Post by account_disabled on Feb 25, 2024 0:14:42 GMT -5
In 2016, we invited Marcel Khalife (), a Lebanese singer and songwriter who is sought after in all Arab countries for his commitment to freedom and human rights, I mean, We had him perform at the PCE party, which included a thank you to Ghassan Saliba, a Lebanese friend living in Barcelona who has dedicated most of his life to migrant workers. Catalan. Marcel is little known here, while for the Arab diaspora settled in Spain he is an idol, whose songs can only be heard secretly on "cassette tapes", since he is heard in almost all Arab countries was banned, and those who released his songs were persecuted. During that gathering, I was on the board of directors of the Association of Moroccan Immigrants in Spain (AEME). We set up a booth in the civil society organization’s space at the festival where we displayed our brochures and related literature. Next door is the booth of the FMLN of El Salvador, which has a poster with a photo of a frontline guerrilla and the words: Ahmed Fernando, killed in fighting in Guazapa.
This photo took me aback. The chill that ran through my body was indescribable. He is my neighbor from Tetouan and a colleague from the same institute. He was from my previous class, but we knew each other, we had mutual friends, and our C Level Executive List families knew each other. My first instinct was to ask them for a poster, but this was the only one they had. At the end of the party, which lasted three days and three nights, I managed to get them to give it to me because, seeing my stubbornness, they knew there was no chance of their escape. We immediately reproduced the poster at AEME Madrid's CC.OO printing house with a circulation of copies. We added his Moroccan name, Lissanedine Boukhoubza, next to the name given to him by the guerrillas. Years later, I was visited by my friend Pepe Blanco, who worked at the Bascardi Peace and Solidarity Foundation and at that time had several collaborative projects in Central America and El Salvador. In short, it turns out that one of the designated collaborators knew personally Ahmed Fernando and his unique career.
Pepe and I met her in Madrid, and she told me in detail Ahmed’s journey before his death in El Salvador. Much of what was said at that meeting was published in a recent book about our protagonist. This meeting gave me enough information to enable me to contact his family in Tetouan and tell them the story. One of her cousins is a good friend of mine and studied in the same college and university as me. I showed him this poster one time when he visited Madrid. The impact was similar to what I felt when I saw it! She put me in touch with Ahmed’s brother Khalil, a trauma doctor in Tetouan. I say this because he passed away from a devastating illness at a very young age. Over the phone and later in person, I provided him with all the information available and floated the idea of honoring Lisan and, in his case, even foreseeing that his remains might be repatriated since we already had information about him Information on the location of the remains.
This photo took me aback. The chill that ran through my body was indescribable. He is my neighbor from Tetouan and a colleague from the same institute. He was from my previous class, but we knew each other, we had mutual friends, and our C Level Executive List families knew each other. My first instinct was to ask them for a poster, but this was the only one they had. At the end of the party, which lasted three days and three nights, I managed to get them to give it to me because, seeing my stubbornness, they knew there was no chance of their escape. We immediately reproduced the poster at AEME Madrid's CC.OO printing house with a circulation of copies. We added his Moroccan name, Lissanedine Boukhoubza, next to the name given to him by the guerrillas. Years later, I was visited by my friend Pepe Blanco, who worked at the Bascardi Peace and Solidarity Foundation and at that time had several collaborative projects in Central America and El Salvador. In short, it turns out that one of the designated collaborators knew personally Ahmed Fernando and his unique career.
Pepe and I met her in Madrid, and she told me in detail Ahmed’s journey before his death in El Salvador. Much of what was said at that meeting was published in a recent book about our protagonist. This meeting gave me enough information to enable me to contact his family in Tetouan and tell them the story. One of her cousins is a good friend of mine and studied in the same college and university as me. I showed him this poster one time when he visited Madrid. The impact was similar to what I felt when I saw it! She put me in touch with Ahmed’s brother Khalil, a trauma doctor in Tetouan. I say this because he passed away from a devastating illness at a very young age. Over the phone and later in person, I provided him with all the information available and floated the idea of honoring Lisan and, in his case, even foreseeing that his remains might be repatriated since we already had information about him Information on the location of the remains.