Our Steps Invent The Path As We

I Came To Poetry Through The Urgent Need To Denounce Injustice, Exploitation, Humiliation. I Know That's Not Enough To Change The World. But To Remain Silent Would Have Been A Kind Of Intolerable Complicity.

Religion Has To Stay In The Heart, Not In Politics. It Is Private.

Most Of Those Who Died Did Not Die Of Hunger But Of Hatred. Feeling Hatred Diminishes You. It Eats At Your From Within And Attacks The Immune System. When You Have Hatred Inside You, It Always Crushes You In The End.

I Love Life In Spite Of All That Mars It. I Love Friendship, Jokes And Laughter.

The Power Of The Word In Morocco Belonged To Men And To The Authorities. No One Asked The Point Of View Of Poor People Or Women.