The story of my grandmother
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Senia Abderahman, former student at the United World Colleges in Fjaler, Norway, recounts the story of her grandmother.
Published 15 June 2007

Her story



One morning, of January 1976, something unusual happened. Before that day, Asisa heard about the Moroccan army attacking the region and forcing people to move. Nevertheless, no one in the family really paid much attention until they were victims themselves. On that day, the whole Frigg or neighborhood was forced to abandon their properties and village. They had strange looks and indeed looked unmerciful, she describes the Moroccan solders. On that instant, her husband, my grandfather went to fight for his people. She and her three daughters and three sons had to cross the desert to seek refuge in Algeria. They had to cross on feet, no camels, cars or any other form of transportation could be used because they were afraid of airplanes dropping bombs on them. During their journey, they could only walk at night and hide behind trees or rocks during the day to take a rest. Lala and I had to take turns watching for airplanes, while the other ones took a nap, Asisa recalls. Lala, my mother, was only twelve years old as the oldest child, while Brahim, the youngest was eight months. Three days later, they run out of food and water since they could carry limited amounts. So, they had to survive on whatever they found in the naked desert. Not long after that, unfortunately, Brahim died of dehydration. Still, they had to continue or worse could happen. Just another two days after that, while taking a break, the other two young boys died on a landmine explosion. Half of the family was gone. It was a true devastation and heartbreaking, she tells with tears in her eyes. The tragedy did not end here. As my tears continue to drop, she says: and then I lost my sight. On the following day, as they continue their journey, an airplane dropped a bomb before them. Since my grandmother was in the front, some of the ashes got in her eyes and she lost her sight for ever. Nevertheless, they could not stop or else all of them die. With a smile and tears in her eyes, she says: the next day two men came on a truck and took us to the camps. A month after they arrived the refugee camps in the southern west of the Algerian desert, she got the message of her husbands death in one of the battles.

A widow and no sight, Asisa had to take care of her three daughters in the harsh conditions of the Hamada. For me, she is the example of courage and just struggle. Despite all of that she gone through and three decades in one of the most inhospitable corners, she still hopes to go back to her homeland. They [Moroccans] may have weapons, guns and airplanes; we [Saharawis] have patience and determination, she always tells me. This is the story of my grandmother, which many other Saharawi women share.

Senia Abderahman, June 2007
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