After having talked in more than two chapters about my Wifes role in my life and how does do to change a lot if ideas in my mind? Today, I am honoring one of the best person in my whole life. Guess who? Simply she is my mom, whom I still consider her alive even if she left this earth since 2020. She gave birth if me in 1982. All of us know the significance of that period in our country. She was illiterate but she got a wisdom that none of nowadays women can have. She got married at the age of twelve. So, she didn't enjoy her childhood. Some people, who were at that period, told me that she was a cute, little, and so beautiful girl when my dad brought her from her countryside. She used to respect my dad a lot. She took the charge of all the houses chores. She couldn't leave the house as she didn't know Casablanca a lot from one side and she used to be shy of being out alone in the other side. They also told me that she supported my father's nervosity and hard personality. She had ten babies whom she took care of in a great way. The preuve is that all of us having our own families. She had lived a calm and peaceful life until that Saturday when she heard about the father's death in that terrible accident. She just got me as the last child in her family. She found herself obliged to struggle against the pressure of life so as to grow up her children correctly. She didn't have any support from any one. She spent all her youth, adulthood, and elder age in taking care of us all in the same way and with the same love.
