Tibairin: the plight of the seven monks

"Tiberin"! This Amazigh word has a poetic rhythm in hearing, which means paradise or garden in the language of the people of the country, who are today my family, was my first girl - and my later later. It is a small paradise with the fertility of its land, the flow of its water, and the greenness of its surroundings, which becomes in the days of snow and a sanctuary scarf, hugging the monastery like a gift that God descended from the sky and placed it between "dazzida", the mountains of Hell here, and between the Sharia, the mountains of the charming rice there. Likewise, it grew for her, like a olive vicinity, a love in my heart, I who came from the area of ??the qiya east, the witch in its lake, crossing the migratory birds, and its mortal is a meeting place for strangers, where I was born to a family that they wanted to be one of these families called "black feet". So, I was a French child, to become my whole life in order to end an Algerian identity. On the happiness, tomorrow, as I went out to the garden to reap a basket of apricots in preparation for lunch, I saw in the near place this cow that sponsors alone, I think it looks and does not see. And not far away from her, this shepherd, who carries a stick and a dream that would have been returning at the sun, towards her absentee, a driver of his sheep to the corral, as did the prophets Moses, Christ and Muhammad.