tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-303739402008-06-28T20:24:56.537-07:00FreeWesternSaharaAgaila Abba Hemeidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14725509430052523403noreply@blogger.comBlogger71125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30373940.post-22558768805045217112008-06-28T20:14:00.000-07:002008-06-28T20:24:56.624-07:00Western Sahara isn't for Sale<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XG0XnryrxFU/SGb-4_PlKGI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/6tXyQv0Gkns/s1600-h/n500279788_817363_8897.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XG0XnryrxFU/SGb-4_PlKGI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/6tXyQv0Gkns/s400/n500279788_817363_8897.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217137473358211170" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XG0XnryrxFU/SGb-tJvwo_I/AAAAAAAAA9I/04ham7D9QZU/s1600-h/n500279788_817348_3387.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XG0XnryrxFU/SGb-tJvwo_I/AAAAAAAAA9I/04ham7D9QZU/s400/n500279788_817348_3387.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217137270019105778" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XG0XnryrxFU/SGb-m980RII/AAAAAAAAA9A/xJG0XiZjsMA/s1600-h/n500279788_817340_2982.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XG0XnryrxFU/SGb-m980RII/AAAAAAAAA9A/xJG0XiZjsMA/s400/n500279788_817340_2982.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217137163773428866" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XG0XnryrxFU/SGb-gUMDIgI/AAAAAAAAA84/a0au-6SZN74/s1600-h/n500279788_817329_9816.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XG0XnryrxFU/SGb-gUMDIgI/AAAAAAAAA84/a0au-6SZN74/s400/n500279788_817329_9816.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217137049483813378" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XG0XnryrxFU/SGb-aTpU-JI/AAAAAAAAA8w/2LDZbg5fTMg/s1600-h/n500279788_817328_9352.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XG0XnryrxFU/SGb-aTpU-JI/AAAAAAAAA8w/2LDZbg5fTMg/s400/n500279788_817328_9352.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217136946258966674" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XG0XnryrxFU/SGb-V1e5cbI/AAAAAAAAA8o/xLzSzrTnb4E/s1600-h/n500279788_817323_7863.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XG0XnryrxFU/SGb-V1e5cbI/AAAAAAAAA8o/xLzSzrTnb4E/s400/n500279788_817323_7863.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217136869442679218" /></a><br /><br />These are pictures from my homeland Western Sahara that I never seen..Someday it will be free than my people and I can walk peacefully on it.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><li><a href="http://freeewesternsahara.blogspot.com/">FREE WESTERN SAHARA</a></li> </div>Agaila Abba Hemeidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14725509430052523403noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30373940.post-47930521171784452742008-06-06T10:32:00.000-07:002008-06-06T10:36:58.076-07:00Al Jazeera -Tifarity - Morocco & Plisario<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dvpB8snx14w&hl=en"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dvpB8snx14w&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W0cnrUOCp_g&hl=en"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/W0cnrUOCp_g&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QwH4s60pU-A&hl=en"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QwH4s60pU-A&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zeCwSrdz3ZI&hl=en"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zeCwSrdz3ZI&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_CS-TDnFuhY&hl=en"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_CS-TDnFuhY&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JLgK5FxzcEQ&hl=en"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JLgK5FxzcEQ&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><li><a href="http://freeewesternsahara.blogspot.com/">FREE WESTERN SAHARA</a></li> </div>Agaila Abba Hemeidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14725509430052523403noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30373940.post-84564012600419733482008-05-29T18:36:00.000-07:002008-05-29T18:40:49.485-07:00<em><strong>Sáhara en el corazón</strong></em><br /><br />Ya no sé qué decir,<br />ni cómo he de callar.<br />Ya no sé qué hacer,<br />ni qué he de pensar.<br />Ya no sé qué escribir,<br />ni cuando he de terminar,<br />ni dónde está la razón.<br />Sólo sé que estás, idolatrada Sáhara,<br />en lo más profundo de mi corazón.<br />Ya no sé cómo sonreír,<br />ni qué he de gozar.<br />Ya no sé a dónde ir,<br />ni cuándo he de parar.<br />Ya no sé cómo dormir,<br />ni qué he de soñar.<br />Sólo sé cantarte bien alto<br />esta canción<br />y sentirte, idolatrada Sáhara,<br />llenando todo mi corazón.<br />Ya no sé cómo vivir,<br />ni cómo respirar.<br />Ya no sé qué leer,<br />ni qué he de esperar.<br />Sólo sé resistir y a la vez amar,<br />amarte Sáhara, con toda mi pasión,<br />y cantarte bien alto que estarás<br />para siempre,<br />SAHARA, EN EL CORAZÓN.<br /><br />Sas Nah Larosi <br /><br />Cojido del blog de tiris novia de poetas.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><li><a href="http://freeewesternsahara.blogspot.com/">FREE WESTERN SAHARA</a></li> </div>Agaila Abba Hemeidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14725509430052523403noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30373940.post-35803641067948705702008-05-18T18:14:00.001-07:002008-05-18T18:34:55.688-07:00The rise of the Saharawi Journalism<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XG0XnryrxFU/SDDZOhexj5I/AAAAAAAAA8Q/iPZkMG18F24/s1600-h/Malainin_Lakhal_Latrobe_Uni%255B1%255D.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XG0XnryrxFU/SDDZOhexj5I/AAAAAAAAA8Q/iPZkMG18F24/s400/Malainin_Lakhal_Latrobe_Uni%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201896413141766034" /></a><br /><br />Malanin Lakal ( The Secreatary of the Saharawi Journalists Union) <br /><br />Upes.org is the first Saharawi website that serve the Saharawi Journalists and also the people it one of the active website for our cause, but this website will not exist without the hard work of the secretary of the Saharawi Journalist Union ( Malanin Lakal) and his team of well acknowledged Journalists my appreciation, respect and support to all of them.<br /><br />Keep the good work<div class="blogger-post-footer"><li><a href="http://freeewesternsahara.blogspot.com/">FREE WESTERN SAHARA</a></li> </div>Agaila Abba Hemeidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14725509430052523403noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30373940.post-59900343664681992412008-05-18T18:07:00.000-07:002008-05-18T18:13:34.518-07:00My People<object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/m77eqCTc1Ac&hl=en"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/m77eqCTc1Ac&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object><br /><br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XG0XnryrxFU/SDDT5hexjyI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Yumi56T4FqM/s1600-h/n536840576_661569_8091.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XG0XnryrxFU/SDDT5hexjyI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Yumi56T4FqM/s400/n536840576_661569_8091.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201890554806374178" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XG0XnryrxFU/SDDTvxexjxI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/YOELId-ggxo/s1600-h/ScannedImage003_003_003.JPEG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XG0XnryrxFU/SDDTvxexjxI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/YOELId-ggxo/s400/ScannedImage003_003_003.JPEG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201890387302649618" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XG0XnryrxFU/SDDTjRexjwI/AAAAAAAAA7I/KqMpi19W21U/s1600-h/n508132314_116424_855.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XG0XnryrxFU/SDDTjRexjwI/AAAAAAAAA7I/KqMpi19W21U/s400/n508132314_116424_855.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201890172554284802" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><li><a href="http://freeewesternsahara.blogspot.com/">FREE WESTERN SAHARA</a></li> </div>Agaila Abba Hemeidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14725509430052523403noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30373940.post-34540008899048753502008-04-30T18:29:00.000-07:002008-04-30T18:49:40.966-07:00The Top Saharawi Women<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XG0XnryrxFU/SBkfg4Pp0NI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/IlHy_unWA18/s1600-h/PICT0092%5B1%5D.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XG0XnryrxFU/SBkfg4Pp0NI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/IlHy_unWA18/s400/PICT0092%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195218294862893266" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XG0XnryrxFU/SBkeK4Pp0MI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/nS495Dbk1Yw/s1600-h/periodismo_001.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XG0XnryrxFU/SBkeK4Pp0MI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/nS495Dbk1Yw/s400/periodismo_001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195216817394143426" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XG0XnryrxFU/SBkdcoPp0LI/AAAAAAAAA6I/fV8Fukk8L6g/s1600-h/DSC_0030.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XG0XnryrxFU/SBkdcoPp0LI/AAAAAAAAA6I/fV8Fukk8L6g/s400/DSC_0030.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195216022825193650" /></a><br /><br />Rabab, Sultana and Aminatu..the bravest and couraged women that Western Sahara ever had....It because of their fight for human right that makes us proud of being Saharawi.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><li><a href="http://freeewesternsahara.blogspot.com/">FREE WESTERN SAHARA</a></li> </div>Agaila Abba Hemeidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14725509430052523403noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30373940.post-60288020027404305252008-04-27T13:31:00.000-07:002008-05-08T16:25:18.043-07:00My Struggle to Get a Good Education<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XG0XnryrxFU/SCOLrqb8LrI/AAAAAAAAA7A/veoSgtRo9Rk/s1600-h/PICT00040.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XG0XnryrxFU/SCOLrqb8LrI/AAAAAAAAA7A/veoSgtRo9Rk/s400/PICT00040.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198151977157799602" /></a>I asked myself: “What has impacted me the most as a person?” The answer is my journey to get a good education. This journey has made me sacrifice the most precious things in my life: my family, friends and culture. However, it has made me a young woman of dignity by giving me a purpose in life and by opening the doors of unexpected opportunities. <br />I was born in one of the biggest refugee camps in the world. It is located in the Southwestern Algerian desert, where the temperature can reach 130 degrees Fahrenheit. It was there where my family and I, as victims of a three-decade-long dispute between Western Sahara and Morocco, took shelter. It was there where knowledge about the outside world was lacking, but where there was a hunger for learning and the determination to improve the rate of illiteracy was found. Growing up, all I knew were the hardships of the desert, mud-brick houses, and the tents made of thick, green canvas material. Nevertheless, things took a turn in another direction when I was selected for a special program that takes children who lost their fathers in the war to spend the summer with a Spanish host-family away from the hardship and the heat of the refugee camps.<br />It was at the age of ten when I made the decision to stay in Spain to begin my education. It was not an easy decision to make after having to leave behind my most beloved ones for twelve years. This decision made me miss the births and the most important stages in the life of my four younger sisters. Not only has this decision made me sacrifice my family, but also my culture, language and values. However, this sacrifice has taught me the most important principles which have helped me to learn how to live in different cultures and to respect their peoples. In addition to that, I built my character and strengthened my beliefs as an independent young woman. <br />These principles have helped me to be the young women of dignity that I am today by giving me a purpose that has given me a sense of understanding of my own hunger to get a good education. This hunger is the root of my passion and the dream of being one of the first female ambassadors of my nation to help my people in their fight for freedom. This purpose has given me a sense of belonging that makes me appreciate my own ethnicity, culture and language despite the fact that I have not lived with my people for a long time. It has also helped me maintain my language and culture throughout these years<br />My determination has opened the doors of unexpected opportunities, making the impossible a reality: first, going to Spain to study and later, being one of the first Saharawi to ever come to the USA and graduate from an American high school. This summer, I had the opportunity to read one of my poems in the presence of dozens of congressmen and senators in a reception on Capitol Hill. Similarly, in October of this year, I spoke as a petitioner before the UN’s Fourth Committee as an advocate for my people making me one of the first Saharawi women to do such a thing. Not only have these opportunities allowed me to meet many ambassadors and representatives from around the world, but also allowed me to have a Saharawi diplomatic-traditional tea and make connections with the Saharawi ambassador to the UN. Moreover, I received lectures by the Saharawi Minister of Foreign Affairs. In fact, when I asked him at the end: “What advice would you give to a young woman like me?” he simply said: “Study, study and study very hard, and be a good diplomat for our nation.”<br />Having analyzed the impact of education on my journey in life, I ask myself yet again: “Do I regret the sacrifice of being away from my beloved ones?” The answer is: No, I do not regret the sacrifice of being away from my family, or any other sacrifice because those sacrifices are what have given me a purpose to pursue my dreams and the opportunity to live an extraordinary life that leaves me with a unique story to tell. Moreover, my journey and the determination to get a good education will have an impact on my people in the refugee camps as well as others of different nations.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><li><a href="http://freeewesternsahara.blogspot.com/">FREE WESTERN SAHARA</a></li> </div>Agaila Abba Hemeidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14725509430052523403noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30373940.post-27166769837281244722008-04-03T10:34:00.000-07:002008-04-03T10:35:31.367-07:00The Importance of Education<object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ei-qQghUotk&hl=en"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ei-qQghUotk&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><li><a href="http://freeewesternsahara.blogspot.com/">FREE WESTERN SAHARA</a></li> </div>Agaila Abba Hemeidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14725509430052523403noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30373940.post-66408129536546549842008-04-03T10:28:00.000-07:002008-04-03T10:34:05.629-07:00Las mujeres Saharauies y su lucha por la independenciaEn los últimos años África ha sido mostrada en los medios (tanto en la televisión como en la prensa) como símbolo de pobreza, hambre y opresión. La situación de las mujeres ha sido especialmente malinterpretada, por lo que se las percibe como poco educadas y con un desarrollo mínimo a nivel político y social. La gente de África sobre la que escuchamos o vemos en los medios son mujeres y niños hambrientos. Es por esto que en este artículo quisiera presentar otra imagen de los refugiados africanos, especialmente una imagen que haga justicia al papel que las mujeres han desempeñado en esta sociedad. <br /><br />El propósito de este escrito es presentar una visión de cómo las saharauies (mujeres nacidas en el Sahara Occidental) han participado tanto directa como indirectamente en la lucha por la independencia de este país. Así mismo, mostrar el tipo de estructura social que ha incidido en crear un ambiente propicio para que las mujeres se involucren y empoderen. Intentaré desde mi experiencia personal y la de mujeres que han vivido en esta región, dar elementos de comprensión de la importancia del rol que las mujeres han desempeñado en más de tres décadas de lucha.<br /><br />Vengo de uno de los campos de refugiados más grandes del mundo. Imagino que la antigüedad del conflicto y el estar en un lugar tan lejano, han hecho que la mayoría de la gente no sepa nada de él. Pertenezco a la gente Saharaui del Sahara Occidental, un país actualmente ocupado por Marruecos y situado en la región desértica del África nordoccidental. El Sahara Occidental es rico en minerales y petróleo, limita hacia el norte con Marruecos, hacia el sur con Mauritania, hacia el este con Argelia y Mauritania y hacia el oeste con el océano Atlántico. Esta región fue colonia española por más de 100 años y cuando los españoles abandonaron el país, la gente no celebró su independencia más que por un par de meses pues Marruecos y Mauritania invadieron el territorio conjuntamente en 1975 (Hodges 5). Tres años después Mauritania dejó el país y Marruecos invadió la región, lo que llevó a la muerte de cientos de miles de habitantes. Así, tras 16 años de violencia, el reino de Marruecos y el frente POLISARIO (el Frente Popular de Liberación de Saguía el Hamra y Río de Oro) firmaron un cese el fuego en 1991. Hoy, tres décadas después de 1975, el conflicto continúa y más de 200.000 refugiados siguen en el desierto de Argelia (Hodges 8).<br /><br />A través de la historia de la vida nómada Saharaui, las mujeres han asumido varias posiciones de liderazgo en la sociedad. A diferencia de otras sociedades musulmanas y árabes, las mujeres Saharauies pueden heredar propiedades y subsistir independientemente de sus padres, hermanos y maridos (Lippert 638). Es más, las mujeres mandan en las tiendas y desempeñan un papel fundamental en la vida tribal. Dado que la mayoría de hombres pasan mucho tiempo lejos del Frig (grupo familiar o campo) luchando o comerciando, son las mujeres las que llevan la mayor parte de la responsabilidad: cuidar a los niños, a los invitados, a la comunidad y velar por el ganado. Es más, en caso de tomarse una decisión en la tribu, son las mujeres las que deben ser consultadas. Así mismo, eran las madres y abuelas las que decidían el valor de la dote en el matrimonio de la mujer, pese a que la mayoría de los matrimonios, si no todos, eran arreglados entre familias y las mujeres no eran consultadas. Ésta fue una lucha que las jóvenes tuvieron que lidiar, pero que ha hecho que los matrimonios convenidos ya no sean la norma. Hay registros históricos de la participación directa de mujeres en las reuniones del “Ait Arbeen” que era la esfera política y social más alta en la sociedad Saharaui y estaba formada por representantes de cuarenta tribus de la región. En estas reuniones se discutían aspectos relacionados al frig y a la nación entera<br /><br />Cuando el frente POLISARIO empezó a combatir el colonialismo español, las mujeres saharauies asumieron responsabilidades inmediatamente y empezaron a participar en la lucha. Las primeras actividades femeninas eran convencionales: reclutar a sus maridos e hijos para que se unieran al frente, dar protección a los miembros del Ejército de Liberación Popular Saharaui (EPLS) y contribuir materialmente a la lucha de éste. Luego fundaron la Unión Nacional de Mujeres Saharauies (UNMS) en 1974, la cual trabajó junto con el Frente POLISARIO militar y políticamente (Lippert 642). Cuando la sangrienta guerra entre Marruecos y los guerrilleros de POLISARIO comenzó, las mujeres de la UNMS entraron en acción, lo que significó que muchas jóvenes tomaran las armas y empezaran a luchar junto con los militantes del EPLS. Además, cuidaban a los prisioneros capturados durante la guerra, las soldados Saharauies se hacían cargo de las personas que huían de los pueblos del Sahara Occidental y buscaban refugio en el desierto de Argelia. Eran ellas las que organizaban los refugios, los suministros y la protección para los refugiados, quienes eran principalmente mujeres y niños. No es de extrañar entonces si decimos que uno de los primeros mártires de la guerra fue Chaia Ahmed Sein -una mujer- y que la muerte de varias mujeres desde distintos campos de batalla fue anunciada.<br /><br />Sin embargo, su rol no se ha limitado a la lucha armada, pues su participación en los campos es fundamental. Los campos de refugiados Saharauies en Argelia del sur tienen un 90% de mujeres y niños (Lawless et al. 190), esto se debe a que la mayoría de hombres se sumaron al Ejército del Frente POLISARIO y están luchando contra Marruecos. Son las mujeres las fundadoras de estos campos y en gran medida las responsables de todos los aspectos de la vida de los refugiados. Las mujeres Saharauies se encargan de la mayoría de los trabajos básicos: educación, administración y salud. Hoy por hoy, se cree que más del 90% de los educadores son mujeres, lo que supone una gran diferencia con los primeros años de los campos, en los que sólo había dos mujeres educadoras pues no estaba permitido que las mujeres estudiaran durante la época del colonialismo español. Igualmente, la mayoría de las enfermeras son mujeres. Hay también algunas doctoras, las cuales han obtenido sus títulos en otros países, como Cuba. Mi vecina, por ejemplo, es actualmente uno de los dos únicos cirujanos en los campos. Estudió en Cuba durante 24 años y regresó a servir a su comunidad, en el campo de la educación puedo referirme a mi madre, quien se graduó en magisterio en una universidad en Libia, ha sido educadora por más de 20 años en los campos y fue recientemente elegida como directora de una escuela primaria este año, lo que por estos días, se ha vuelto común entre mujeres. A pesar de que no se remunera económicamente ningún trabajo, todos trabajan por el bien de la comunidad. Quieren que sus hijos sean la generación libre de un Sahara Occidental construido como una nación independiente, al igual que ocurre en otros países. <br />Es más, no es sólo en el área social en el que las mujeres desempeñan papeles fundamentales, pues la política es también uno de sus campos de batalla. Como recuerda mi abuela, en los primeros días de la creación de los campos, las mujeres tenían que construirlo todo, de la nada. Es por esto que la UNMS ha sido fundamental en la formación política en los campos. Estos están divididos en cuatro provincias (Willayas) nombradas en honor a las principales ciudades en los territorios ocupados del Sahara Occidental. Cada Willaya se subdivide en Dairas o campos con una población cercana a las 5.000 personas (Lerner 9). El manejo político de cada Willaya está completamente en manos de las mujeres, especialmente los Dairas. Cada cuatro años se elige alcalde en cada Willaya, quien, en la mayoría de los casos es un hombre, con excepción de la Willaya de Smara, que es la provincia en la que yo vivo. Esta fue la primera en tener una alcaldesa, en los años 90, según mi abuela. Sin embargo, las cabezas de todas las Dairas son mujeres, las cuales son elegidas cada año entre un grupo de candidatos. Sin embargo, la representación femenina en posiciones políticas más altas es más reducida: actualmente, hay sólo una ministra, la ministra de cultura y deportes, y hay dos embajadoras, en Kenia y Alemania.<br /><br />Actualmente, las mujeres buscan otras formas de lucha, y la educación es una de ellas. Es muy triste ver que el número de mujeres estudiando en el extranjero es menor que el de hombres, pese a ser ellas las que tienen la oportunidad de continuar la lucha de sus madres y abuelas. Nací en un campo de refugiados y he vivido en él toda mi vida. Nací en una tienda en la que 7 miembros de mi familia continúan viviendo. La temperatura en el campo puede subir hasta los 52 grados centígrados, llueve una o dos veces al año. Toda nuestra ropa y comida viene de la ayuda humanitaria internacional. Dado el poco acceso a la educación, cuando tenía 8 años tuve que dejar mi familia para ir a una escuela en el norte de Argelia, a cientos de kilómetros de mi casa, fui la primera Saharaui en ser seleccionada para ir al United World College en Noruega, y ahora soy la primera mujer Saharaui en ir al Mount Holyoke Collage. Represento un grupo de mujeres que creen fuertemente en que debe haber justicia para su gente y que luchan por un país que nunca han visto.<br /><br />El rol que las mujeres Saharauies han jugado a nivel internacional es crucial para la lucha por la independencia, pues esta lucha, y en general las luchas de las mujeres, es desconocida en gran parte del mundo. Como representante de las mujeres Saharaui, trato de hablar de nuestra lucha siempre: a pequeña escala con mis amigos cuando almuerzo y a gran escala, como cuando hablé ante el cuarto comité de las Naciones Unidas. De igual forma, he tenido la oportunidad de presentar la situación actual del conflicto, y en especial la participación y la problemática de las mujeres en éste, tanto en Noruega como en los EEUU. Creo, y espero, que sea esta nueva generación la que marque la diferencia en esta lucha continua.<br /><br />Las mujeres del mundo han peleado durante siglos por obtener derechos e igualdad de oportunidades. Las mujeres Saharauies, por el contrario, no han llegado a ese estadio: han luchado por otro tipo de derechos, entre esos, el de la independencia de su país. Las mujeres Saharauies han jugado, y seguirán jugando un gran papel en la liberación de la última colonia del África: el Sahara Occidental. En el curso de estos 30 años, las mujeres Saharauies han desarrollado muchas habilidades, desde lo militar hasta lo educativo, ganando poder en muchos aspectos vitales como la política, la educación y lo más importante, en lo social. Estas habilidades ayudarán en el desarrollo y la creación de un Sahara Occidental libre. La ocupación de este país puede haber sido el factor más influyente para que las mujeres Saharauies hayan sobresalido en esta sociedad, a comparación con otras mujeres del mundo árabe. Creo que si la situación hubiese sido más fácil, es posible que las mujeres no hubiesen sentido la necesidad de desempeñarse de esta manera. Por esto, una de las preguntas que queda en el tintero sería si las mujeres Saharauies estarían o no, en la posición en la que están hoy si el país no hubiera sido ocupado.<br /><br />Senia B. <br /><br /><br />Trabajos Citados:<br />1. Hodges, Tony. “Western Sahara: the roots of a desert war.” Westport, Conn.: L. Hill, 1983<br /><br />2. Lawless, Richard I. and Monahan, Laila. “War and refugees: the Western Sahara conflict.” London; New York: Pinter, 1987<br /><br />3. Lerner, Gail. “Women of the Sahara: model of self-reliance.” New York: Women’s International Resource Exchange, 1988<br /><br />4. Lippert, Anne. “Sahrawi Women in the Liberation Struggle of the Sahrawi People.” Revisions/Reports V.17 NO.3, 1992<br /><br />This article was translated and publised in www.globalaffairs.es<div class="blogger-post-footer"><li><a href="http://freeewesternsahara.blogspot.com/">FREE WESTERN SAHARA</a></li> </div>Agaila Abba Hemeidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14725509430052523403noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30373940.post-49809246094935446372008-04-03T10:26:00.000-07:002008-04-03T10:28:06.484-07:00Rabab Amidane interview in Sweden TV<object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yAoljcQ81vE&hl=en"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yAoljcQ81vE&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><li><a href="http://freeewesternsahara.blogspot.com/">FREE WESTERN SAHARA</a></li> </div>Agaila Abba Hemeidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14725509430052523403noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30373940.post-82704493582227005262008-03-11T12:53:00.001-07:002008-03-11T13:34:02.093-07:00<strong>Sultana The strenght of the Saharawi people</strong> <br /><br /><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XG0XnryrxFU/R9bkArP2h-I/AAAAAAAAA5Y/VaR3FB7M2uQ/s1600-h/PICT0092%5B1%5D.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XG0XnryrxFU/R9bkArP2h-I/AAAAAAAAA5Y/VaR3FB7M2uQ/s320/PICT0092%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176575521969309666" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XG0XnryrxFU/R9bjp7P2h9I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/j42bzvpqND0/s1600-h/Sk10.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XG0XnryrxFU/R9bjp7P2h9I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/j42bzvpqND0/s320/Sk10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176575131127285714" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XG0XnryrxFU/R9bjfrP2h8I/AAAAAAAAA5I/CoPZkD2ctjo/s1600-h/Sk8.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XG0XnryrxFU/R9bjfrP2h8I/AAAAAAAAA5I/CoPZkD2ctjo/s320/Sk8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176574955033626562" /></a><br /><br />This picture's are an example of the human right violation that is going on in the Occupaty Territory of Western Sahara by the Morrocan authority. Sultana lost her eyes during a participation in a peace demostration. <br /><br />Thankx to her collobaration to the blog.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><li><a href="http://freeewesternsahara.blogspot.com/">FREE WESTERN SAHARA</a></li> </div>Agaila Abba Hemeidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14725509430052523403noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30373940.post-34178673046875996742008-02-21T17:56:00.000-08:002008-02-21T18:23:16.577-08:00Leaving My Country<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XG0XnryrxFU/R74thynyRFI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/JWGWyGdIfv8/s1600-h/FH010003.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XG0XnryrxFU/R74thynyRFI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/JWGWyGdIfv8/s320/FH010003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169619480815486034" /></a>]><br /><br />Me when I was 8 years old.<br /><br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XG0XnryrxFU/R74uYynyRGI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/TGJ7ybzCpFk/s1600-h/n508132314_6113_7885.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XG0XnryrxFU/R74uYynyRGI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/TGJ7ybzCpFk/s320/n508132314_6113_7885.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169620425708291170" /></a><br /><br />With my friend from Columbia.<br /><br /><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XG0XnryrxFU/R74xrSnyRII/AAAAAAAAA4o/2Qpg1HPhys0/s1600-h/DSCF1303.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XG0XnryrxFU/R74xrSnyRII/AAAAAAAAA4o/2Qpg1HPhys0/s320/DSCF1303.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169624042070754434" /></a><br /><br />With my friend from Japan and the USA. <br /><br />“Learn everything you can, anytime you can, from anyone you can - there will always come a time when you will be grateful you did.” Sarah Caldwell<br />I was 9 years old when I first left my country for the first time to learn and to pursue my dreams to study. Leaving my family and missing the most important stages of my little sister’s lives such as their births and their birthdays was the hardest thing I had to go through in life so far. But my aim isn’t to talk about those hardships that I have experienced by leaving my family, and my country. My aim is to talk about what those hardships have taught me, and how they have helped me to become the dignified young women I am today. <br /> <br />Leaving my country was hard at first because I was young, and I moved to live with a host family that didn’t speak the same language, or hold the same values, and beliefs as my biological family. I missed my family terribly, but as time passed, and I got used to the new culture, and the new host family. I started to learn the Spanish language and costumes. The same thing happened when I moved to the States it was hard at first, but again as time passed I started to learn English, and the American culture. Moving away from my family and country has given me the opportunity to learn new languages such as Spanish, English, and French. Also it has allowed me to meet people from different countries, and become good friends with them. Even so I miss my family daily; I have to say being away from my family has taught me how to be independent, strong and responsible. These kinds of principles a person can only learn them through hardships and sacrifices, and because of these principles I am grateful of the hardships, and sacrifices of leaving my family, and country to teach me the most fundamental principles that are helping me and also will help me in the near future. <br /> <br />Not only has leaving my family and country has taught me how to be strong, independent, and responsible, but it also has taught me other important fundamental principles such as honesty, trust and respect for people and their cultures. Having learned these principles they have opened so many doors with some extraordinary opportunities such as going to the UN to speak, meeting diplomatic and politicians from around the world. Also building relationships with people from different cultures and backgrounds than mine. It is because of these principles that I have learned how to build a strong friendship based in trust, love and respect. Through these principles, I have become the young dignified women I am today. <br /><br />Even leaving my country and family has caused me to miss the most important stages of my sister’s lives, and my family. Also not having daily contact with someone from my country it has weakened the ability of speaking my own language, but I’m still grateful for that day when I left my country to pursue my dream of getting a good education. A dream that has taught me principles that I will not only use for today, but for the upcoming tomorrow, and for that I will always be grateful.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><li><a href="http://freeewesternsahara.blogspot.com/">FREE WESTERN SAHARA</a></li> </div>Agaila Abba Hemeidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14725509430052523403noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30373940.post-35174780820248026972008-02-21T17:43:00.000-08:002008-02-21T17:55:44.876-08:00<em>American Friends Service Committee</em><br /><br /><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XG0XnryrxFU/R74rcSnyREI/AAAAAAAAA4I/70zIX-18Tjg/s1600-h/DSC_0037.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XG0XnryrxFU/R74rcSnyREI/AAAAAAAAA4I/70zIX-18Tjg/s320/DSC_0037.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169617187302949954" /></a><br /><br />AFSC Nominates West Saharan Woman for the Nobel Peace Prize<br /><br />PHILADELPHIA (February 20, 2008) - The American Friends Service Committee (AFSC), a Quaker humanitarian service organization, has nominated Western Sahara human rights activist Aminatou Haidar for the 2008 Nobel Peace Prize for her nonviolent leadership in the Sahrawi people’s struggle for self-determination. AFSC received the Nobel Peace Prize in 1947 in recognition of Quakers’ humanitarian service during and after the two world wars and as a past laureate is entitled to nominate others for the prize.<br /><br />Western Sahara is often known as “Africa’s last colony.” Despite international recognition of their right to self-determination, the Sahrawi people have lived under Moroccan occupation since 1976. Haidar has dedicated her life to achieving self-determination for its citizens. In 1987, during a peaceful demonstration in Morocco, Haidar was arrested and detained in secret for four years. During her detention, she was tortured, beaten, and endured physical abuse that caused irreversible health problems. Haidar never received an explanation for her arrest and detention. She has been jailed twice since then.<br /><br />Haidar is a divorced mother of two and lives in the town of El Aaiun in Western Sahara. In between her two prison sentences, Haidar earned a degree in modern literature. <br /><br />“We have few models of those who can turn from their own suffering to forgive their oppressors and work for a state of reconciliation and equality,” says AFSC’s General Secretary, Mary Ellen McNish. “Aminatou Haidar is a model of how ordinary working mothers and fathers can rise above their circumstances in their devotion to a cause greater than their own survival.”<br /><br />Haidar has been nominated for and won various awards for her fight for social justice. In 2005, she was nominated for the Sakharov Prize and in 2006 won the Juan Maria Bandres Prize given by the Spanish Association for Refugees and Human Rights. Last year Haidar won the Silver Rose Award in Sweden for her achievements in work for social justice. <br /><br />AFSC is a Quaker organization working for peace, justice, and human dignity. With national headquarters in Philadelphia and offices in 22 countries and 42 U.S. locations, AFSC conducts economic development, peace building, and human rights programs that touch tens of thousands of lives each year.<br /><br /><strong>The American Friends Service Committee is a Quaker organization that includes people of various faiths who are committed to social justice, peace and humanitarian service. Its work is based on the belief in the worth of every person and faith in the power of love to overcome violence and injustice.</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><li><a href="http://freeewesternsahara.blogspot.com/">FREE WESTERN SAHARA</a></li> </div>Agaila Abba Hemeidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14725509430052523403noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30373940.post-67704811735963434312008-01-31T18:08:00.000-08:002008-01-31T18:45:10.251-08:00Saharawi Womenالمرآة <strong>الصحراوية<br /><br />احبك يا من صهرت اليالي من اجلي<br />احبك يا من تعبت<br />ي بسببي<br />احبك لانكي معلمي و مرشدي<br />احبك لانكي ارضعتيني لبن النضال<br />احبك لانكي قدوتي و مثالي<br />احبك....احبك ......احبك....<br />يا اجمل قصيدة كتبتها بي آقلامي<br />يا اروع أم في الدنيا<br />احبك حب الولهان<br />يا رمز العطاء<br />يا شرف الإباء<br />يا من هزم الاعداء<br />احبك اين ما كنت<br />اينما رحلت<br />يا ابنة الصحراء الوفية<br />يا اجمل إمرآة عربية<br /><br />احبك يا ثورية<br />لانكي الشمس التي اضاءت دربي<br />لانكي قمري الذي انار حياتي<br />لانكي الشمعة التي كتبت تحت نورها ذكرياتي<br />احبك لانكي...<br />علمتني المبادي الوطنية<br />علمتيني نبد القبلية<br />لانكي ولدتني ثوريا<br />لانكي ارضعتني حب الصحراء الابدية<br />لانكي جعلتي من رجلا و لا زلت صبيا<br />احبك و اقدم لك روحي كأبسط هدية<br />فانت في روحي و دمي و من دونك لا اساوي شيأ<br />احبك و سأظل يا اروع ام في الدنيا<br />يا اروع بلد في الدنيا<br />اشكرك يا امي يا ام الثوار<br />اشكرك و اعاهدك عهد الاحرار<br />اني ساكون كما اردت من خيرة الثوار<br />و ساقتدي بالشهداء الابرار<br />و دمت للنضال و فية<br />يا اجمل إمرأة عربية<br /><br />بقلم: فارس بئرلحلو(عبدالرحمان)<br /><br />ما دام شعبي مقسم و ارضي محتلة فلا تسألوني عن كيفية الثآر<br />الثورة الأن او ابداً</strong><br /><br /><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XG0XnryrxFU/R6KE0bMSrqI/AAAAAAAAA34/2IpsbhuALsQ/s1600-h/18.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XG0XnryrxFU/R6KE0bMSrqI/AAAAAAAAA34/2IpsbhuALsQ/s320/18.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161834159107387042" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><strong>Saharawi woman</strong><br /><br />I love you: you who stayed up all the nights for me<br />I love you: you who were hurt for me<br />I love you because you are my teacher and guider<br />I love you because you fed me the milk of struggle <br />I love you because you are my inspiration and my example <br />I love you… I love you… I love you<br />Oh, the most beautiful poem I ever wrote<br />Oh, the most wonderful mother in life<br />I love you the love<br />Oh, the symbol of generosity<br />Oh, the honor of fathers<br />Oh, you who defeated the enemies <br />I love you wherever you were<br />Wherever you left<br />Oh, the honest daughter of the Sahara<br />Oh, the most beautiful Arab woman<br />I love you revolutionist <br />Because you are the sun that enlightened my path<br />Because you are the moon that brightened my life<br />Because you are the candle that I wrote under my memoirs <br />I love you because you…<br />Taught me the principles of nationalism <br />Taught me to erase tribalism<br />Because you gave birth to me as a revolutionist<br />Because you fed me the lasting-love for the Sahara<br />Because you made me a man when I was still a child<br />I love you and I give up my life for you as the simplest gift <br />You are in my spirit and blood and without you I am nothing<br />I love you and I will continue to love you: the most wonderful mother in life<br />Oh, the most wonderful place in life<br />I thank you and promise you the promise of freemen<br />I will be as you wanted me: one of the best revolutionists <br />And I will fellow the needles martyrs<br />You may always be truthful for the struggle <br />Oh, the most beautiful Arab woman<br /><br />Written by: horseman of Ber Lehlou (Abderahman)<br />As long as my people are divided and my country occupied, do not ask me how revenge <br />Revolution now or forever<div class="blogger-post-footer"><li><a href="http://freeewesternsahara.blogspot.com/">FREE WESTERN SAHARA</a></li> </div>Agaila Abba Hemeidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14725509430052523403noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30373940.post-14127975448901508992008-01-22T14:55:00.001-08:002008-01-22T15:05:49.885-08:00<strong><em>Esperanza para mi gente </em></strong><br /><br /><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XG0XnryrxFU/R5Z06btxkhI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/uRWOaOCq9Mw/s1600-h/DSCF17501.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XG0XnryrxFU/R5Z06btxkhI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/uRWOaOCq9Mw/s320/DSCF17501.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158438970420466194" /></a><br /><br /><strong><em>Esa foto me recuerda a la espera de mi gente que ya cumple 33 anos en la oscuridad. Les quiero decir que estoy con ello en la espera y pronto sera la libertad.</em></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><li><a href="http://freeewesternsahara.blogspot.com/">FREE WESTERN SAHARA</a></li> </div>Agaila Abba Hemeidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14725509430052523403noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30373940.post-5604703324315227992008-01-22T14:50:00.000-08:002008-01-22T14:54:13.215-08:00Western Sahara on the Spotlight<strong><em>Part 1</em> </strong><br /><br /><object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8PQk_KrYV-c&rel=1"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8PQk_KrYV-c&rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object><br /><br /><strong><em>Part 2 </em></strong><br /><br /><object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ILjYIF9dQfk&rel=1"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ILjYIF9dQfk&rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><li><a href="http://freeewesternsahara.blogspot.com/">FREE WESTERN SAHARA</a></li> </div>Agaila Abba Hemeidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14725509430052523403noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30373940.post-84182312919685174312008-01-22T14:36:00.000-08:002008-01-22T14:49:06.823-08:00Carta desde Cuba<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XG0XnryrxFU/R5Zx1rtxkgI/AAAAAAAAA3I/6nEyjp5L1j8/s1600-h/FH010009.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XG0XnryrxFU/R5Zx1rtxkgI/AAAAAAAAA3I/6nEyjp5L1j8/s320/FH010009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158435590281204226" /></a><br /><br /><em>Hola querida hermana </em><em>Espero que ten cuan tras bien. <br /><br />Aquí vivo en una escuela que tiene 309 muchachos y situada en el campo esta la distancia de la ciudad 12km no vivimos bien alimentación siempre y nunca se cambiara arroz, frijole o achicharró a veces medio mulo de pollo, vivimos difícil a veces pasamos hambre pero somos hombres podemos aguantar pero la problema no es el hambré si no la necesidad las cosas de sanidad. Son esas si no puedas ningún ser humano puede aguantarlo como las necesidades personal como aseo personal como el jabón colguete desdaurante, el perfume eso si no tiene aquí o en cualquier parte eres cochino verdad , aquí nos paga n el gobierno cubano 50 peso son dos dólar al mes eso locojo para dispositarlo para escribirte ni te cohombra un una maquina de afectar no vivimos tranquilo pero estoy acunando para una sola cosa para estudiar la universidad pero si no tiene para estuadirla y me falta un curso para la universidad y si no tengo ni ropa ni zapato no esa sola si no casa personal par a que estudiarla tu no puedes mandarla de aya por que se muy cara y no eso si no quien lo va traer solo quiero una cosa pasar las vacaciones en los campamentos para haber nuestra madre las hermanitas nuestra familia también par mas fácil par mi traer mis cosas tu sabe que es lo mas importante para mi es haber a mama no es fácil pasar 7 año sin ver la familia eso duele siembre nos mentí y digo soy hombre puedo pero mentira no puedo eso la voluntad nada mas. <br />Bueno cuando llama la familia salúdala de mi parte dile que estoy bien. <br />Manda fotos de tu viaje en los campamentos <br />Salúdame todos tus amigos <br />bueno cuídate <br /><br />Te quiero <br /><br />Lammini Abba </em><br /><br />Mi hermano es el que tiene el uniforme del Real Madrid...Ahora esta estudiando en Cuba.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><li><a href="http://freeewesternsahara.blogspot.com/">FREE WESTERN SAHARA</a></li> </div>Agaila Abba Hemeidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14725509430052523403noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30373940.post-39085447859806244272008-01-19T12:13:00.000-08:002008-01-19T12:15:33.175-08:00Western Sahara isn't for Sale<object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/etwIjOm6GpE&rel=1"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/etwIjOm6GpE&rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><li><a href="http://freeewesternsahara.blogspot.com/">FREE WESTERN SAHARA</a></li> </div>Agaila Abba Hemeidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14725509430052523403noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30373940.post-71689072329683421452008-01-19T11:59:00.000-08:002008-01-19T12:18:02.182-08:00<strong><em>Mi declaration por el Sahara en la arenas del Mar </em></strong><br /><br /><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XG0XnryrxFU/R5JYQrtxkeI/AAAAAAAAA2w/DxgQ3lgoo28/s1600-h/DSCF1880.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XG0XnryrxFU/R5JYQrtxkeI/AAAAAAAAA2w/DxgQ3lgoo28/s320/DSCF1880.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157281566928507362" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XG0XnryrxFU/R5JYq7txkfI/AAAAAAAAA24/wKDAaKKYBK8/s1600-h/DSCF1896.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XG0XnryrxFU/R5JYq7txkfI/AAAAAAAAA24/wKDAaKKYBK8/s320/DSCF1896.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157282017900073458" /></a><br /><br />This pictures were taken in the beachs of California,USA.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><li><a href="http://freeewesternsahara.blogspot.com/">FREE WESTERN SAHARA</a></li> </div>Agaila Abba Hemeidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14725509430052523403noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30373940.post-92117917633408565562008-01-08T11:27:00.001-08:002008-01-08T13:19:11.997-08:00<em><strong>Who I admire the most and Why?</strong></em><br /><br />“<strong>When a nation gives birth to a man who is able to produce a great thought, another </strong><strong>is born who is able to understand and admire it</strong>”, <br />Joseph Joubert. Have you ever thought of the person who you admire the most, and have you thought of the reasons why you admire that person? I asked those same questions to myself. Who do I admire, and why?” I realized that the person I admire the most is my Grandfather. I admire him because he’s the foundation of my life. I also admire him for being a freedom fighter and for being the best teacher I ever had. <br /><br />When I was growing up my mother left to visit my father’s side of our family in a different city. The visit lasted for six months. While she was gone I was under the care of my grandfather. He was the one who made sure I didn’t need anything and he also made sure I was going to school everyday as well as doing my homework. My grandfather had a large part of raising me because I was with him in this important stage of my life. He was with me when I needed a person to be my father, mother, and my teacher. He was all this and more, not only for these six months, but for all of my life. I call him the foundation of my life because he have built my life on the principles that he taught me and for this I am so very thankful to him and I admire him dearly. <br /><br />He wasn’t only the foundation of my life, but also he was a freedom fighter for my country. In 1976 he fought in the war between the Western Sahara, and Morocco. He left his family and his new bride when he went to war. This war cost him his sight, his legs, and his health. He made this sacrifice because of his belief in freedom for my nation, and for my people. He also fought for the rights of women in our society as well as in my family. He instructed the elderly men of our family and tribe to release the young women from arranged marriages, and encouraged the women to pursue their dreams and to study no matter if it was in the refugee camps or abroad. He’s the reason why I am here today, and why I have such determination to pursue my dreams of an education, and to build a future for myself, my family and my nation. He was the one who believed and fought for the principle of freedom and through that he became my inspiration to do the same. For this I admire him greatly. <br /><br />Along with being the Foundation, and Freedom fighter he was also my teacher. A teacher that taught me the most important principles of life, respect for others, integrity and character. Those principles have become my best friend in everyday life. Not only did he teach me those principles, but he also taught them to every single member in my family. Because of his gifts my family, tribal members and our leaders rely on his intelligence, wisdom, and his knowledge of the history of our nation, tribe, and the customs of my culture. While I was growing up I have always saw my grandfather’s tent full of people, young and old, listening to his lectures. I also saw many elderly people from my tribe coming and asking him for advice and his blessing on important occasions like a child’s birth, wedding or resolution to a conflict between tribes. He was always trusted with such things. Because of this I have come to love him, and respect him very much. <br /><br />I have come to admire my grandfather because he has shaped my life and given me my core values. He gave me the strength and courage to face the difficult situations that I encounter. He has shown me the importance of helping other people and sacrificing for others. He has been my guide and inspiration. For these reasons I admire my grandfather. So as Joseph Joubert said “one person is born who is able to introduce great thoughts, and another is born to understand, and admire them.” Let us be the ones who understand the thoughts of the people who we admire the most, and through this understanding and admiration grow into the person that they would be proud of.<br /><br /><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XG0XnryrxFU/R4PoaLtxkTI/AAAAAAAAA04/TDFFkBZ60Ug/s1600-h/Gpa.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XG0XnryrxFU/R4PoaLtxkTI/AAAAAAAAA04/TDFFkBZ60Ug/s320/Gpa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153217935161004338" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><li><a href="http://freeewesternsahara.blogspot.com/">FREE WESTERN SAHARA</a></li> </div>Agaila Abba Hemeidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14725509430052523403noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30373940.post-3124030723472648622008-01-06T17:38:00.000-08:002008-01-06T17:41:17.894-08:00Kumalo speak in behave of the Saharawi<object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dNF_CAbfhMI&rel=1"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dNF_CAbfhMI&rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><li><a href="http://freeewesternsahara.blogspot.com/">FREE WESTERN SAHARA</a></li> </div>Agaila Abba Hemeidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14725509430052523403noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30373940.post-64622089417889154932008-01-03T10:12:00.001-08:002008-01-03T10:13:26.385-08:00Aziza Braim "New CD's"<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XG0XnryrxFU/R30lpLtxj4I/AAAAAAAAAxg/yE17RpIWRJ8/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XG0XnryrxFU/R30lpLtxj4I/AAAAAAAAAxg/yE17RpIWRJ8/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151314938231361410" /></a><br /><br />And the day has come. The next 10th of January, 2008, part of the new album by Aziza Brahim, entitled Mi Canto (My Chanting), will be available for listening in her Myspace:<br /><br />http://www.myspace.com/azizabrahim.<br /><br />And to celebrate it, Aziza has a special present for you: during the whole 10th of January, you will be able to freely download her track Regreso, included in her new album.<br /><br />Furthermore, Aziza would like that the track would be downloaded by as many people as possible. Thus, in that day, the saharawi music will have a place in internet, and will remind all of us that there is still a people (the saharawi people) which resists the injustice in the middle of the desert.<br /><br />Free Western Sahara<div class="blogger-post-footer"><li><a href="http://freeewesternsahara.blogspot.com/">FREE WESTERN SAHARA</a></li> </div>Agaila Abba Hemeidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14725509430052523403noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30373940.post-5951960693512715502007-12-17T15:03:00.000-08:002007-12-17T15:20:00.882-08:00Deseo para las Navidades<strong>Que este navidad convierte cada deseo enflor<br /> cada cada dolor en estrella<br /> cada lagrima en sorisa<br /> cada corazon en dulce morada<br /> paz y amor para todo</strong><br /><br />La deseo unas buenas navidades a todos especialmente los Chicos y Chicas Saharawi que estan en Cuba.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><li><a href="http://freeewesternsahara.blogspot.com/">FREE WESTERN SAHARA</a></li> </div>Agaila Abba Hemeidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14725509430052523403noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30373940.post-33441834841848922282007-11-29T17:54:00.000-08:002007-11-29T17:57:04.525-08:00Children of the Clouds<object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/86mvXy-8wjY&rel=1"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/86mvXy-8wjY&rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object><br /><object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ApA8LLvw6kI&rel=1"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ApA8LLvw6kI&rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object><br /><br />Directed by Carlos Gonzales<div class="blogger-post-footer"><li><a href="http://freeewesternsahara.blogspot.com/">FREE WESTERN SAHARA</a></li> </div>Agaila Abba Hemeidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14725509430052523403noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30373940.post-44847717153492176542007-11-22T13:24:00.000-08:002007-11-22T19:56:35.480-08:00My American friend's Wedding in the Camps<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XG0XnryrxFU/R0ZPay2n9DI/AAAAAAAAAws/B7xHF7yku9Q/s1600-h/n564408071_435822_9804.jpg"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XG0XnryrxFU/R0ZPIC2n9AI/AAAAAAAAAwU/gas5rGTFWQA/s320/n564408071_435829_1925.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135879424686158850" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XG0XnryrxFU/R0ZN5C2n86I/AAAAAAAAAvk/ONmR9a_3QfM/s1600-h/n564408071_444588_5450.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XG0XnryrxFU/R0ZN5C2n86I/AAAAAAAAAvk/ONmR9a_3QfM/s320/n564408071_444588_5450.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135878067476493218" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XG0XnryrxFU/R0ZNtC2n85I/AAAAAAAAAvc/Gxt_g2EVrxM/s1600-h/n564408071_444599_8181.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XG0XnryrxFU/R0ZNtC2n85I/AAAAAAAAAvc/Gxt_g2EVrxM/s320/n564408071_444599_8181.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135877861318062994" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XG0XnryrxFU/R0ZNWC2n84I/AAAAAAAAAvU/uAnEeVoiHhM/s1600-h/n564408071_444596_7317.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XG0XnryrxFU/R0ZNWC2n84I/AAAAAAAAAvU/uAnEeVoiHhM/s320/n564408071_444596_7317.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135877466181071746" /></a><br /><br /><br />SADR/USA<br />An American wedding in the Saharawi refugee camps<br /><br />of February School, 13/11/2007 (SPS) Two American citizens from Wisconsin (USA), Ben and Jessie Lenz celebrated their marriage <br />in the 27 of February School Camp (Saharawi refugee camps), in solidarity with the Saharawi people.<br /><br />The parents and friends of the couple came all the way from the USA to attend the wedding organised following the Saharawi <br />traditional ways. <br /><br />Along with dozens American guests, the couple was dressed in traditional clothes and was received by the Saharawis in a <br />traditional tent.<br /><br />The ceremony was animated by the musical band of the Cultural Centre Marty "Ennaaja", which organised a musical night and <br />classical dances on the honour of the bride and groom.<br /><br />The American couple stressed in a statement to SPS, their "love for the Saharawi culture”, indicating that they will "continue <br />working and praying for the Saharawi people’s freedom".<br /><br />They further estimated that "this initiative is a step forwards in the strengthening of the ties of friendship between the <br />American and Saharawi peoples". (SPS)<br /><br />I want to give my congratilation to Ben, and Jessie Lenz for their Wedding, but also for been the first American to have a Saharawi wedding in the Camps. Thank you for your friendship to my nation,and to my people. <br /><br />Note..News from Sahara press, <br />Pictures....From my dear Friend Michelle..Thank you for your collaboration.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><li><a href="http://freeewesternsahara.blogspot.com/">FREE WESTERN SAHARA</a></li> </div>Agaila Abba Hemeidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14725509430052523403noreply@blogger.com