in the chest, a shortness of breath, as if angina in question. That pain will last me yet, while the Saharawi people, my people, my people continue to suffer the injustice of abuse, neglect and indifference of those who one day thought of what owners can not own, freedom and destiny of a people. The rest of the day was sad and bitter, but mostly, I felt rage, fruit rage of impotence. Despite the win, the desire to "do more" was aware that taking a gun and kill was not the solution, but at that moment was what he wanted.That Friday I felt pain, impotence, despair .... But I felt even more desire to fight, strength and hope. It's Friday, a Tuesday, a Monday, a day in which some give their lives for what some have and others crave: freedom.
Abdallahi AHMED AHMED