Publisher's Synopsis
This woman haunted my youth. She had something of my mother: courage and righteousness. Like my mother, she had chosen to take her side, that of dignity. Of the fight. In his own way and according to his means against colonialism. Far from me to want to stir up any rivalry between men and women, or to diminish the merit of the one that said strong sex, but in this case that concerns us, that of Guenif Louiza, Fellak wife of the village Ait El Mansour, I am tempted to make mine that pithy speech of Marguerite Taos Amrouche who reported the words of her grandmother by showing her tattoo: "This tattoo you see on my chin is better than the beard of men." This homage that I wish to make personally, I do not oppose voluntary or involuntary choice in any case unbecoming to the son of "fellaga" that I am, made by her husband to rally the opposing camp, that of imperial colonialism, because its history deserves close attention. This is what I oblige myself to do in my next book, in the name of the duty of memory.
